Audette's Concern: A Short Story

Atet’s body rested a few yards away from me growing colder, she hadn’t lasted long once the guards had sealed the door. I almost smiled when I heard her take that final gasp for air, her worn soul finally at rest. Being a slave, she likely hadn’t eaten well in days, but I suppose that only shortened her anguish. My eyes finally began to adjust to the harshly darkened room and I could make out her crumpled figure sprawled along the ground, I realised that it would only be a matter of hours before I would join her. My own violent coughing interrupted my thoughts; with my head pounding I notice something wet splattered on my hands. With the pain in the back of my skull came the numb realisation that I will join Atet, sooner than I had imagined. I ran my hands along the wall I leant

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

She walked down the darkened corridor, her heels clicking against the smooth marble. Shadows danced across the tall walls, the orange flames from the iron metal torches formed various shapes across

After the fight, Jeannette realizes that she cannot change her parents and the path they are taking. Instead of changing her parents, Jeannette focuses on changing herself so that she can be successful. After a long period of hard work she finally moves to New York to start a different life. In New York she becomes a dedicated author and newspaper reporter with lots of potential. Her change to become a better person than her parents helped overcome her struggles of living in poverty while also become wiser in the

The next to die was a woman in her early twenties, her voice creaking in despair with every step she took like the old wood beneath her. Armand glanced at her as the pack in front all drooled thirsty for the satisfaction of her demise. “I’ve seen this woman before.” Armand murmured, scouring his mind, trying to match her face to that of the many

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

“... I saw at the open window a figure the most hideous and abhorred. A grin was on the face of

In Anniston, Abra opened her eyes and drew a large, gasping breath. Rather than jewels, her tears resembled a steadily rushing stream. She held her neck gingerly, rubbing at it and at the same time attempting to conceal her injury from her parents. It was sore, and she knew it would hurt even more later.

“I intend to,” I said over my shoulder as I hurried out the door and across the street. I instructed Benét to draw me a hot bath and then anxiously paced the floor until she had the tub half-filled with hot water. I stepped into the bath and then slid beneath the water. It was so hot it nearly scalded my body. After a moment, I spread my legs and let the hot water touch my private place- slipped my fingers in and let the water deeper inside me- it felt deliciously sinful. I wanted to be fresh and clean for my night with Boudreaux. I bit my lip in anticipation and tasted blood… hurry, hurry

I crawled to the entrance. Eyes still closed, I relied on my keen sense of smell to find the chamber. My mother told me the progress was slow, and she cheered silently when I tumbled into the sanctuary

The cell was dimly lit, darkness swallowing up the corners, creating a small ring of dingy light made by the single bulb set in the ceiling of stone above her. The air was humid, almost stifling, adding to the feeling she was suffocating. Her head ached and pounded at the base of her skull where Micheal had knocked her unconscious.

"My dear child, let them do their jobs. You must come now, if you stay like that any longer blood will surely stain your costume." With that she was whisked away by the Madame and found that they had gone to the lounge for the performers.

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your

She’d alway had a bad reputation. Every new school ended with her being expelled. It wasn’t her fault, it never was. She had a habit of always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was bullied at the third school she went to. People tired her so she went under the bleachers on the football field. A few guys were there, making fun of the football players and… smoking weed. She started to walk pass them, the smell of the smoke was killing her lungs. One of the boys grabbed her short hair and tugged her over in his direction. He forced his mouth to hers and pushed a puff of smoke down her throat and into her lungs. She gagged as he sent another puff down her throat. She had no idea how long he had been forcing her to smoke but then