My heart started beating at an alarmingly fast rate. I was suddenly afraid and desperate for any means of escape.
“Help. Please, someone help me!” A scream ripped though her throat, leaving echoes of a hoarse voice she barely recognized as her own. Panic wasn’t helping, better to expend her energy on getting free.
A Twisted Fate (work in progress)
All of the bad reasons for his phone to go off this early on a Sunday morning sent shards of fear through her heart. God please let their families be okay.
Juliet’s lungs expelled every ounce of air and she crumpled to the side, hitting the armrest. Her head filled with the ache of unshed tears. No. No. No.
When Next We Meet (work in progress)
I couldn’t do anything but stare. Stare at my friend and nothing else. Stare so hard, I’d bore a hole through her forehead and find spaghetti instead of brains.
He’s going to kill me. The panicked thoughts roared through her head like a like a freight train.
He knew he should do something but was rendered impotent by the feeling of panic welling inside him. What was wrong with his wife?
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair