GB2 Chapter 1GB2 Chapter 1 by TheRabidestOne
Prologue/Chapter 1: The First Adventure OR In which we meet Sara, and Isabelle convinces Lana that she can fly.
It was the middle of June and the night was warm. The combination of moonlight and the deep indigo sky gave a blue tint to a plush suburb called Granite Brook. Granite Brook sat on the outskirts of the town of Bishop Falls, and its large mass-produced houses and carefully trimmed always-green lawns were the strongest indications of what sort of busibodies lived there.
Two little girls, one nine years old and the other ten, slid a glass door open and stepped out onto a rotting blue-painted deck.
The older girl, who was slightly taller than the other with vividly yellow hair gasped and jumped back into the sunroom.
"It's okay, Lana," the younger girl sighed. She had long, straight brown hair and a long pink nightdress on over her j
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Couple's Therapy Selina was upset. Her reasoning was flawed and her logic invalid. Did it really matter? Rationality went out the door the second the disruption had occurred. Yellow was all she could see. Why would she see red, a colour associated with anger, when yellow infuriated her much more than she believed possible? Clark had messed everything up and now she was doomed. That void, with its tendrils and whispers, came upon her now. She pictured his eyes bulging out of his skull as she drew out the last of his breathes from that idiotic mind.Couple's Therapy by LeFarnz
“Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?” Selina asked in shuddered breathes.
Clark nonchalantly swallowed a bite of pizza. Leaning further back in his chair, he checked his watch before letting out a sigh of annoyance. “And just what exactly--” another bite, “is it that you think I’m telling you?” This remark brought the slice of pepperoni and olives to
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Gaze the SkyTo create is the essence of life. So was written by a Roman, who since long only his withered bones remain. Who his name was, Leo have already forgotten, even though he just closed his eleventh-grade world history textbook and stuffed it inside his bag. Everything were forgotten with the ring of the bell, including the sleepiness during the whole time the boring old history teacher lectured, because after the bell has rung, there is freedom.Gaze the Sky by INH99
Except for that one sentence. Why? He did not understand. Was it because it was poetic? Surely not. There was something, something buried for long, inside him which was talking.
The dry smell of dust and wood. Piercing eyes, watching. His clothes soaking from perspiration.
He shook his head. Why must he remember that event? Leo stood from his seat and slung his bag. He scanned his surroundings. In the class, there were only several students left at the very back, doing some form of project, whatever it was—even if that project w
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