‘Shark!’ screamed the voice, filled with terror.
She woke up trembling. And reached for the glass of water.
It dragged her into the murky depths.
With pupils rolled back in its head, eyes eerie white.
The water turned bloody and dark.
He pulled on a classic white shirt, blue jeans, sprayed cologne, and quietly shut the door behind him.
Piercing light-blue eyes that stand out beautifully yet eerily. Shark eyes are (supposedly), an indicator of the loss of good judgment, sense of surroundings, and morality.
‘I’m Myra,’ she smiled at him flirtatiously.
The pink turtle-neck she wore turned ginormous, sinewy muscles visible through the arms.
‘What the …??’ he gasped.
‘Come home honey. Stop pretending.’
They found a pair of high-heels with untraceable DNA.
And the mortal remains of Paul Fitzgerald.
Camouflage /ˈkaməflɑːʒ/ noun
concealment by some means that alters or obscures the appearance
She tiptoed silently into the kitchen, her family fast asleep.
He sat at the table munching cookies. They talked in hushed voices. Animated conversations about life, books, films, music.
Daylight broke, he said goodbye.
She made breakfast, humming cheerfully.
He’ll return tonight.
Her best friend and unborn twin. Her alter.
à bientôt / ä-byaⁿ-tō
French phrase meaning ‘See You Soon’
Pouring himself a glass of whisky, David sat back on the sofa.
The room started to grow warm.
Nina desperately clawed at the coagulated mesh of tangled silk filaments, limbs trapped, eyes begging.
‘I am so sorry David, that night in Paris … I never meant to ..’
‘Hush… my darling.’
He gently stowed the bundle in the cupboard.
envelop in a protective or comforting way.
‘Push the Frankfurt meeting to 14:00. My flight’s delayed,’ she emailed the office.
She glanced at the motley crew of co-passengers.
He gave her a slow smile.
Moors, horses, castles
A bloody war
She smiled back.
Her soul consumed with rage and vengeance.
a continuous sequence in which adjacent elements are not perceptibly different from each other, but the extremes are quite distinct.
She sat down at the table for two.
‘When do we start.. the.. umm,’ he stammered.
‘Flawless,’ he thought, holding the baby close as he walked out of the building.
The cryogenic chamber slowly closed shut.
The production line was buzzing with rows of baby-machines hooked to monitors.
No one saw the possessive gleam in her wide-open eyes beneath the glass.
‘Zahra, Hussein, Latika, Jason and sweet little Abigail.’
Hermetic /həːˈmɛtɪk/ adjective
(of a seal or closure) complete and airtight.
Arthur approached the ornate gate, lugging the big black bag.
‘Patience,’ he muttered.
The guard signed the papers.
Wilma poured champagne into tall glasses, ‘Congratulations Arthur darling!’
The guests clapped and cheered.
The wormhole opened once every hundred years.
To receive souls that needed redemption.
Souls of people that are not dead yet.
And Arthur always met his quota.
Singularity /sɪŋɡjʊˈlarɪti/ noun
a hypothetical moment in time when artificial intelligence and other technologies have become so advanced that humanity undergoes a dramatic and irreversible change.