Trapped in a Tunnel

Though the tunnel appeared well-lit and recently built, he hated driving his car through it. It was something he had never grown accustomed to. The narrowness of the place had him on edge.

Turning up the radio, he tried to fill the space with music, but he could still feel the walls looming over and around him. He shuddered and concentrated on the end of the tunnel. Soon, it would be over. Soon, he would be out of here.

Beside him on the floor, his prisoner stirred. He kicked him hard, not taking his eyes off the road and got a groan as a response.

Shit, he thought, as he hit the brakes hard. The cars in front of him had all slowed down almost to a stop and from behind, he could hear the wailing of police sirens above his music.

His prisoner stirred again at the sound. This time he kicked him hard. When the cars stopped moving, he shoved the other behind his seat, just in time before a police officer rapped on his window.

He nodded and smiled politely, but then he saw the man’s hand move to his gun, just as a second police officer appeared at his other door.

© 2016

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DNA Sibling Test: How does it work??

Has anyone ever done a DNA sibling test?

I know you (can) order them online and do them at home.

What I’m wondering though, is how it works.. Do you take samples and send them back? Or do you get immediate results?

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

I’m currently in the midst of writing a novel where they have to do a DNA test to figure out whether they are really related, but I haven’t really found anything online about how to actually carry out the test… And they’re kinda expensive to just order for the fun of it 😛

Thanks!

-Fia

Late

She hated this part of the path. The branches caved in above her head, as though pushing her down. She pulled her hood closer around her head, as the fog grew denser.

She cursed herself inside. She should never have decided to take the walk through the forest. Should have taken the path along the road, illuminated by the street lights. But of course she was late again. Late and too lazy to take the safer path. She hurried faster, knowing that her dad would be annoyed that she was late yet again.

A sudden strange noise made her look sharply to the right. Were those eyes staring at her through the fog? She couldn’t tell.

She picked up her pace.

Seconds later, she was grabbed from behind, a large hand covering her mouth to stop her strangled scream from reaching her lips. She heard a soft laugh, then she lost consciousness.

© 2016

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