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Water filled his lungs and he choked. His legs kicked wildly in every direction, not knowing where up was. Words flashed through his mind. Drowning. Water. Burning. Struggle. He was blind and deaf and mute. He was exhausted and fading fast.

clasp

Her palms were sweating and her breath was coming in rapid pants. She felt dizzy and like she was swimming. Her hands clung tightly to the keys in her grip, the only weapon she had available to her right now. She kept walking, no enemy in sight, but one could always be around the corner.

It was with a great effort that he lifted the rubble. His muscles strained and burned under his dark skin, making him pinch his eyes shut as the doctor pulled the victim out from the crushing darkness. Faster, he thought to himself, please go faster. And when the man was out, he was only too happy to drop the concrete.

It's something that he sometimes forgot. How lucky he was. And the pain struck, or he felt the numbness of deadened nerves and his desire to keep it rushed back to him, knocking the breath from his lungs and leaving him staggering. He wanted to live. Not from fear of death, but from the joy it brought him. He wanted to live.

They are everywhere. creeping and crawling and making him so uncomfortable. The man found himself hugging corners and hiding in alleys, trying to make sure they wouldn't take him again. Every time the thought crossed his mind all he could hear was the sound of snapping bones and all he could see was the shine of light on needles, bright and deadly.

She looked up and beamed at the figure who had come to her rescue. In this hell, she had been so sure that her comrade, her friend, the woman she loved had died, but there she was. She was bloody and her teeth were pressed together in pain but she was up and she was moving. Injuries could be treated, but death could not and Cali thanked every deity she could name.

Terry sighed as he curled into Denver and closed his eyes, making the vampire chuckle as he ran his fingers through the smaller man's hair. On his other side, Josh also dozed, long limbs more splayed out than Terry's. The two of them were entirely loyal to Denver and they both loved him dearly, in different ways. They were his darlings, his lover and his friend.

seeds

She pressed the little pods into the ground and wept as she did so. Each drop helped nudge them forward, into growth and into life. She pressed them into the earth, thousands of them and she wept until her dried husk of a body blew away into dust.

Each step was heavy for other but she? Was light on her toes against the concrete floor in her orange jumpsuit. it disturbed the other women, knowing her and recognizing her from the news, but this insane but sane woman was a killer and convict and gave no fucks.

She struggled, tears streaming down her cheeks and blood making her hand sticky and slick at the same time, but they would not release her. She fought and fought, trying to run when finally the blood caused her hands to slip free of the rope and she ran. She ran as fast as she could, as fast as the wind, but a single crack broke the air and left her cold.

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The wrote about whiskers
“he wiggled his nose, feeling the whiskers there. Hideyoshi laughed and roman looked up, glad that his life mate liked his new Rabbit form as he morphed smoothly back into a house cat, then into a man…”

the words The reaches for

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