Tag: DarkSideThursday
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One: Darkest Fire.
She was a little afraid to pass by his table again. And if she was being honest with herself, it wasn’t just fear. There was a heat to him. The way his eyes locked on hers before travelling down her body and back up again. That heat rolled over her and collected in places that…
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The Final Chapter (Dark Side Thursday)
This is the final chapter to my Dark Side story, still untitled. If you would like to start at the beginning, please first read here and then here and then here. It has been a while since my last instalment but I wrote three different endings on my flight home this week and this is kind…
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Voices.
She could hear the voices but couldn’t tell where they were coming from. She tried to listen but the pounding of the blood in her head and the slapping of her bare feet in the puddles on the floor where overwhelming her senses. She debated with herself for a few seconds before deciding to stop…
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Scene.
Mike crumpled, dropping the phone to the ground. His heart was breaking and his mind was racing all at once. He studied the bedroom – window open, big muddy footprints on the pale carpet intermingled with the blood spatter there and on the bedpost. So much blood. He just knew in his heart that his…
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My Untitled Story.
As most of you know, I’m in the process of selling my home and moving from Brisbane to Melbourne – you can read about that here. Things are progressing quite quickly now and I will write about that all very soon. I’ve been away from blogging while sorting out my place and continuing my full…
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Hotel.
She stood in line in the hotel lobby, waiting to check in. It had been a long day, having left home at 5am and then working all day. Finally, she could see that it would soon be time for her to relax. Taking her room key, she made her way to the elevators, noticing the…
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Break in Transmission
Some of you may have noticed that I have been somewhat absent from the land of blogging of late. It breaks my heart a little bit, because it’s always my favourite thing to do – writing posts with photos that I’ve painstakingly captured and edited, reading posts from my wonderful blogging friends and mostly reading…
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Hopeful
She squealed, laughing, as he came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. As he leaned in to kiss her neck, she let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this safe and she couldn’t imagine living her life without him. She couldn’t wait until…
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Zombie Train to Paris
The smell hit him first. That sweet and sour smell of death. And flesh. It was unusual for a city train to smell like this. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. He sighed and made a tent with his shirt over his nose and breathed in his own…
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Restrained
She slowly awoke. How long has she been out? What the hell had he done to her this time? She stilled her body, afraid of alerting him to her wakefulness. She worked at calming her breathing as she very cautiously opened her eyes to slits to survey the room as best she could from her…
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Secret
She leaned against the railing and stared out at the darkness of the ocean, the waves whipping against the side of the ship, foaming the water so that she could almost make out stripes of white, turquoise and deep, deep blue. She watched the foam disappear from view as the ship slipped through the water…
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Anger
The door slammed and with the sound, another piece of her heart shattered. It had been this way for weeks. He had always had a temper, but it had been playful, easily ignored and she hadn’t thought anything of it. Until recently. Now his mood had changed. His temper was dark and brooding, always festering. She…
Musings of a Frequent Flying Scientist 