The mob around Asil was merciless, a chaotic maelstrom of blows beating the tween girl to the ground. She went down like a lioness
The golden idol sat serene at the center of its taboo pond. She dove in, then drowned mired in the tar beneath calm waters.
Clair waded into the mob. Angrily unlocking her power, her touch brought painful spasms as she became a living taser.
Navigating confined spaces by touch alone, she clutched the stone walls of the tomb in total darkness... calm in a world she knew.
Beth brought the shuttle to a gentle touchdown. A routine flight, but the child doing somersaults in her womb seemed to enjoy it.
Finger on the trigger, Tina smiled shooting the rottweiler dead. Then a cold barrel touched her ear, and a shotgun was cocked.
Steel guitar and country twang surrendered to the off-set rhythm of an idling station wagon's windshield wipers.
"Your tomorrows are my yesterdays," the old man said to his teenage self. "Trust me... talk to her twenty years before I did."
Viv jiggled the limp and broken knob. “Did your door have an accident?” “Yeah. Me," Gronk said with an orcish frown.
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