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Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 2 of 100
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 3 of 100
I called John at 5:38am to take my flight. He was on a layover and the return would have gotten him back in time for his scheduled flight. We'd done this so many times, so many times.
I was laying in bed when I felt John shaking me awake. I could see him, but it wasn't him. He was trying to tell me something. God, I was still drunk, and he kept repeating it. I had to tell someone something, it was important.
When I woke up and saw the news. I saw that I killed my friend. I had to figure out what his message was. I had to.
Last by: angeladixie on 06 May 2013 • Contributions: 2 of 10
Turning the lock, she closed her eyes and breathed out deeply...a meditation she'd learned to do in times of fear. Pulling the door open, she was relieved that the no one she was expecting was a no one.
As she began to push the door to she looked down at the welcome mat and there was a package. It was the size of the pen case she received on graduation. She quickly picked it up and closed and locked the door.
Walking away from the door, she pulled open the lid on the box. A knife she thought at first, realizing quickly that it was a letter opener. There was a large Citrine in the center of the handle. Her favorite stone. Her mother's favorite stone. It gleemed sliver. She reached to pick it up as the first tone of midnight began to chime.
What to Wear When Meeting a Kennedy
Last by: angeladixie on 06 May 2013 • Contributions: 1 of 50
"If I said I will be there, I will be there." Kate can hear him angrily swishing his razor in the sink of water.