COMEDY/RELATABLE: My friend really doesn't know how to whisper. It's a life threatening condition- for me. " *whispering* he's kinda cute..." " OMY GOD YOU THINK HE'S CUTE???" *inhales sharply and is ready to disappear*
and vulnerability laughed/ as innocence dangled from the
e d g e
of conspicuous consciousness.
FICTION/FANTASY: She continued running, breathless. She had to get off this planet, off to her home. Power surged as she lifted off the platform, and General Mixon's threats seeming to reverberate through the galaxy.
HISTORICAL FICTION/ NONFICTION:
Poland, 1941 BAM.
The shot rang out, and you whip around. Jacob sat there, the inevitable crimson staining green camouflage.
"Like Christmas." He breathed, and the tears you swore wouldn't trickle began to pour.
"Teach them a lesson, soldier. So you and the boys can be back by Christmas."
The general's last breath was even more piercing than the gun shot.