It's going to be okay.I hear the bullets go through me before I feel them. I hear them tear through my body and burrow into the bookcase behind me. I may have screamed. I'm not sure. If I screamed, it was for Parker, not myself. One hits his chest, two in his stomach. I feel his blood splatter across my face, and feel my own pouring between my fingers as I press them against my side.It's going to be okay.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding.
I'm not sure where they hit me; it's just pain, just shaking, just his hand holding mine.
Another shot rings out, and I hear a grunt as Patrick falls again. Is he dead this time? I don't know. There are so many shots; I can't tell who's living and who isn't, because both are silent. Silent as death. The only noises are the rounds being fired, the fire alarms wailing, cartridges clinking and the moans of the injured. I can faintly hear
Phone-Call #1: February 18th, 1961"He—Hello?"Phone-Call #1: February 18th, 19611 year ago in Personal
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"Is this Miss Halliburton?"
"Who on earth is calling me at this time of night?"
"Take a guess."
"I—what? Who is this?"
"Wow, you don't even recognize my voice. I'm offended."
"Is this some sort of prank call?"
"After all we went through."
"If you don't tell me who you are and why you're calling, I'm hanging up right now. It is too damn early for this."
"Then I'll just call again. Well, actually, don't hang up, I've only got fifty cents left."
"For God's sake, who the is this?"
"I already told you to guess, Ilex—I thought you were clever."
"Took you long enough."
"Simon, it is two in the morning. What is wrong with you?"
"Well, I've got six pounds of shit building up in my airways, I can't breathe without an oxygen tank and I'm an asshole."
"I already knew that. Now why are you calling me in the middle of the night—and did I hear you say you're at a payphone?"
"Yes, there's one on the bottom floor of the hospital."
"What are you doi
Something Was Bound to Go Right"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Victor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the car. His dark hair nearly blended into the dark sky behind him. Taylor hadn't even noticed he had rolled down the window.Something Was Bound to Go Right1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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"I have the heat on, idiot," she muttered, rolling up the window from her side. Victor jerked his arm out of the way just before the window rolled up fully, and turned to regard her half-hearted glare with a grin.
"C'mon. Reincarnation. You. Sound legit?"
"No," Taylor said, rolling her eyes. "There's just no way it's possible. And I know you don't believe in reincarnation, either. You've told me that before, when you were taking Religious Studies."
"Well, yeah, that Hindu thing was nuts, but I would've liked to know who I was," Victor said cheerily, tapping his fingers on the car window, watching the cars zoom past him. His fingers twitched towards the window button, and Taylor pre-emptively put her finger on the button on her side, keeping one hand on the wheel.