Phantom Menace Crawl 소설 & 이야기

The mattress lay on nothing but the ground with nothing else beside it. I crawled off the thin padding and looked around the tiny concrete room. My hand roamed to the cracks and crevices in the room, trying to figure out an outline and frame of the room I was caged in. “What's going on?” I whispered into the dark, hoping for some sort of answer. My whisper vibrated off the small walls and came bouncing to me, mocking my lack of knowledge. The cement opened and light flooded in, blinding me momentarily. I placed my hands distantly from my face, trying to block out the light but still see what is happening. A couple of silhouettes blocked some light from view, getting bigger and bigger as they

Isabella explains and I raise my eyebrows trying to get the sense of what happened. "Simon fell down from the balcony of the third floor of Tech building, he broke all his bones and went into a coma. Karma right." Isabella says tears falling from her eyes. My heart beat loudly in my chest, I was so filled with adrenalin but from the fear and devastation I could see etched into her beautiful features.

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

Her whole body is very hot while she also could not stop releasing a series of growls and gasps that caused her throat to dry completely. Consecutively, she does swallow afterward. But after that, she once again felt Jason's lips gave a very delicious sucking on her femininity so she moaned again. Just a few moments and suppressed screams are about to escape her mouth. But she knew she had to hold back. So she decided to reach for her extra pillow and then cover her face with it and there she let out the loud and sharp screams that she had been enduring to release. "Oh god! Hmmm ... Shit! Jason, it's so good!" he said removing the pillow from her face then with trembling hands grab the young

"It's the only way to drive the Sucrose Zombies away." Lia nodded. He started swinging his crowbar against the wall. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The sound of metal slamming into concrete echoed through the narrow tunnel. Dust rained down, and the cracks in the wall grew wider. "Hurry, Lia!" Bima urged. Suddenly, from the darkness ahead, came a rapid scratching sound. Then glowing red eyes, dozens of tiny points, emerged from the gloom. Shadow Crawlers. "Damn it! They're coming!" Bima growled, gripping his flare gun.

It sizzled against the wool of his coat. "Move!" Tristan shouted, shoving Saoirse forward. The ceiling exploded with movement. Five pale, spindly shapes dropped from the darkness. They were humanoid, but elongated. Their limbs were too long, with extra joints. Their skin was translucent, showing the black organs pulsing beneath. They had no eyes, only gaping mouths filled with needle-teeth. Crawlers. One landed directly on Jora, the scout. It didn't bite her; it wrapped its long limbs around her, crushing her ribs with a sickening crack.

"I am reading it." The message from the building security team was four lines. Intruder detected at the Collier Street property. Service entrance. Camera captured clear footage. Subject gained entry through a forced panel at the rear ground floor. Interior motion sensors triggered on the second floor at twenty-two seventeen. By the time the response team arrived, the subject had exited. We have footage. Confirmed identification pending but the build and movement pattern are consistent with Cassian Thorne. "He got in," she said. "He got in," I said.

And now I can’t put a halt to it. They keep coming back…back…and back, like a train maneuvering without a trick stop. I was gasping for air when I woke up from a very bad dream. It reminded me of how my foster mom tortured me when I failed to do what she instructed me to. I pulled the cardigan up to let it hug my body more. I was inside a taxicab, and I didn’t realize that I fell asleep while I was going to my mother’s hospital. The sun is already down, and the blinding lights of the city are the ones that keep the city alive. It’s kind of shocking to know that there are only a few people strolling in the city.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. Mr. Salvatore left his phone behind. He’s on his way to the airport to pick up Ms. Hayden. He asked me to hold onto it in case anything urgent came up.” The world went silent. The phone slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the marble floor. For one stunned second, I just stared at the cracked screen. Then the scream ripped out of me. A raw, guttural, animal sound that echoed off the walls of the empty penthouse. I snatched the phone and slammed it down again and again, harder and harder, until the screen spiderwebbed and shattered into glittering pieces. “Fuck you!” I snarled, voice hoarse and broken.