My stalking routine began about two years ago when I first heard about the diamonds, and since then my mind was occupied with the idea of getting them. Darkness and the single light spot pointed directly at her , emphasised her weakness, vulnerability, and frailty. She used to hide her feelings and so she used to do with the diamonds. I was standing there, camouflaged by the darkness and studying her from the outside. I ran through possible words I could tell her when she woke up, but nothing came to my brain. As a disgusted grimace appeared on her face, she awaked up and groaned. I came forward from the darkness so that she could see me and with a confident voice announced, “Hello, Mrs Rachel.” It took her no more that 5 seconds to concentrate on the sound she just heard and look straight at me. “Ugh... Wha-” …show more content…
Let’s get straight into that. Where are the diamond?” the words flew out of my mouth unexpectedly fast Finally, she realised the occurring and I could see the confusion on her face. "Where are the diamonds!?" I repeated making it as clear as possible "You are not the first one."she replied with the calmness and sounded confident. It didn’t take me a lot of time to grasp, I wasn’t the only hunter for the diamonds. I heard her words before I could pronounce mine. “Kill me! I’m useless for you. I know how to keep secrets and no one including you can get them out of me.” sounded the serene voice as the tension was rising in the room. I tried not to show the bewilderment inside me. “ Hahahahah! Do you think I’m the same as others? You are wrong!” I shouted with laughter “Soooo, what are you gonna do?” she said with composure “Do you have a plan or-” “Enough! Tell me where are the diamonds or I will kill you. I see that you are not afraid of death, but you are not going to die, at least for now. You are going to spend here as much time as necessary in agony until I know where the diamonds
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
Hola, Reyna and Alejandro are always happy to hear how you and your family are doing. Alejandro said that Nevlyn doesn't look like the little blond boy that would ride his bike up and down the street. We are all really sorry to hear about your friend Ellen. I hope those little boys find some "mom love" in you, like we did when we needed some extra cuddles. I'm happy to hear that you still use your Spanish a lot in and out of work. Nevertheless, I'm sure your Spanish has evolved into a Puerto Rican/Cuban accent.
The frightened and nervous women gets home and makes a run for door to go inside. While...
When they finally told her, she reacted as a regular wife would react. She locked herself on a room thinking about how terrible this was, but them she realized this was not that bad as it seemed. After a few minutes she understood that her husband’s death
Said the voice. ‘I would have stopped you when you nearly killed him, I bet you.’ The three of them were. perplexed, bewildered, and dumbstruck. ‘Oh well.
‘‘How can you stay so stoic? How can you care this little about me? Don’t you have a heart? You want me to kill myself, do you? You’re a monster.”
As she sits in the darkness her eyes begin to scan the room from right to left. Unknowingly she sits down and begins to contemplate on what just happened. She says to herself quietly, “Did that just happen?”
There I found her my beloved Katie walking the evening sidewalk. I appeared holding a single red rose for her our eyes met as a smile appeared on her face as she ran to me her arms wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace, her perfume filled my mind as she held me. When she released me from her embrace, I offered her my arm and asked "shall we walk my love?" She smiled as she took the single, red rose. As we made our way through the crowded evening street we talked as I struggled with the thought of losing her to the savage hands of mortal time.
Their faces both came up slowly as they look into each other’s eyes and their shocked as can be. Mr. White slowly approaches the door to try and take a peak of who’s out there before he opens the door. Next thing you know the door fly’s wide open and a big gust of cold wind blows through the house. As they look to see who is there a blank faces comes out of the shadow. Major Morris says, “How are we tonight?”
Those… are diamonds? Jessica: Yeah, and before you know it, one of them will come out of nowhere and snatch em. Adam: Well how should I go about things? Jessica: I could always hide them for you.
‘You’re here… I see…’ Her head tilts and she smiles gently as she offered tea. The events from earlier flash in my mind. The static voices clash and overtake my thoughts. The velvet carpet, the dark red wine, they are all so mesmerising. The room is going to blur into black, until a shadow appears.
As I stand here is Stanley's arms and hear my sister inside, I have so many thoughts that run through my head. I wish Stanley had not told Mitch about what he found out about Blanche's past. I saw how they were getting along, the adoring star's in Mitch's eyes everytime he looked at Blanche, and the contradicting peace and excitment that came over Blanche everytime she waited for Mitch to come and see her. If given time they would have had a chance. A chance at love and happyness. Not the kind of love that hits you like a freight train, like me and Stanley. But more of the gentle love that flows and mingles until it connects two people to the point that they are inseperatable. Everyone has something in their past that they are not proud of and try to hide. Though I am reluctant to beleive the stories that Stanley tells about my sister, I must admit that there could be some truth in what he says, even with his great dislike for my sister, he would not hurt me deliberetly in this way with mistruths.
"Okay," I managed halfheartedly. How unfair. Now I knew something I shouldn't; even worse, I had to "pretend" to be clueless. Becky hadn't even given me a chance to say, "No, I don't want to know." I honestly didn't want to know. I had been in similar situations before and gotten burned. I lost a dear friend because of revealed secrets and gossip. Curiosity doesn't even get the best of me anymore.
I said, “Are you really scared?” Kaylee stopped and looked at me. I said, “You