They heard footsteps behind them, and I glanced behind us toward the beginning of the alley, we had hit a dead end. I looked up and saw a black something zooming in on us from above. I turned to my companion and said, "Do you trust me?" "No." "smart man." Then I grabbed his hand and we disappeared through the wall.
Special shout out to @drinkingteaandreadingbooks for helping me out with this one!We all know those tired clichés. It’s time to kill them. Take one of them and turn them on their heads or at least these will hopefully keep the errors out of your writing. If you think of any other way to change them up go right ahead. Happy hunting!
"Oh, yeah, sure. let's escape from the special forces by kidnapping their secret lab experiment and hope he doesn't murder us! I" Beckett throws his hands in the air. "He's unconscious. We're safer for now," says Haylin, letting down Heath's limp body on the dusty coach. "And what is this that I hear that he can mind control people? How is that safe?" "First of all, that's just a rumor. Second of all, I said we were safer, not safe. Who knows how he will react once he wakes up."
Sierra laughed but I gave her a serious look. "I'm not kidding, he's really not happy anymore, the only thing is, I have no idea HOW I broke him" "Abby, it wasn't your fault he hurt his leg, don't worry about it." "I know, but, I just feel so BAD." Sierra smiled at me sympathetically.
The house was never silent. Anna's feet ran to and fro, Lisbeth's laughter echoed down the halls, and Georgia's soft, crooning voice soothed those who made their home there. But for the home to be completely silent was a terrible sign, and she knew something was horribly, devastatingly wrong.