If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an intelligent gorilla and the braincase of a man, you’ll have a rough idea of what they looked like — except for their teeth. The canines would have fitted better in the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide, thin-lipped mouths, giving them an expression of ferocity.
The rain and wind abruptly stopped, but the sky still had the gray swirls of storms in the distance. Dave knew this feeling all too well. The calm before the storm. He only had a limited amount of time before all Hell broke loose, but he stopped to admire the calmness. Maybe it would be different this time, he thought, with the knowledge deep within that it wouldn’t.
Eating raw fish didn’t sound like a good idea. “It’s a delicacy in Japan,” didn’t seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look, but you don’t at the same time. You’re frozen with fear and unable to act. That’s where she found herself and she didn’t know what to do next
Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air. She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.
Spending time at national parks can be an exciting adventure, but this wasn’t the type of excitement she was hoping to experience. As she contemplated the situation she found herself in, she knew she’d gotten herself in a little more than she bargained for. It wasn’t often that she found herself in a tree staring down at a pack of wolves that were looking to make her their next meal.
He took a sip of the drink. He wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn’t matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had absolutely hated it. That’s simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it and smiled, saying it was excellent.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently difficult with getting the project done. It was simple and straightforward enough that even a child should have been able to complete it on time, but that wasn’t the case. The deadline had arrived and the project remained unfinished.
Do you really listen when you are talking with someone? I have a friend who listens in an unforgiving way. She actually takes every word you say as being something important and when you have a friend that listens like that, words take on a whole new meaning.
I’m going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can’t handle this anymore. She fell over the coffee table and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more than I ever signed up to do.