Fiction by bibi

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There is a simple meaning to life, some may not see it others may not believe it but I simply understand it. Everyday i see different people walking the same street, i wonder what thoughts pass through their minds, thoughts on love, relationships? Yet i sit here staring through the dirt glazed window at these people thinking of their own problems as i simply think of how i will live on to the next day. I am wanted in all 52 states of America. I've been shot at, stabbed, bruised and imprisoned for a crime i was framed for. Now i hide here everyday for they haven't spotted me yet, but when will they. I hear a crash outside, the door bursts open and they surround me, i look up from the shadows the suns rays shining in my eyes, a crooked smile spreads across my face as i push down hard on the button, an explosion breaks through the rumble as the building falls atop of us crushing us all, but i've won. by bibi | (3) comment
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Bibi joined fictionthis on Tuesday 15th of April 2008. This talented author is an active member of the site, has submitted 4 fiction(s) thus far and voted for 21. Show some love and leave your comments and feedback below their fictions.

Historical Fictions

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His deep blue eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. He looked through the window of the fast food restaurant across the road, she was sitting silently, sipping from her cup. Her dark red lipstick stained the glass. She looked outside, almost nervous yet mostly afraid. She had received a letter early that morning, a letter from anonymous yet it was strongly familiar. The same handwriting the same things he would write but it couldn't have been him. She looked outside Barney's Burgerama, inside, at all the customers sitting alone thinking of their own problems in life. She was slowly growing impatient her nerves exploding inside her. There was a jingle of bells as the door opened. His deep blue eyes met hers, her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. She quickly stood up knocking over her glass, she grabbed her coat and ran past, he grabbed her hand violently bringing her to a sudden stop. She looked at him, mouth agape and whispered, "This can't by bibi | (0) comment
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It started off a normal day, I was a normal girl with a normal house and a normal family. Everything was perfect, I was perfect. The boys liked me, the girls envied me, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. But my life as I knew it was about to come crashing down. As I walked through the tall black gates to the school I sensed something was different. Boys weren't attempting to woo me, girls weren't greasing me off. No, something wasn't right. I walked around searching for my classmates. I saw teachers bustling past, too busy with their own problems to help me with mine.

"Nina!"

"Julie! What's going on, where is everyone? Why aren't they asking me on dates!"

"The new girl."

"The what?"

"She's really pretty, and really nice, I think you'd like her." I gave her a sympathetic smile. She was my best friend, but a total idiot.

"Where is she?" I followed Julie playing with my long, blonde hair on the way. Julie pointed to the corner, there was a l by bibi | (0) comment

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I could feel the firm ground beneath my feet as I ran through the thick trees that showed no hope and no exit. I had cuts all over me, branches had been grabbing at me forcing me to stay but my heart and body told me to move on. Everything had been taken, my one hope ripped from me as if my own beating heart, my flesh and blood had been torn out of me. But I had to keep moving, with every step a stabbing pain as the cut on my leg grew deeper. I collapsed tripping upon a root planted deep in the ground. I needed to get out of here, I was the only hope left for my friends, my family and everyone. I closed my eyes, heart beating with fear, body pulsing with pain. I saw her face her seaweed grey hair flowing about, her long tentacle like fingers trying to grab at me. I hated her for everything, she was ruining my life, the lives of my family and friends. The torture and pain she had put us through. I needed to help. With every ounce of strength left in my body I stood, and ran. by bibi | (0) comment