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Hannah’s hands gripped the steering wheel, and her delicate shoulders trembled as she stared at the rear-view mirror with wide green eyes. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. She could barely even breathe. All she could think about was his face, scarred and bloody, looming behind her, ready to pounce at any moment.
» Posted By Annie On 11.26.2018 @ 2:19 pm
What Rose Whittaker was about to do was not good. It simply was not right or proper. It just wasn’t what someone raised in the way she had been raised, all silver spoons and old money and delicate refinery, should do. But she intended to defy them, all the norms that had tormented her all her life. She intended to flout them opnely and proudly, with her golden curls a halo around her head and her lavender dress ironed so fine that nobody would expect she was anything but perfect. Nobody would expect her to have a girl who dressed in men’s clothing and talked low and easy and warm and looked especially gorgeous smoking a cigarette in her favorite suit outside the club at night. Nobody would expect sweet, fine, lovely Rose Whittaker to have a mean streak in her. Nobody would expect Rose Whittaker to have a gun, and, more than that, intend to use it, and know how to use it.
» Posted By Annie On 11.19.2018 @ 7:55 pm
Emily pounded on the door with all the strength that she had left in her weary body, screaming at the top of her lungs that they had to let her in, that they couldn’t deny her access, that they couldn’t just fucking leave her behind like this. She had thought these guys were her friends. She had never thought that they would betray her like this.
» Posted By annie On 11.17.2018 @ 11:25 pm
I watched mí mama waste away, kneeling with teary brown eyes and trembling hands by her bedside. I begged the Lord for something, anything to bring her back to us. Even though she was still here, her soft brown skin gone almost gray from the ravages of her illness and her dark curls spread across the lavender pillowcase, I knew she would be gone soon, and I missed her greatly. I missed her sweet laughter and the conversations we would have late at night about books and her cooking and — I just wanted her back. I couldn’t lose her.
» Posted By annie On 11.16.2018 @ 9:53 pm
Her mother’s precious vase was broken, shattered into thousands of glittering pieces on the parlor floor, and all Amelia Westley could do was stare down at the horrific wreckage with shaking hands and wide blue eyes. What had she done? What sort of terrible beast of a girl had she turned into?
» Posted By annie On 11.16.2018 @ 3:55 pm
Yvonne Roux was curled up in between stained motel sheets, awaiting the hour she would die. She had spent so long running from her hunters, and now she had grown tired, far too tired to go on. She was ready now. She was ready to sacrifice herself to their all-too-eager hands.
» Posted By Annie On 11.07.2018 @ 5:47 am
Sofia collapsed on the hard, cold floors of her bedroom — no, her prison, if she was being honest — and let a broken howl escape her chapped lips. She had done it again. She had thought this was over, that she was free of the nightmares and the horrors and the fear, but it had happened again. Her hands were shaking, and her white nightgown was stained with his blood, and—
“Sofia! Darling, I just got us some of the most delicious pastries from the bakery across town.” The sweet and melodious voice of her roommate, Indigo, rang out, and she wailed, banging against the walls like the animal she truly was, like the animal this curse had relegated her to being. She was wrong. She was awful and bad and horrid, and she needed to get out of here. She couldn’t be around Indigo, pure and lovely and innocent Indigo any longer. She was too wretched to even be in the presence of such an angelic girl.
» Posted By Annie On 10.31.2018 @ 8:48 pm
I love to knit. I find it very relaxing, and it stops me from eating snacks while I’m watching TV. But quilting has never appealed to me. It seems very repetitive and not very interesting in and of itself, and that it would take a very long time and a great deal of sewing to complete anything. But I do know a fair few people who love it, so each to their own!
» Posted By Annie On 04.09.2018 @ 6:50 am
It was blank, white, with deep, dark eye holes that seemed to stretch into an endless void. It removed all trace of humanity, which was exactly what he was looking for. When they looked at him, he didn’t want them to see a man, someone who might be reasoned with, someone who might see them as human in turn. He wanted to be something else.
