I had random.org select a page and it selected 178.
He walked out into the night. How long had he been on the floor? The sky had the whitish tint of dawn. It was hot out there, but maybe the house was hotter. Had he seen them? Those people in the street? The memory had sunk beneath the clarity of his vision like a coin to the bottom of a pool.
Good morning everyone,
I let Random.org select a page and it picked page 37.
Warm sunlight hits my skin as I step out into the garden, an instant tingle that turns my goosebumps into memories. I’m wearing my favourite T-shirt, the white one with a sequined star on the front, and the new jeans that Mum has bought me for the party. It’s going to be a perfect day.
Welkom bij De executie! In dit programma hier worden jongeren die net 18 jaar zijn geworden en iets misdadigs hebben gedaan geexectuurd… of misschien overleefd er eentje nog wel. Dat hangt er maar van af.
The month of June I’d spent tackling the basics. That one blinking eye kept me motivated, even though it took me another week of dedicated tinkering before I made any more progress: a twitching paw.
I’d been so excited about that, I took mom out for ice cream in the park (she was getting critically worried about my levels of vitamin D at that point; I was spending so much time in the basement).