Storygram #192
He flipped the last light switch down, and the whole factory became pitch black. This company took him a decade to get off the ground, and now, he might never get the chance to turn on its lights again.
Storygram #183
Nothing was going through his mind. The fear was too big for there to be any thoughts. He could only focus on the panic fueled action of running from what was sure to be the beating of a lifetime, far worse than the bruises and black eye a month ago.
Storygram #128
A cold breeze swept across the lake, slicing through her, effortlessly. She was too small and frail to present a challenge to anything like the wind, which made her an easy target to everyone she met.
Storygram #100
In the home of William Oliver Knox, there were no city lights to stream through the windows and no busy streets to fill the air with noise. At night his home did its best to eradicate the safety of human companionship.
Storygram #97
He was running as fast as his damaged leg would allow him to, but they were still gaining on him. The wires hanging out of his shin kept snagging on tall grass, slowing him down even more. A bullet whizzed by his ear.