Lisa ducked behind a crate, bullets stitching the wall just above her head. During a brief lull in the gunfire she popped up and squeezed off a few shots.
The news that Simon Masrani, owner of Jurassic World, had crashed his helicopter into the Pterosaur aviary had reached him only an hour before his manic rush from the Carnotaurus.
Yet the warrior just stood there, sword at the ready, silently defiant. For a while dragon and warrior stared each other down,
Two blocks away Alden’s unfinished glass of milk shattered, spilling milk all over the table. His dad scrambled for cover as the windows imploded.
Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. Someone was running, trying to escape the downpour. He bumped roughly into her and she stumbled but just managed to keep her footing.
One day when we are at peace with ourselves and nature. One day, my son, one day she will dream of the sun once more. But for now, she is our Queen of Rain.
Victor is now staring at me and I can see it in his eyes; fear and doubt. Never before has this happened to him. Never has an opponent risen from his knockout blow.
My experience this evening has proven to me that the human race is not enlightened. Their natural state of being is cold-hearted and cruel, not caring if they hurt others.
I try and block out the voice again. The voice that cost me my job. After the divorce, I gave in to the voice every chance I got. The voice comforted me through my search for another job.