Knuckle Dragging My Life Away Novels & Stories

The silver seared my palm, I ignored it and gritted my teeth and yanked. It gave way easily after that. I quickly tore the ankles off, freeing myself. There was blood and the smell of burnt skin filled the air. I stumbled to my feet only to pause and grab onto the closest thing for support. The ground was shaking beneath me and the world seemed to be moving around in circles. The drug must not have fully worn off. Kane didn’t care about drugs or anything of the sort. His body was buzzing with energy as he pushed us toward the bars. I grabbed them and pulled them apart. They gave way with that single hard tug.

He deliberately threw her away with such force that she once again hit her face on the table and, trampled, crushed, slid down to the floor. Kref slowly cleaned himself up. - Think about what you said. He left, leaving Lesana writhing on the floor, choking in pain, humiliation and self-loathing. * * * The dragger, which hastily fashioned from branches, scraps of an old shirt and spruce branches, slowly crawled through loose snowdrifts. A short and short, but strong boy named Ragda dragged her, bogged down in the snow and from time to time brushing sweat from his hot foreheads.

A lone tear, out of fear escaped my eyes as my heart jackhammered against my chest. “I don’t want to die.” I whispered but alas before I even knew it, something grasped my ankles from behind. I collapsed to the ground and was dragged through the dead leaves and twigs that crunched underneath my body. My hands flared in the air as I closed my eyes shut.

Lugard groaned in pain , the bitter taste of vinegar brushing his lips frequently on each attempt he made to shout . He could not move either of his palms , Stomata nailed both like that of the two thieves crucified with Jesus Christ . His knees were no exceptions he could barely move them, he was gradually getting exhausted blood gushed out of both knees , swallowing his pride he hits his head on the table . The sound echoed loud enough for Drake to hear , he opens the doors to see his Master in a destabilized form . Drake quickly loosens the face towel which was soaked in vinegar . Without warning he removes both arrow in quick succession

The pain is unbearable but I continue to tighten my fists and when I lift them up, blood is oozing out of the deep crescents formed by my nails. This year there's nothing I've been wanting more than to die everytime something bad happened and death itself has been close by. Too close. Honestly I swear, Blake is like a pill. But instead of making me better, he keeps makes me ill. I guess the universe gave me a wrong prescription then.

"But love isn't a bottomless pit. It drains away with every lie, every time you dismiss someone." The last trace of composure on Brandon's face finally cracked. "I won't agree to this." "You don't have the right to disagree anymore." I looked at him, my voice still soft but colder than the sea wind. "Brandon, your biggest problem isn't that you don't love me. It's that you always assumed that as long as you turned around, everyone else would still be standing there waiting." The moon rose to the center of the sky. I felt the invisible thread in my chest being slowly pulled away, and the pain was so sharp that cold sweat beaded on my forehead. But I didn't make a sound.

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I screamed, but the wind was too loud and it swallowed my voice. The man pulled me harder, dragging me toward the dark road below. I felt the thumb drive in my hand, the only thing I had left of the man I loved. The story was still alive, but as we reached the car and the engine started, I realized the cost was much higher than I had ever imagined. The North Star was gone, and I was left in the dark.

My body dangled, limp, dragging in the current. But I held on. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t look up. Just clung to the stone like a dying thing. Shivering. Bleeding. Breaking. And breathing. Barely. But still breathing, because I wasn’t dying in this water. The tide snapped at my heels like a rabid dog, still trying to drag me back. But I crawled away. No, clawing. I dragged myself across the sharp, sea-slicked rock, each inch carved out of raw will. My fingers bled, my knees scraped open. My shoulder was a screaming inferno under the ice. Every time I moved it, the pain lit up my spine like a lightning strike.

The scratch on my back painfully pressed into the grass underneath me and my hands came up to try and push him off. "Get off of me!" I yelled, my physicality and tone of voice screamed desperation as I attempted to remove the naked man from on top of me. I punched his chest as hard as I could which caused a grunt to leave his mouth, unfortunately it also forced my fist to snap out of place. A small cry left me as I realized I'd just dislocated my knuckle punching him.