Xombiedoll's Blog (3)

     It was this moment that my heart sunk. Jason stood up before me, standing straight. He took my hand and met his eyes with mine which slowly dropped to my holster then reaffirmed with my eyes, this time with a less-kind expression to make his point. Message received. He stood tall, and crunched up his shoulders a little more than usual as he approached the door from which the frantic knock was tolled. I reluctantly stood at a distance, trying to conceal…

     Whittemore's keen eye peered over the tow hitch of his RV as he was preparing to mount his jeep on it. He pursed his lips let out a piercing whistle that sustained a shrill tone and echoed and seemed to almost rattle in the canyons which stood miles from the suburbia. He nonchalantly tossed some sort of heavy leather bag over his shoulder and stood to open the door to the RV for Brutus.

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          There was a small window imbedded high up on the wall, I recall watching the sun set once or twice before through that window. Streams of warm light would pierce through the tightly angled blades of the steel blinds. It used to give me hope- remind me of home. Then I would remember that this world is no longer comfortable, it is no longer a home. Now it seems spiteful, more like rays of burning contempt. Even when the glimmering…