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Night shrouded the boulders from view; only their jagged tips visible over the pounding waves. Lucas huddled against the wind, gazing out over the dark waters—wild, uncontrollable, all-consuming. He massaged his temples, his thoughts spiralling out of control. Would it be painful? He wondered, to jump, to feel your skull cracking against the rocks? Surely no more painful, than to not jump. The sky was dark velvet overhead, sequinned with stars. Lucas saw no beauty in its everlasting patchwork. The wind smothered him head on, his coat hood flickering out behind him. He fumbled for the jacket fastenings; hands trembling violently. After a couple of attempts, it hung open. He flung it off and reached to unbuckle his belt, throwing it to the ground with a clatter. Through his thin t-shirt, the cold stabbed uncomfortably at his skin—like being pricked repeatedly by the thorn of a rose. Though soon, the cold wouldn’t matter anymore. Nothing would matter anymore. “Lucas!” May screamed. Her heart thudded against her chest as she repeated herself—over and over. Trying to repress the sobs that racked her slight frame, she ran. Her flashlight sent spiralling shadows over the rocks. She wanted to scream, but she needed to keep going. She had to find him. Rain hammered against the rocks, giving them a …show more content…
Her lungs burnt and her breath caught in her throat. Every second she wasted was a second closer to losing him. Then she saw him, a distorted shadow in the moonlight. She cried out his name again through chapped lips. Tears pooled in her eyes, like a gentle ocean resembling her bleeding heart. Mascara smudged around her cheeks like charcoal. She stumbled forwards, her legs threatening to give way. Rough edged rocks tore at her clothes, slashing her trousers like something in a horror movie. But she had to keep going. After all they had been through, she couldn’t lose him now. Not
SQUEEEKK! The police car skidded across the side of the road, leaving a swiveling trail of black marks in its tracks. “Stop right where you are!” A deep officer’s voice shouted out the car window. Melanie and Henry’s faces turned red as a tomato.
The first thing that was displayed on the screen that read Bryan's thoughts was a strange place. It seemed blurry at first, but the image cleared up as he thought more profoundly of the memory. It showed a strange place that seemed a bit too violent for humans to inhabit it, which meant it had to be an abstract memory or a different dimension. Wendy knew about alternate dimensions because she had studied about them in college. She knew right away that it looked a bit too... fiery for human life to flourish on here.
Lightning strikes and thunder rumbles in the distance. The icy cold rain pounds against the roof. Lizzy sighs, looking out the window from the couch. “Ah, this is sooo boring . We’ve been stuck in this house for weeks because of all this stupid rain.” A streak of white light shines in the distance with the rumble of thunder soon after.
The rain cried as if the heavens had torn apart and came down to Earth to show its sorrow, beating a gentle yet violent tattoo on the roof. The cool breeze blew fiercely through the shelter sending a shiver down Liesel’s spine, awakening her from her slumber. She peered through the rotten sheet of linen that barely covered her shrivelled, thin body as the sound of little feet and nibbling rustled through her ears. Not of the children, but of mice, eating their way through her pillow; an empty potato bag. She heaved herself up, and staggered off the cement floor, wondering if it was wet or stone cold. Her head spun as she stood for a minute leaning against the mouldy walls to get her orientation back.
It’s a normal day at the Annex, I go to open the bookshelf and Anne was there waiting for me like always.
Once upon a time in a small town that no one has heard of, there was some unusual business going down. The king’s daughter, Rebecca, was cleaning her room and all of the sudden a wicked witch flew into her room.
Streaming like rivers down my face were tears that day, my heart torn to shreds in a matter of only minutes. Starting with a decision, impossible for some, and yet I had already decided on my answer beforehand. No, I wouldn't trade places, I wouldn't let you save me at such vast of a cost. In the end, it didn't matter, what I said didn't make a difference, the same thing happened. Murdered in cold blood right in front of me, electricity jolted through his body, without a hint of hesitation from the executioner and Liam was gone.
It was just one regular day. Chitter chatter coming from the wave of children. Soccer moms picking up their kids from practice. The brightly shining gray color of the mini vans lined up. The husband's picking up hours at work. The usual day. Except for one large gap in the Earth's sky. Hovering at us. Staring us in the eye daily. Confusion rose upon us. Questioning what that thing in the sky was. We never knew it would be capable of such yet; until it held that power and used it.
All day i’ve been staring out the window, making friends with the raindrops that tap against my windowpane. They have all raced to the edge of the canvas I stare through. The clouds move in synchronization, perfectly.
One day Ben had a check up at the doctor's office. He felt like something was wrong because he had been having bad headaches and been really nauseous. His doctor told him it might just be stress or or not eating well. Ben went home and after a few days he still felt sick and had the worst head ache. So Ben called the doctor again and wanted to get an MRI or something to at least see what’s going on inside his head. The doctor put him through the scanner and he went in the back room to wait for his results. Two hours later his doctor came out looking at him asking himself how can such a young person have brain cancer already. “Doctor Renee before you say anything just tell me if it’s good news or bad.” She replied with a little sigh of help.
Imagine yourself a child, at home watching television one afternoon with your brothers and sister. Suddenly the doorbell rings. Your mother goes to open the door and it's the police. You sense some kind of confusion and you hear yelling. A policeman grabs you, gathers up your other siblings and says, "Get ready, you are coming with us. You’ll see your mother soon. You will be gone for only a few days. It’s going to be OK" You are terrified. You try to say no and put up some kind of fight. No matter how much your mother protests, she fails to prevent the police from taking you away. You are put in a police car and taken to a strange office where you are surrounded by people who call themselves “social workers”. After sitting for what seems
I woke up with a sharp pain in my chest and head. Around me was the car, it was wrecked and little to no cars nearby. I racked my brain to remember what happened. I was at home and I needed to go somewhere, I got in the car and started driving. The last thing i remember, was the truck coming towards me. then it all went white. I gasped. "the truck, it hit me and I must of passed out." I checked myself. nothing broken, that's good. My phone was smashed so I couldn't call anyone to tell them that I crashed. My brother, Williams house wasn't far so I would walk there.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
Oh, what a comfort it is to write; word after word. A life of literature and personal expression is one to be cherished. Silence; I sit alone and write my truth before I no longer can. My time here has nearly reached its demise.
There was a man with golden-orange hair and eyes dressed in uniform, along with some other men dressed the same way walking through a grey-bricked corridor. They soon arrived to a room with iron bars, obscuring the view inside. They had opened the door and on the floor of that tiny room was the golden-haired boy surrounded by a number of paper planes. He looked up at the officers, his face filled with surprise and fear. Two of the officers went behind the boy and struck him in the back, eventually pinning him to the ground while the man with the golden-orange hair picked up one of the paper planes. He unfolded it and read it while the boy was struggling to get up. Soon the man tore up the paper plane and let its pieces gently fall onto the floor. The golden-haired boy's eyes widened and his eyes followed the pieces. He soon screamed out of utter rage and got up, pushing the other two officers off his body. His hand balled up into a fist and he punched the man who had torn the precious little plane. Just when he was going to go for another punch, the two other officers grabbed him and dragged him off. The boy screamed and struggled to break free as his eyes filled with tears.