Hope Is Hard to Find GT 1(borrower fic)A group of soldiers approach an old abandoned house- it seems stable, unoccupied. The soldiers wipe their sweaty brows, and drink the last droplets of their canteens, before walking up the creaking, pale blue steps.The leader is weary- he furrows his brow and looks behind him, looking at his comrades for support. "What d'ya say, boys?" he murmurs quietly. "Wanna camp in here for the night?"The two other men are too exhausted to protest. They are panting, sweating, and boiling under the sun's merciless rays."Let's go," one of them moans. "I need to sit down..."The other nods and sets his machine gun down onto the dusty ground. He pul
Moving In GT“Howard…” Mrs. Cheren let out a worried sigh as the car pulled to a stop. “Is he meeting us here?”It was sunny out. 75 degrees out and no children were outside. The sun was setting beautifully, casting its last rays upon the deserted sidewalks and empty yards.“Moooom?” came a loud voice from the backseat.Mrs. Cheren turned and smiled patiently at her son. “Yes, Matt?”Matthias Thurgood Cheren made a slight pouty face- his beautiful brown skinned face crumpled up with uneasiness. “Are we here?”“What does it look like?” snapped his sister. She rolled her eye
I can'tThe silence in the wide room was pretty heavy for both of them, unspoken words of angst and accusation hanging heavy over the calm facade of professionalism. “So... how much is it?” Dean asked in the end, eager to get over the formalities and get the hell out of that place.“Pay? And for what? No need to pay me for a failure.” Dean couldn't shake the idea that 'failure' was directed at him more than the whole event “You're getting out without having eaten anything after all.” Sam added bitterly.“For your time?” Dean suggested sharply “I thought this was your study, doc, not a restaurant.