A large man looking like some sort of janitor emerged from a small office and walked over to the car. ... It was pitch black, I could hardly see a thing, and then a bright light. ... Like any other person would, I went strait ahead. ... A large man looking like some sort of janitor emerged from a small office and walked over to the car. ... It was pitch black, I could hardly see a thing, and then a bright light. ...
Vivian jumped, she didn't like being alone in the dark, musty house, especially during a thunder storm. ... She tried to move but found that she couldn't, a bear-like grasp had clamped itself around her arm effortlessly holding her to the ground. With his free, icy hand he started to caress her cheek, wiping the tears away as they fell from her eyes, he moved in closer, opening his chapped mouth, a black slime poured from it, trickling down over Vivian's gray sweat shirt. ... She was surrounded by the smell of death, the hungry maggots, and the putrescent black that dripped its ...
My So Called Life My life is like a monet. ... Which is the way i liked to keep it. ... The first day i met her she was wearing a bright yellow windbreaker with black spandex pants. i remember laughing to my dad about how she looked like a bumble bee. ... All i knew was that i didnt like it. ... He made me feel like a grown up. ...
She blinked as a slight voice came from what seemed like thin air whispering an inaudible phrase. ... It seemed as if the bed, a small writing desk in the corner on the opposite side of the room near a couple of chairs and a tall black floor lamp. ... " Then a thought struck her mind all at one like lightning striking the ground. ... She took great notice to the smirk,comparing it to Jack's but it wasn't anything like Jack's. ... Real," she said harshly.She didn't like this man to any extent, telling her that her love wasn't actually real. ...
