
TeethHe can see the podium out there. Sitting there, innocuous in the spotlight. Like a venus flytrap, just waiting for some unsuspecting insect to buzz into its grasp before closing its jaws around its latest meal. Although a podium doesnt really have jaws Maybe the stage itself would rise up and ensnare but no.Teeth by ~DeltaStrata
I shouldnt let my mind wander, he thinks. Thatll only make it more nerve-racking. Or at least, thats what logic would dictate. In all truth, getting his mind off of the impending show would probably help him relax more but only if he got his mind to focus on something relaxing. Rather than, y

Red Lights You would think that dealing with something on a daily basis would make it easy. Or at the very least, calming; a reprieve from all the crazy things that happenor dontin the working world. Such were the thoughts of one Mr. Roe as he flicked on his turn signal and started looking for an opening in the slightly-faster lane he wanted to pull into. Eventually, someone was nice enough to slow down and let him in. He offered the driver a wave as he hastily turned the wheel, angling his vehicle out of the immobilized line of cars before just as hastily straightening out to follow his new path. Or rather, the same path, but slRed Lights by ~DeltaStrata

Walking Silently the man stood up, making his way through the opened gate and into the midst of the waiting guards. His wrists were quickly shackled, and with an armed escort on either side, he started down the hall. Those whom he had spoken with in the past few weeks watched silently through the bars of their own encasements as another person was lead away, down the hall, to the reinforced steel door (seeming more appropriate for a submarine) at the far end of the passage. It was wheeled open, hinges squeaking noisily to allow the trio to step through, then being closed behind them.Walking by ~DeltaStrata
There was no way to know what to expect past this point; none