Prokletije

Andrew's eyes flicked up, catching sight of her face. He swallowed, forcing his heart to not fully pound straight out of his chest. He shoved his chair back, kicking off with his feet. Standing up his eyes, a bright blue caught between a clear gray based blue and a weirdly vibrant electric blue, found her face. And that wall, that steel strong wall he'd built around his heart and emotion came tumbling down. Crashing in a haze of love, hate and anger. Years of work, undone in seconds just by looking

==Prologue== "Where am I?" a boy with dark violet hair and black streaks had fallen down a mysterious locker. "What the hell? What is this place?" The boy stared at his uniform; a white collar, a blue-striped necktie, a black and white vest, and an indigo suit along with blue pants. All of a sudden, there was a noise coming from another locker. This time, the boy heard it behind him. The b oy turned around and saw nothing except a blank, meaningless wall that is facing him. The boy leaned again

There were moments where I would talk normally and gaze at the opals in my hands. Often, a smile would appear over the damn dirt stains of my face. But at times, a rush of water would overwhelm my eyes and I would let them flow continuously until I became bloody unconscious. “It was a dark foggy day when I came upon these bright green and blue opals,” I mutter as I began reminiscing about the last thirty years. I stumbled upon the strangest opals that appeared to glow, only realizing that later,

“Emergency code 10-48, suspect is a 6’1 male, black hoodie, armed and last seen fleeing towards Gray Street”, the radio roars. I’m on Gray Street. The last thing I want on my first month in the force is a damn killer in my face. “I’ll keep my eye out, sir”, I respond unenthusiastically. I’m getting out of here, there’s no god damn way I’ll be chasing some fool on a fine Mississippi morning. I rev up the engine of my cruiser and attempt an escape of my own. Be it fate, stupidity, or the devil’s