Syringe The syringe was enormous, pistol-shaped and well-padded in its metal holder. Jane’s heart stopped at the sight of it. There was no way—no way that thing was meant for them.Syringe by Marian-ette
Jeremy removed his phone from his back pocket. It was vibrating. His eyes met Jane’s as he flipped it open and switched the sound to speaker mode.
A woman’s voice, crisp and calculating: “Load the vile into the syringe and inject yourself.”
“W-wait, what’s in it?”
“The syringe contains an experimental hard drug. The cargo hold is not pressurized. The injections will lower your heart rate, reducing your need for oxygen. You’ll have a 92% chance of survival. Do it now, or you will suffocate.”
Jane felt the blood drain from her face. She shook her head. There was no way.
Jeremy lifted the syringe to his arm without hesitation. Jane gap
The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)Once upon,The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt) by DraganTheMighty
so back in time,
When creature, beast and bird and;
could all be shaped like human,
there was a little butterfly,
And as every buttefly
she would live for just one day;
and then die...
She met a boy,
the boy loved her,
He didn't know
and he asked her
"Is it true?
You'll die today?
So I was told,
So they say!"
He scared the little butterfly...
She found the owl, the wise owl,
To ask if true, to ask why
"You are just a butterfly,
It is true, by moon you die."
And it was true, so sad she'll die.
But gods were watching
from up, high,
A butterfly shouldn't cry
A butterfly should just live her life in joy,
A butterfly should just live her day in joy.
So the little was reborn,
As human now
would live and die,
A girl was born,
It was a present from the gods,
as I was told from teachers old.
She lived again,
life was joy,
One day again
met the boy
The boy felt,
He didn't speak,
in darkness cried
Loved her again,
Now was a girl,
The Bookcase Brought You To Your KneesI see your bookcase has brought you to your kneesThe Bookcase Brought You To Your Knees by Rifle1980
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo erectus with a precision grip
You will grip this pen as tight as you can
And write about how you tend to overthink
And how your idle mind is still in repair
Knowing that overthinking is natural though
When the alternative is silent despair
You wonder if you can still reset your mind
To how it was when you were unread and young
Dust yourself down and cl
De eerste moord.Kees van Doorn.De eerste moord. by Valgergo
Belinda stapte een paar minuten later de lift weer uit en liep daarna naar de lijkschouwer, die naast de ijzeren tafel stond en net klaar was met zijn onderzoek. Ze keek somber naar het lichaam van de jonge dode vrouw en vond het altijd verschrikkelijk als iemand zo jong om het leven was gekomen. Het slachtoffer lag met haar rug op de ijzeren ondergrond en omdat de vrouw geen kleren meer droeg had Willem een wit laken over haar lichaam gelegd. Op een ijzeren karretje lagen het gereedschap wat de man vaak gebruikte en in de rechterhoek stond op een houten bureau een computer. de formulieren lagen in een archiefkast, wat in de rechterhoek op de grond stond en in de achtermuur waren de koelcellen gebouwd. acht stuks. Ze bleef naast Willem staan, deed vervolgens de handen op haar zij en vroeg: "Ik heb nog aan Kees van Doorn gevraagd of dat hij met me mee wilde lopen." "De man wilde niet. Wat kan je me vertellen over het slachtoffer
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