Mac's Fight

June 4, 2009
She looked at me.
Those glassy, staring eyes, grim from exhaustion. And filled with hatred.
"Who are you?" I growled, too tired to yell.
One second I was there, and then I was flying backwards onto the pavement. I didn't even have time to blink.
Suddenly, all I could feel was fear. Fear in all the universe.
"Who are you?"
The teenage girl still stood there, mute. I was frozen onto the floor, glued there, just waiting for the reply.
Then she leaned down and whispered, "I'm Mac. Don't you remember?"





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M.A.C said...
Jul. 3, 2009 at 7:40 am
Hey, thanks. I dunno, I always keep a story in my mind, but this is actually a small segment of a huge one, so...all of my stories are connected, but okay, I'll write some more of it down.
 
yoyoheart said...
Jun. 29, 2009 at 2:12 pm
it's really short but i like it. i think you should make it into a story 'cause it's really promising. i'd read it :)
 
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