Thriller Excerpt: Aggravated Momentum


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Screams are shrill as she struggles and makes useless attempts to tug her hand free. She’s shaking with fear, and she should be, she has it coming.  I feed off the fear and let it fuel me, drinking it in and absorbing it through my skin.

“*****, please don’t do this.”  She sobs.

Her feet fumble and she fights the walk by digging the heels of her running shoes into the dirt.  Amidst the forced skirmish steps, she trips.  I continue to pull, dragging her along.  I have to reach down and get a better hold.  It’s a tougher fight to pull her by one hand.  I take a firm grip on her hair, right at the base of her scalp.  She kicks and starts to scream.

“Shut up!”  I command.

We can’t risk being heard. Especially by the crippled old man, from the sounds of it, he is just…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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