Seeing Around Corners Novels & Stories

For that matter, other shooters could pop up from anywhere inside this building or another one. It was a lot of responsibility, and if he stopped too long to think about it, he’d never be able to make up his mind what to do. He’d have to let his gut take over instead of consciously thinking about anything, or else he’d become immobilized. He didn’t see anything--no movement, no signs that there was anyone left alive in the building. Adam slipped back around the corner. “All right. Listen carefully. We are going to move. We have to get around this building to the front of it. We are going to come around the side of this building and then run straight across the opening to that building and st

The leaves are cold and wet with frost. I see the movement again. 'Who's out near the clearing?' I link to the entire pack. No response. I hold back a growl of irritation. "Who's out there?" The movement happens in the corner of my vision as I go into the tree line. I whip around. Nothing. The movement comes again at the other side of my vision. I turn. "Show yourself!" I inhale but there's no smell other than the cold crisp air. It's got to be a rogue then. The movement once again to my left. I turn.

"Dinner will be served in about twenty minutes. You'll be sitting with me." They've disappeared now, but I'm positive they headed in the direction of the bathrooms. I look around once before going after them. I see the bathrooms, but to the left there's a long, dark corridor. I have no idea where it might lead to, but I'm hearing some noises. I hold my breath as I peer around the corner carefully. I know how dangerous this is, but I have to know. What I see stuns me. I bite back a gasp.

I said before I began to check room after room, corner after corner I have to find Liv, I can’t afford to lose a friend again. "Liv! Where are you please say something, Liv.” I screamed but there was no response "Where is she?” I thought I was sauntering through the corridor, calling out Liv’s name when I heard sounds of footsteps behind me, “ Liv,” I said as I turned around, I saw something, I don’t know what it is, or what it want but it was looking straight into my eyes, I quickly ran as far as I could, every now and then turning around to see if it’s still following me.

Why did those people find it hard to try the cure for something that is killing them? They continue to do the dangerous thing instead. As she walks around the corner, she catches sight of someone entering an alleyway. She stops in her tracks, her eyes trailing after the person. He looks eerily familiar…

I glanced around, the feeling that someone was watching me growing the longer I stood still. I squinted into the dark, and moved towards away from the streetlight, hoping that my eyes would adjust and be able to see something moving in the shadows. There was a rustle behind me. I span around, yanking my keys from my running belt and rifling through them for my Swiss army knife, my eyes still fixed on the surrounding darkness.

I'm. My fingernails click on the pavement. He didn't notice. I sped up, spinning around trash bags and empty boxes. Well, I'm pretty close. He heard a steady click behind him and stopped. I hid behind a trash can, looking around the corner. He turned and narrowed his eyes in the darkness. After a second, he walked forward. I let him take a few steps, then continued the pursuit. This time, when he stopped, I waited another second before diving for cover. He uttered a muffled oath. He saw something - a moving ray, a flickering shadow, something. His right hand slid to his weapon, caressing the metal, then pulling back, as if the comfort was enough. He hesitated, then looked up and down the ais

Lilac’s P.O.V. Quiet, I warned him with my eyes. The sooner I could get my hands off of him the better. The footsteps grew louder, then halted. Whoever it was, they were far enough away not to hear our heavy breathing. I counted to fifty in my head, then slowly peeked around the corner. Without a hitch, we continued moving. I lost track of how many containers we passed. There were far too many, all different colors with various logo’s printed on the sides. What I did keep track of was how many times I saw that familiar shadow dart by in my peripherals. The Whisperer.

Tiptoeing down the corridor, I constantly looked behind me and brought my ears to attention. It wasn't until I reached a corner that I sensed any sign of anyone. Two deep voices in a whisper and I could just about make up three heartbeats. If I could hear theirs, the chances are they could hear my very fast beating one. I looked around me, trying to find some form of cover. There was the passage I had come out of but that was far away now and surely they'd hear my footsteps. There was a vase but what is this, a cartoon?

I maintained a low profile, blending into the shadows as I approached the front of the cabin. Peering around the corner, my eyes scanned the immediate area, searching for any signs of the assailants. The darkness played tricks on my senses, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. The silence was heavy, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves in the wind. Yet, an uncanny intuition told me that danger lurked in close proximity.