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Retribution: Chapter 27
Catharine finished up a letter in reply to one she had received from Agnès, who had sent it from Cairo, where they had arrived last week. They had taken the long way to Egypt, traveling through Italy and Greece. Along with her previous letters and postcards, Agnès had sent her mother a Fortuny silk scarf from Venice and a medal blessed by Pope Pius XI from the Vatican. In this most recent letter, she described how she and Kit were going to take a camel ride into the desert to look at the pyramids. Catharine reminded her in her own letter that she should not go out into the sun without a hat or parasol and that she should drink plenty of water; too much sun and dehydration were the worst things possible for the complexion.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
The Unwanted Ones
Prologue I never thought I'd be the one out of my friends to do self-harm, I never thought I'd do drugs either... I couldn't bring myself to believe that I had turned out this way, from an innocent teen to a horrible one after just a couple of years. I am Kendall and this is my story.
By Emily Gallerno9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 25
January into February 1934 had given the people who came into La Première Etoile plenty to talk about. There had been Stavinsky's supposed suicide (or assassination as many were calling it). They were all repeating Le Canard Enchaîné's quip about Stavinsky having a "long arm" if he could have shot himself from the distance that the bullet which killed him came from.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
90 Miles an Hour
He could feel the cool evening breeze in his hair, 90 miles per hour, windows half rolled down in his late model pickup. It was a cool brisk evening for the middle of summer in upstate New York, he reached under the seat to make sure his father’s service revolver was still there, it had been a gift from his father on his deathbed. The wind from the window dried the blood on his face, he lights a cigarette and realizes that his clothes were still soaked with blood. As he saw the city lights disappear in the rear view he felt the cold beads of sweat as they ran down his neck. As the streetlights disappear and the yellow lines become mere dots on the highway, he feels overcome by emotion. Why did I think any of this was a good idea?
By Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 20
Augustin retreated into his cell at the end of the day with a newspaper he had managed to get ahold of. Nights were simultaneously the best and worst time of the day. They were somewhat more quiet and he could be alone with his thoughts but the quietness and solitude came with a feeling of uneasiness, which is why he kept a sort of dagger he had fashioned under his pillow.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
The Mountain Cat Who Sought To Become Queen
There once was a tigress from Aberdeen who moved along the creeks way, when along flew a raven from a place unseen, who planned to steal her day. He landed upon a pole when flying became old, not knowing what more to do. So he hopped just above her, opening his cranky mouth just to inquire of what was new.
By H.L. Dowless9 years ago in Humans
