Ava's Monologue

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

Just as they were making their way toward the shack out comes the witch. They carefully make their way up to her and not taking their eyes off of her. Not only was she a witch but a beautiful one, like no one they had ever seen. She

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

Once again, Tess is lying in bed being a spoilt brat! Acting like what she is going through is the worst thing in the world, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore, what happened to Fin was just ‘life’, and Daniel has no blame in it. Brendan, Mum and especially Joe think that because Tess and I are sisters, I should be the one to say something, to help her … but what am I supposed to say, that everything is ok, that nobody blames her or Daniel, what happened that night was just a terrible freak ‘accident’. It’s all rubbish, I hate Daniel! My own nephew, for what he did, and of course I blame him, he took my son away from me. As for Tess, she should have done something before his anger problems hurt innocent people. Maybe if she had Fin wouldn’t

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

“Alright, Mother,” James said as he turned to his beloved sister. James tried to teach Ann what he had learned that day when Father entered the house. He addressed the family and sat down at the table as Mother brought a bowl of terrapin stew for supper. The family began eating the wonderful stew, when Ann interrupted the silence.

When she arrived home she made a tea with the flowers, as the medicine man had instructed her. Picking her son up, Sarah pinched behind the viper’s head, forcing his mouth open. She then took the tea and poured it down the snake’s throat. Quickly letting go, she then watched as the venomous snake turned back into the little boy she had always known.

Many of the old people in the village had claimed they had been marked by the witch when they were little while sleeping in their very own homes including Bryan’s Grandma Mrs. Ojeda. The family was enjoying their first chilly night under the stars that were clearly visible unlike how they were back home. It was a perfect time for Bryan and his nephew to ask their grandmother to tell them the story of the witch on the corner of Babylan St. that was just 4 houses away. Bryan finally broke the silence of the night by telling his grandma, “ Grandma can you tell us the story of the witch on the corner of the street?” Bryans Grandma had agreed but told us not to tell their parents she had told them the story. She said,” The rumors began when a family had moved into the house a week before Christmas. Time had passed and the day was Christmas Eve and as traditions went, they would blow fireworks starting at midnight and burn the dummies they had made of hay and fireworks with old clothes they saved all year. The family did not want to do fireworks that night so they stayed inside the house for

The nurses left the room soon after, leaving a trail of discontent in their path and an abundance of questions lingering on the tip of my tongue. Delilah was my friend, she couldn’t just have left. There had to be a reason; there always is. Like every other day, I was left in the room, alone with my thoughts, an acerbic combination.

She froze midsentence, trapped in her own loop of thought thanks to that grotesque imagery she had of me and Ariana being together. I assumed she had finally croaked out on us and was about to suggest playing the crucial game of ‘Not It’ to help determine who the poor fool who would be required to remove the body, clean up the mess from the closing bowel movement and tell everyone from the rest of the staff to the officers to her family what happened, but within a blink of an eye she lit up like a little kid who received a shiny quarter from grandpa on the family’s monthly visit to their grandparent’s house.

Then later Karanas brother was killed by a pack of wild dogs. When Karana has the pack leader down and wounded she aims for a second shot. Karana hesitates when she sees the dog lift its head and place it back down to the ground but realizes it’s not going to run. When Karana sees that the dog cannot get up she takes the dog home to care for it and cleans its wounds with coral brush. Karana sleeps outside on the rock for three nights, scared to sleep in the house with the dog, she also brings the dog fish every night, but when she tries to feed it out of her hand the dog growls and backs away. On the fourth day Karana comes home early to find the dog was not waiting at the fence for her as usual. Karana had a strange feeling come over her as she called out “Dog, Dog”. Karana had started to care for the dog. On the fourth night Karana stayed inside with the dog and named it Rontu, which meant “Fox Eyes” in her language.

She was confused where this idea of his had came from but he had just said from his past. She was nervous about him hunting alone but she knew it’s what he had to do to keep their family going through this hard time. Brad had prepared himself for the woods and to kill anything that he could use for food. As he went out in the dark, he had realized it was too dark and he couldn’t see the wild animal running in the woods. Just as he was about to give up, he had remembered in his past life he had also been an owl. Owls have great night vision and he knew that would help him. He had all the different combinations that could help him get the food he needed for his family. He used his great hunting skills, from his past life of being a lion. He used the knowledge and dedication of the turtle in his past life to know to keep going for the food and shelter for his family. He had also thought of his excellent night vision he used to have as an

As the letters begin to evolve about specific events that were clear and obvious red flags in Kevin before his killing spree. For the reader, we can see Eva’s internal monologue begin to shift based on what she reveals and what she omits from the letters. In the beginning, Eva and her emotions were not shown to the reader besides through her cynicism towards the idea of motherhood even before she gives birth to Kevin. I believe her resentment towards Kevin began as early as her discussion with Franklin about his dream of becoming a father. Even though this news shocked Eva because she believed it was only going to be them two, she learns what makes Franklin may be the only important thing she can do.