Run, Run, Run.

  She sat by the corner table, watching the waiters serve the other patrons. It was a busy Cafe, very new but well hidden. This being happy hour many people walked in from work to have a few drinks and unwind before heading home. She looked at her wrist watch. 5:30. She had two hours…

Terrorist!

Three years. Three years he had waited for this moment, this exact time and opportunity to exact his revenge. And now, all he could think as he watched him fall to the ground, crying out in pain, was how weak he looked. For years he had imagine how  he would laugh, or walk away like those heroes…

Home.

The sitting room was exactly as he had left it. A huge cupboard to his left, hiding the utensils mother had bought from her chama, with the TV, of course, covered with a clothing covering it. He sighed. He had spent most of his childhood seated in front of that screen, watching Sonic and Rainbow…

Fears.

Fear. A feeling aroused by impending danger, pain or distress. Fear reeks straight into the core, causing the heart beat faster, the mind, inevitably going numb, and distress…oh what a feeling, what a rush! Amy could feel it. She could feel the fear create horrible scenarios in her head, she could see herself doing things,…

Alone.

She sat next to one of the large windows in the cafe looking out, watching people as they went about their routine life. She always played a character game, where she guessed one’s personality in accordance to their appearance. During the weekends it got a bit more tricky as people got more comfortable in their…

He gives and takes.

Lizzy drive slowly behind the Toyota in front of her. There were many cars around, and everyone had to drive slowly, it was after all, a District hospital. She passed her hand through her purse to see if she had her wipes and hand wash, she had msyophobia and hospitals did little to comfort her….