marisabickford
The pavement was wet with the falling rain. Glowing lights not only showed the way, but made the sidewalk glitter like a fairy in those old stories we used to be told.
It was like playing a game of solitaire. Time consuming. Useless. A way to pass the time. It was an easy game once you figured it out. So all I had to do was... figure it out.
His eyes shifted to the left. The noises were coming from down the hall. It seemed as though nothing could save him now. Sweat started to bead on his forehead as he mustered up the courage to step around the corner.
There were numerous copies, now circulating throughout the world. At this very moment, people were waking up to that as they went out to their doorstep to get the newspaper. Some would cry, the sick ones would laugh.
There was a controversy concerning my product and his product. Mine, obviously was ethical. His was cheap. Broken down. I came up with the idea, but he got the legal rights first. That was crap. A load of crap. I was angry, understandably. My product was better. He forced me out of the loop. Forced. I thought that kind of thing only happened in the movies. Apparently, I was wrong.