» Posted By Annie On 04.01.2018 @ 2:15 am
That moment when you know your husband is driving too fast down a gravel road in the middle of nowhere in California, there’s a sharp bend coming up and he doesn’t quite turn in time. And then you’re stuck on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere in California, with no phone signal and a completely shredded tire…
» Posted By Annie On 03.29.2018 @ 6:49 am
If someone had told me ten years ago that I would eventually orchestrate my whole life around tea, I would have said they were mad. But now, it’s a central tenet of my mental health regime, and it fuels my writing like nothing else. I get my best writing done at my favourite cafe, and the ritual of making tea gets me away from my desk at work, and helps me centre myself during stressful periods. Tea makes my world go round, but I didn’t start drinking it until I was 35. Think about all those years I was missing out – what could I have achieved if only I’d discovered tea earlier?
» Posted By Annie On 03.19.2018 @ 2:12 am
Grace and Jack laid intertwined on her apartment floor, staring up at the soft sunlight streaming through her skylight. They had both intended to get some work done on their respective projects, Grace on her watercolor paintings and Jack on his fantasy novel, but, instead, they had wound up like this. Grace couldn’t deny that she was rather happy about the current state of affairs, even though her paints called to her from across the room.
» Posted By Annie On 03.03.2018 @ 11:07 am
Jack’s first heartbreak came at the age of five, when his beloved Granny Miriam passed away of breast cancer. He had been by her side when she died, holding her hand and staring down at her and hoping beyond hope that she would stay alive. He couldn’t live without her — her sense of humor and her boundless love and her big smile. He needed her to stay, and so, of course, she died.
» Posted By Annie On 02.28.2018 @ 10:29 am
He knew with all certainty when the blade was shoved in between his ribs that he was about to die, so he closed his eyes and let his memories fly by. His mother taking a photo of him on his first day of kindergarten, her smile so bright that he wanted to cry at the thought of it. His first crush on a boy, confusing and strange and beautiful.
» Posted By Annie On 02.27.2018 @ 8:10 pm
She threw herself into the air with all of her might, her desperately thin body shaking as she danced. Her trusty pointe shoes hit the ground silently, and she spun and spun until she was dizzy and felt sick. That was when she gave the audience a big smile and glided gracefully off the stage and promptly emptied the scarce contents of her stomach into an old bucket.
“Alice, dear God,” Natasha Popov, her gorgeous Russian best friend said with a sigh, stroking Alice’s dark hair and pulling her to her feet. “Get yourself together, lyubov moya. Go drink some water. You are an utter mess right now.”
» Posted By Annie On 02.15.2018 @ 10:12 am
Every day, she came to that tiny coffeehouse in New York City, hoping for money and admiration and, even more than either of those things, love. Real, true love. It was what she had searched for all of her lonely, miserable life, and it was the one thing she truly craved.
That Friday evening, cool and damp and dark, she was beginning to set up shop in the coffeehouse.
» Posted By Annie On 02.13.2018 @ 9:17 am
Nicholas lingered outside of the apartment complex, running a hand through his wild black curls and staring up at the night sky. According to the schedule he had found online, tap practice ended at eight, so any moment now, Genevieve would be home. Home, right where he wanted her.
» Posted By Annie On 02.12.2018 @ 7:31 pm
The sole lightbulb illuminating Diana Hanley’s cramped studio apartment flickered on and off, but she paid no mind to it. She was far too focused on penning the next bestselling novel to give a shit about her less-than-luxurious lifestyle.
There was a knock on the door, cautious and quiet at first and then louder, and Diana rolled her eyes. Shutting her laptop, she examined her reflection in the blurry mirror quickly. Slightly greasy brunette waves paired with wide blue eyes, a large nose, and high cheekbones. She hadn’t changed her clothes in two days, but it would have to do.
» Posted By Annie On 02.10.2018 @ 11:41 am
It was the smell that did it. As soon as the sliding doors opened, and Carly set foot inside the hospital, she was transported back to that awful day. She closed her eyes tight, trying to dispel the memory, but it was too strong for her. But this visit today was a happy one, not a sad one, and she didn’t want it to be overshadowed by painful associations.
» Posted By Annie On 02.05.2018 @ 6:01 am
When I woke up that frigid January morning, my boyfriend was gone. I didn’t know it yet, but he was dead, tucked away in a hospital bed with his parents and his sister crying over him and asking themselves what they had done wrong to make him want to die, to make him step in front of a train and let it hit him.
