I guess the universe can be fair, sometimes.
Warden Jenkins, who’d rolled his eyes at Gwen for 10 years, had witnessed the conversation from the cell door suddenly believed her and his heart felt like it had just been gripped round the middle and slammed backwards into his ribcage.
Part 3 Don’t forget to check out: Part 1 Part 2 My eyelids felt like sandpaper and my mouth tasted of vomit and regret. In front of me sat The Dragon, smoke coming out of his nose and a smile on his face that made my skin crawl. I did what I could to return…
“Never let it be said that the apocalypse wasn’t beautiful.”
“I always knew… That we were solid. That whatever shit came our way we’d take it on together. That even on days when we hated each other we would take each other’s hands and get through it, together.”
Isaac was, in fact, going to be late for his family dinner as he was, at the same moment, on the other side of the city quietly slipping out of the bedroom of Mrs Williamson.
The window wound back up and the car pulled off slowly, careful not to spray water as it went. Looking skyward again Maalik said.
“Fine, I’ll help him, but not because you made me.”
I can’t take this! I’m sick of this room, I’m sick of you, I’m sick of the vending machine that’s made me so constipated that my eyes are changing colour.’
The words scrawled across the walls read,
‘Only two ways to enter.’
The hallway smelt the way perfume companies wanted you to believe lavender and roses smelt, and it set off warning bells in his mind.