In the Dead of Night
Trigger warning: alludes to physical assault * * * Thump, thump, thump. The resounding sound of flesh pounding on the apartment door roused Sheena from her slumber. She sat up with wide eyes, her heart beating up through her throat. The room was swathed in sheets of black, the lack of light disorienting.
Together We Fall
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That worked nicely for Abtu as his profession required the utmost silence. There was a finesse to it that became contaminated with the ugliness of sound and words. And he did not take kindly to disruptions.
Unsure: The verdict is still out
Unsure - The verdict is still out Un-Experiment - Post #3 * * * I recently had a birthday and am now firmly closer to fifty than forty-five, and I'm unsure how I feel about it. My first reaction is ICK! I don't want to get any older. I don't want to be in my fifties sooner rather than later.
Spy tip #14
Mari I'm on the midnight train goin' nowhere...hmm, hmm, hmmm– My head lolled from side to side like a limp babydoll as I continued to sing and hum, my toes bopping to the beat. Really it just sounded like deranged muttering and gibberish, but hey I was pretty sure I'd been drugged.
Underneath it all
The Un-Experiment - Post #2 Underneath It All I love to laugh. There is something so freeing about releasing pent-up emotions by full-on belly laughing. I’m talking doubled over with tears streaming down my face. Or just a burst of laughter or even a simple chuckle over something I’ve watched or read.