"You belong to me…" It was some kind of game that his captor enjoyed to play with him. Now, Daniel needs to reclaim his life and its working, until a beautiful photographer comes and changes everything. R&R SLASH!
A short story written for my english assignment.She gasped for air. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She couldn't even scream. The last thing Anna ever saw would be the woman attacker as she bent in. A cold smirk on her lips. R&R
Its 11:11 at night and you know some people find that freaky. I, myself never understood why but for some reason, every time I look down at that little computer clock next to the mister happy smiley face that is my burning program, its always 11:11.
This bridge played perfect home to a view not seen by many. People in cars just drove by, their eyes on the road ahead. Passengers to engaged in their activities to even be bothered to look out their windows. R/R