Life Is Strange: Double Exposure Crack Novels & Stories

No! The crack tries to seal itself shut immediately and I grip the edges, holding it apart with such sheerb effort that my body shakes. I hear my people’s voices vaguely like they may be across a river but all of me is centred towards holding that fine web. She is just beyond the crack, and hell if I will let her disappear. Paintstakingly, I inch through the gap, repelling its convulsive efforts to seal itself shut. Without being told, I know I lose her forever if I lose control of the crack.

She'd lived that way for a while now and it had been great so far, nothing short of bliss, ecstasy and drunkenness that left her feeling wonderful. "I have to bring another man back" she told herself in front of the mirror, seemingly reaching a resolve. Ever since that stranger, she hadn't done the deed with anyone. Somehow, she felt attached to that strange man and it was exactly that sense of loyalty and commitment that she wanted to totally remove from her system and she was going to do so tonight. This was the new life she had chosen to live. Val turned to leave the room but suddenly, her head buzzed shortly and her view became hazy. She reached her hands to the sink for support but her

I want to dig into it but the key is in the person who owns the hand I'm holding, it's Ross'. If this moment is drawn on a clean white paper; walking with him on the edge of the sea under the direct sunlight and the beautiful formation of clouds in the sky, just at the first glance, you can say that our life is perfect. But no, the half behind of this image is torn and erased, waiting for glue and pen to put it back together.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

The whole hall exploded, murmurs surging up on every side. Karina looked at her own profile, sharp and clear on the screen, and a violent shudder ran through her as she shrilled back, "This is fabricated! You got someone to doctor the footage! Eli, say something, it was you yourself who ruled she was the thief back then!" She whipped her head around toward Eli at the door of the box across the way, desperate for some shred of support. Eli stood frozen where he was. Beneath the silver-gray hair, his features were ashen, his lips opening and closing again and again without a single word coming out.

he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace. His deep raspy voice heightened the feeling and I trembled as the waves of heat and light washed over me. His voice lingered in my mind. I couldn’t think straight but I was sure this was not because of the alcohol. I was captivated by him, craving only him. The stranger watched me as he removed his fingers and I arched my back from the sensation. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to complete, yet wanted me broken at the same time.

“You go rest, dear. I'll deliver your medication to the upstairs room soon. I gave a small nod before ascending the stairs with each step seeming more burdensome than the previous one. While walking past the guest bedroom I spotted that its door was not fully closed. Strange. That door was always closed. I paused, then pushed it open slowly. The room inside held a dim atmosphere since the curtains were closed and the air carried the aroma of old perfume. A sight near the windowed desk came into view that immediately halted my heartbeat. A photo album. Open. I walked over slowly, cautiously. Old pictures of Laurel appeared on the page before my eyes. Real ones. Some from childhood, some more

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

I ask Aubrey as I show her my favorite photo of him. Aubrey peels her eyes away from her phone before focusing her attention over to me. She looks down at the shirtless photo of Jack before scrunching her nose up in what looked to be distaste. “Um… no. Not at all actually.” She says. This bitch is crazy. “Ya know, I always knew you had some type of mental illness, but I’m starting to think you need to be admitted now.” I joke. “Says the girl drooling over some guy she’s never even met.” Ella chimes in.

The night had taken on a strange quality, as if the air itself carried whispers of secrets too old to be spoken aloud. Annabel stood in the garden, gazing at the table adorned with trinkets meant for guests to admire and take as mementos. Her fingers hovered over a bracelet made of silver and lined with tiny, delicate runes. It was simple yet conplex, catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive. Without thinking, she picked it up. The moment her fingers closed around it, the world seemed to shift. The cool night air grew heavy, and her vision blurred as an intense wave of dizziness washed over her. Images flooded her mind, fragmented and disjointed at first but quickly taking