» Posted By Annie On 02.04.2018 @ 9:00 pm
Eleanor wandered down the dimly lit hallway in a faded blue nightgown, her pale hands shaking and her eyes wide as she glanced around. The inn normally had some visitors over long weekends, when all the tourists came down to the beach town to relax, but, tonight, there was only Sophie, the object of her affections, and her awful boyfriend, who Eleanor hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of, were present this weekend.
Gentle laughter wafted from their room, and Eleanor lingered outside the door, thankful suddenly for the fact that she was utterly invisible to their living eyes as she opened the door. The two of them were sitting atop the unmade bed, watching some movie and eating pizza. Sophie, of course, looked radiant even in her pajamas, an oversized white tank top and pink-and-purple striped lounge pants, and her boyfriend was, well, there. He whispered something in her ear, and she laughed and punched his arm playfully. Then, before he could get another word in, she dropped her slice of pizza and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, and Eleanor burst into tears. Why? Why would Sophie never love her?
» Posted By Annie On 02.03.2018 @ 7:52 pm
Happy tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, Stella Knightley clutched her Oscar statuette to her chest. She had just won the Best Supporting Actress award for her role as the stubborn yet loving partner of a young lesbian fighting for her right to get married, and she couldn’t have been more thrilled in that moment.
Her heart beating a mile a minute, she pushed a strand of soft blonde hair that had managed to escape her impeccable chignon bun behind her small ear. “I — wow. This is so exciting, oh my God. Uh, I’d like to start off by thanking my parents.
» Posted By Annie On 02.01.2018 @ 8:05 pm
Elisa Newman held her breath as she sat in the crowded room, hoping against all hope that she would nab an Oscar nomination for her leading role of Emily Dickinson in the biopic that had been recently released.
“Wish me luck,” she whispered to her girlfriend, Jessamine, who squeezed her small, manicured hand and gave her a gentle smile. The tall blonde woman onstage pulled out the envelope with the names of the Best Leading Actress nominees. “Thea Isaacs for The Impossible Dream,” she read aloud, and a tiny redhead in the front row blushed and smiled widely.
» Posted By Annie On 01.31.2018 @ 7:01 pm
God rays are a beautiful phenomenon where the sun shines through gaps in the clouds. I’m an atheist, but I still find god rays a wonderful sight, which inspires awe and makes journeys on buys motorways much more bearable. Nature really is amazing, and we should appreciate it as much as possible.
» Posted By Annie On 01.31.2018 @ 8:21 am
Life lessons can be hard to learn. I know I have to keep learning the same lessons over and over again, and some of them never seem to sink into my tiny, over-worked brain. But hey, it’s the journey that counts, right? Since we’re all ultimately headed to the same destination anyway, aren’t we?
» Posted By Annie On 01.28.2018 @ 2:55 am
It was old, smelly and unravelling a bit at the bottom of one sleeve. But Jenny loved the stripy jumper. It was the only thing she had left to remember Danny by, and it was such a long time since he’d been gone. She thought of his little face, and buried her face in the scratchy wool as she started to cry.
» Posted By Annie On 01.26.2018 @ 6:59 am
I’m not sensitive! Just because someone called me a jerk and I burst into tears in the office doesn’t make me sensitive! And throwing that chair through the glass door to the boss’ office was completely in keeping with the situation. I mean, she does it all the time. It’s basically office policy by now.
» Posted By Annie On 01.25.2018 @ 2:33 pm
Where is she? I’ve lost my twin and I can’t remember where I put her. I’m sure she was right here a minute ago. Have you seen her? Long, brown hair, red shirt, striped skirt and Doc Martens. Um, yes, she looks exactly like me. Didn’t you hear me? I said she’s my twin!
» Posted By Annie On 01.20.2018 @ 5:13 am
Grace was changing her major. It was decided. She couldn’t handle another second of biology, of her parents’ expectations, of fucking science. She wanted to study English more than she had ever wanted anything.
She told her parents over Thanksgiving dinner, and her mother almost dropped the turkey. “You’re doing what?” she screeched, and Jane, Grace’s little sister, covered her ears and winced.
» Posted By annie On 11.23.2017 @ 7:21 pm
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In general, Lizzie Newman found it difficult to get along with her roommate. The other girl was loud and crude and violent, and, even in her brief moments of kindness, she seemed on the verge of eruption. It frightened Lizzie, and so she stayed away from her as much as she could.
» Posted By annie On 11.22.2017 @ 2:41 pm