writing_shadows

Dawn

She was on the train going home after a long day in London, The hangover was mostly gone, and so far she’d not been arrested, but why did she feel like she was on the edge of a precipice, looking down at the abyss. She stepped off of the train and as she saw him her heart fluttered like it always did, like it pretty much always had done. He was stood very still against the van. Too still, too dark and too cold as he watched her walk towards him and then she was there again, at the edge of a precipice, looking down and preparing to jump.
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Nyght

“Alexa” the director called “You run up to the precipice and then you jump, there will be explosions and we’ll be recording from all angles, there will also some basic camera’s for still’s so we need it right we only get one shot” Nyght’s heart was fluttering with nerves in her chest as she prepared for the stunt she had rehearsed at least 20 times that day alone. She waited for the call of action and when it came the world seemed impossibly slowed. As she hit the matt at the end of the stunt the director rushed her beaming. “Perfect” He said offering her a hand “Now what were you saying about going for dinner?”