Seeing Around Corners Novels & Stories

I can see a chair in the center of the room and a mirror on one side. I have seen too many movies before my life took a tragic turn, and I know that through that mirror, there are people watching me. But that is not what I am most concerned about right now. I can see something like a dark shadow in the corner of the wall. This dark shadow seems not to be at the other corners of the walls. How is it that it is just around the corner? This confuses me immediately, and I just wonder what it is. Like an animal in a new environment trying to understand it, I twist my neck again and again, moving closer to the corner just so I can see the shadow more clearly.

When I was sure they had continued, I carefully snuck my head around the corner and took a sneaky glance. Perfect. They were heading straight for the centre, which would be around the next corner. Rem would head back out of the maze from there. The exit was easy enough to find, as you just had to make five right turns and two left. The other directions just led you into a circle, so it was hard to get lost unless you didn’t notice you had kept going around and around.

“Where the hell is the exit…? Every damn corner looks the same in this place.“I say in a low whisper. I move past a row of crates—but something catches my eye. A flicker of movement ahead—almost too quick to see. “Damnit…!“ I freeze, pressing myself flat against the nearest cover, eyes scanning the space ahead. I wait, silent and still, listening for the sound again. Seconds pass in tense, anxious silence—but all I can hear is my own heartbeat, loud and fast in my ears. “Maybe I just imagined it… no, I know I saw something. Just stay cool. If anyone comes, I can handle it. Just a little further. Keep searching.“ I take a deep breath, then move forward again, slowly, cautiously, trying to avo

"And I can't stop thinking of how much pleasure I'll enjoy fucking you like crazy" They circled me, trying to intimidate me. It only made me chuckle at their exquisite foolishness. I'm going to have so much fun. They had eyes on me and I anticipated their every move. I was about to lunge at them when startling sounds erupted from a corner that was covered by darkness.

My eyes flick to the right, and there, near the flowers, I see a rustle in the bushes. A squirrel. It scurries across the path, its tiny paws tapping quickly against the ground as it darts between the flower beds. I let out a sigh of relief, telling myself I’ve been imagining things. But before I can shake off the unease, my left eye catches something out of the corner of my vision.

I looked around the corner of the building once more and ran past the construction debris that littered the ground to the next warehouse. I looked around the left corner and the shot clattered against the wall above my head. They were using silencers, a bit louder than mine. I knelt on the ground with one knee and looked around the corner again as Dillinger peeked around the corner and my shot hit him in the leg. I heard him grunt and I made my way to the right corner and went down to one knee again and looked around the corner. Nothing. I ran to the container that was slightly to my left and circled it counterclockwise. I walked down the length of the warehouse slowly, aiming to come up beh

But I kept going, knowing I was so close. I reached a corner and peeked around, spotting one of the guards stationed by a door just a few yards away. He was facing the other direction, staring at nothing, his hand lazily draped over his gun. This was my chance. Steeling myself, I moved slowly, inching forward with each step, every nerve in my body alert. When I reached him, I held my breath, one step, then another, finally slipping past, and pressing myself against the wall in the next corridor.

Without waiting for a reply from Michael she stepped out of his sight. She wasn't usually a curious person but the nightmare she had last night was too scary and-and real. From the corner of her eyes, she was a figure moving into a corner. She walks quietly towards the corner, she peeks at it but it is empty. She was sure she saw someone walking into the corner and the corner was a dead end, so how come?

I tried to move as inconspicuously as I could, trying to find somewhere I could hide because everything in me was screaming that I needed to get away. It was like an itch, a gut feeling that trouble had once again found me. I slipped around the corner, taking a detour behind the thin paneled walls, knowing that if I could just reroute them, I could get away. But it was a quick glance between the slats that caught my attention. The men appeared to be questioning the patrons, holding up what looked to be a photo of

And that’s when I see a tall shadow in the corner of the room, tucked away at the darkest nook. The only thing giving away its presence is the strange beaming white light from its eyes, directly looking at me.