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“He smiles. I feel it against my skin in the same way I hear his laughter in my head, harsh and mocking. He is letting me know that my actions are his and I am powerless.” Man, this is crazy. I like it. I like this a lot. It's eerie and chilly — the perfect way to set the scene.
— Oct 25, 2014 01:20PM
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“Propelled by hope and sunk by reality, my sweet dreams have soured, my heart is broken, and I have finally accepted the end. I am betrayed.”
— Oct 28, 2014 03:31PM
Irene
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“You forget, Joe. I am the master of this game.” Guys, it's going down now.
— Oct 28, 2014 03:29PM
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“End the call or you’ll never find out the truth.” McNeil hesitated. “Your version or mine?”
— Oct 28, 2014 03:19PM
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“…his tormentors prevented him, stamping at his limbs, kicking at his vulnerable belly, whooping at his grunts of pain. Someone grabbed at his hair and slammed his cheek against the concrete, back and forth. Pain exploded into his temple, his head was hauled back and he felt rough fibres scrape his face as a rope was forced around his neck. He gagged at the stricture.” Things are getting seriously intense now.
— Oct 28, 2014 01:20PM
Irene
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“My fear is spiced with the thrill of holding the wild card in an insidious game of truth or dare. I am not a truthful person, it goes against my very nature to reveal my inner core, but I do thrive on risk, the insatiable roller coaster of life and death.”
— Oct 25, 2014 01:28PM
Irene
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“My fear is spiced with the thrill of holding the wild card in an insidious game of truth or dare. I am not a truthful person, it goes against my very nature to reveal my inner core, but I do thrive on risk, the insatiable roller coaster of life and death.”
— Oct 25, 2014 01:27PM
Irene
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“What were you doing in Bedlam?” “Running.” “Running from what, from whom?” “Life, death, eternal torment. Take your pick.”
— Oct 25, 2014 01:25PM
Irene
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“What were you doing in Bedlam?” “Running.” “Running from what, from whom?” “Life, death, eternal torment. Take your pick.”
— Oct 25, 2014 01:25PM
Irene
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“All eyes swung with horror at the sight of McNeil kneeling in the mud, his hands on the dead girl’s body, his mouth on the dead girl’s lips, his DNA all over the crime scene.” Excerpt From: B.A, Morton. “Bedlam.” Taylor Street Publishing, 2013-08-21T18:30:00+00:00. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.
— Oct 25, 2014 01:23PM
Irene
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“Two were suspended from the ironwork struts by their throats, not neatly with a rope around their necks, but brutally impaled on the point of a meat hook.” I love the descriptions, they don't hold anything back.
— Oct 25, 2014 01:21PM
