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CrushedCrushed By Iain McDonaldCrushed
It was all I could do to clasp her broken hand in mine. From where I was, I could barely stay conscious through the pain, so all I could do was hold her hand for one last time. She never used to like me doing that. She said it seemed childish, like we were fifteen again. She couldn’t answer when I asked her what was wrong with being fifteen again, though. Still she used to try and avoid it wherever possible; putting her hand round my waist or linking into my arm instead. This time was different. She didn’t try and avoid it, just slipped her fingers into mine and held on as tight as she could.
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Basic TrainingBasic Training By Iain McDonaldBasic Training
Christopher Driesler hadn’t actually known where he was in a very long time. It was so dark, he couldn’t see more than half a foot in front of his face, and even if he could, he wasn’t sure he would be able to see anyway. He could feel the tears that he had been suppressing welling up in his eyes. His torch had run out of battery power long ago, and he was pretty sure his pistol was out of bullets. If it came back, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself, even if he wanted to. Right now, all Chris Driesler wanted was an end to his ordeal. If it were over, he’d be safe. He stumbled on through th
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Valar.
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They All Sleep. We Just Dream.
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Valar.
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~Bethany
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