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Never Again Chapter 4 Final Correction
As Miranda walked into the room she realized that she walked into the kitchen where also Romano and Feliciano were standing. Feliciano was unpacking the grocery bags and putting some things in the fridge while Romano washed his face in the kitchen sink. Feeling a little awkward, Miranda leaned against one of the counters and waited until Feliciano got done with unpacking the groceries.
"Okay I placed everything you need for the food on the counter here and I gonna go get our suitcases real quickly." He said with a smile on his face as he pointed to the food on the counter. He walked out of the kitchen leaving Miranda alone with his brother. She grabbed one of the aprons hanging at the kitchen door and wrapped it around herself. While she was cutting some tomatoes she noticed Romano had finished washing his face out of the corner of her eye. He vigorously dried himself with one of the kitchen towels. As he walked by he watched over Miranda´s shoulder while she was cuttin
Never Again Chapter 3 Final correction
Hours passed and darkness fell. The young Italian man next to Miranda had fallen asleep so she turned off the radio and tried to be as quiet as possible. The only thing she could hear now was her navigator of her car, telling her which directions she had to head and Feliciano who was breathing slowly but soundly. He was probably dreaming since he made slight noises like he were talking to someone. Miranda was checking something on her navigator as she saw on the side of her view that Feliciano was twitching a little more than before. She reached out his hand in his sleep and mumbled
"Please, don´t go!" he gasped. Some tears rolled down his cheeks. Miranda wasn't sure what to do. Let him sleep? He seemed to be dreaming of something painful, otherwise he wouldn't be crying. She thought for a few moments until she decided to wake him up. Still focused on the street, she put her right hand on Feliciano´s shoulder and gently rubbed it. After a few attempts he finally o
Never Again Chapter 2 Final correction
On the following Monday Miranda was waiting in her car in front of the building she was worked at. She looked around several times to see if Feliciano was on his way. Since she had trouble actually turning her whole body to see better she decided to get out of the car. That way, even if Feliciano didn’t recognize the car, he’d see her. She leaned her back against the car and started looking around once more. She asked herself if maybe he had forgotten about it already. As she checked her watch she noticed that he was already ten minutes late. She decided she couldn't really be mad at him, after all it was in the middle of the night and she too would rather be sleeping now but she knew it was going to be a long trip. Suddenly she heard someone screaming her name. She turned around to that direction where the voice came from and saw the cheery Italian man running towards her. He only had a backpack and a basket with him. When he finally stopped in front of Miranda h
Never Again Chapter 1 final correction
"If I’d known what all this would lead to," he said to himself as he ran through the heavy rain. His heart was beating fast and his breathing was irregular. As he saw some huge building with light in the distance, he started sprinting as fast as he was able, almost tripping over his own feet. "I wish I’d never met her," He said to himself. He finally reached the building and leaned against the walls to give his body some rest. As he breathed, he noticed how drenched he was. His hair was so soaked that drops rolled down his forehead, nose and cheeks. He couldn't decide if all the water in his face was rain or tears."Never...Never again…" He mumbled to himself.
It was a nice and sunny day in Germany. The city was decorated with impressive office buildings and the streets were in a constant hurry. The fresh air made the sky look really clear today while the sun was shining brightly. But even the best weather couldn't stop this man fro
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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