short stories that will end with a cliffhanger, because every reader loves when that happens. Right?
This book will have Camren the majority of the time, because I'm still clinging on that ship. But, don't be surprised if you see Alycia Debnam or Za...
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Lauren and Danielle were two best friends who grew up together in a small town in Virginia. Every Friday the two of them would run down to an isolated lighthouse whose heliograph was already aged to fling the paper airplanes they molded.
One day, it was the first day of fall--also a Friday, and the two girls were racing up the stairs to the lightroom against giggles to toss the weekly paperboard airplanes they schemed when everything stopped. Usually, the paperboards would fly up mid-air--but, this time they both felt to the ground by the release of a hand.
Bateaus from every direction were seen from the horizontal ocean and the two girls were already rushing down the lighthouse, wheezing there way to their parents in panic. Everything was fine. That's what Lauren's mom told her as she hid her daughter in the secret attic they had, repeating herself in a shaky voice that everything was going to be ----fine. Lauren was scared, but she kept herself quiet; hushed in the attic, with old-dusted boxes surrounding her.
She gritted her teeth against the sleeve of her shirt. Then she heard the door of their house bang open. Then her mom's screams, her dad's yelling, to a gun going off. Everything went hushed, a tear running down her cheek.
Seven years later, Lauren was eighteen years old.
" Eat your supper Dinah, please." I quietly spoke as I tried to ignite a fire using two sticks I've found on our way to our temporarily home.. a tent. In my journey trying to hide from soldiers and night patrols, I have fought, killed, cried, found a friend, and--most of all, survived.
" Eating beans out of a can has made me sick, Lauren. I'm tired of eating the same thing every day," Dinah replied, throwing the can away to the dirty dregs besides us. I mean, she was right. Beans were the only thing we could find in empty houses and supermarkets has grown us sick. But, at least it's better than nothing.
I just exhale tiredly, continuing to work with my two until a glint of fire could keep us warm for the rest of the night. Hiding from soldiers has never been easy. They have weapons, upgraded weapons. We don't. We only have a knife, a bat.. and, our fists.
Two hours later, me and Dinah were sleeping inside the tent, the fire sparkling a few inches to keep us temperate. I've always been jealous of Dinah. Of how she could sleep peacefully, while I was here, wide opened, flashbacks running through my head making me insane.
" Run to the lighthouse, run to the lighthouse!"
That's all what my mind was thinking about and I would swat my head many times trying to make it stop but it wouldn't. I don't wanna be reminded of the old days I had with Danielle when we used to run to the lighthouse and fling paper planes. I don't wanna be reminded of anything, " fucking stop!" I yelled, sitting up.
I immediately felt Dinah's hand covering my mouth.
" Do you hear that?" She whispered.
" Hear what?," I asked, taking her hand away from my mouth.
