Creative Writing: Mara's Last Fight

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

“OUT! OUT! OUT!”, roared a soldier, hitting the desk beside him with a stick, “lazy, loathsome beasts like you ought to face some punishments.” Before Soon-Young could reply, the soldier violently grabbed Min-Young’s hair with his beastly hand. Kicking the other two girls, he slammed her against the wall. Soon-Young swore that she saw a devilish smile on his

But Alexandria was excited, her body ached and she knew that the man before her would not leave her wanting. She smiled softly and licked her lips, she wondered what his skin tasted like. What he sounded like as he lost control? What he would feel buried deep with her body? The mad man, the bloody prince, the animal, god how she wanted him.

Weren't there more superior tasks for a man of Roe's ability? What did he have to do to be given a task that didn't somehow demean him? Undoubtedly the answer laid in inciting a riot himself, but Roe did not have the means, or the people skills to do that.

My name is Kaley Purdom and I write to you hopeful to give you some insight as to who I am as a person. A few things you should know is that I’m very reserved among people and apprehensive when it comes to speaking in class and or making speeches. Although, when around family and friends I liked to be hysterical, outgoing and boisterous. Making people laugh and smile are always enjoyable moments that I get throughout my life.

She went downstairs to get the lamb she was still going to prepare for dinner despite the horrible news she just received from Patrick. Her anger and frustration were building up inside of her as she went back upstairs. Her thoughts quickly turned into actions as she “swung” the lamb she was holding as hard as she can and hit him in the back of his neck killing him instantly. After realizing what she had done could land her in jail she didn’t want to take any “chances”. Her tranquility to killing her husband shows how she didn’t regret killing him, but now only cares for the concern of herself and her unborn

Jasmine sat bobbing on my lap playing with the charm bracelet dangling on my wrist. I mindlessly was watching the oh-so-interesting cooking show on TV as I waited for Mica to return home. Mica left Jasmine with me for what was supposed to be only an hour or two but when the clock struck 11, I realized it would be much longer. I pull out my phone and call Mica to see how much longer he would be. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity but eventually, mica picks up, “Hey Ka-” I cut in, “Where the hell are you, Mica? It's been five hours and I haven't heard from you. I have no idea how to take care of a baby. Where are you?” Mica sighs and replies, “Kathrine, I'm sorry… The meeting ran longer than I expected. I'm on my way

Veronica sat up, groaning, and surveyed her surroundings. Right, Logan’s- the floor. So much for pretending that was a really long, late-night-chocolate-influenced dream.

To this day, years and years later, Morgana could recall every moment of his assault on her. He bent her over the bed and forced her, pounding into her savagely. Then he shoved her to her knees and stuffed his cock into her mouth; she vomited all over him. Then… Then he pushed her onto the ground, face first. He fell on top of her and jammed his hardness into her backside. Gods, the pain was so blinding she could feel her flesh tearing, the blood coursing down her legs, even now.

Her mind kicked into what Dean called ‘hunter mode.’ she calmed herself and started to take note of the people around her. A deep, sinister sounding chuckle sounded to her right as a man in a hooded robe sauntered into her view. They’d spread her out on a table- an alter- at his hip level and goose bumps rose along her arms when he dragged a nail down her exposed thigh.

Here was a man with a stable job, a handsome body, and tremendous bravery. Bennett was the kind of guy who could have whatever girl he wanted, and yet he'd chosen her. Quinn found she'd been holding her breath, and when she did start to breathe again each inhalation was staggered and shallow. Her thighs parted to give him better access and carefully she sank into a new position to further the job. Bennett kept toying, fingers caressing the wet stretch of fabric concealing her clit. Quinn was left throbbing in excitement.

The horse was running and would not stop the tiger was right behind the horse and let out a giant roar. The lion started to claw at my tail and the tiger came off, he was loose now and the horse came crashing down. Quickly the horse got back up and started to run, the tiger right behind him and was gaining distance. The tiger leaped onto the horse and started to claw him.

In the midst of a light shower, Samantha scurries across the sidewalk coming to an abrupt halt once she reached the bus stop. The sky was gloomy and grey; the people trudged. Slowly dispersing from a large crowd and separating to their daily responsibilities. Samantha stares at her soaked tennis shoes. She suddenly notices that the cement foundation slowly changes to a darker shade of grey as the water falls onto the flat rigid surface. The water droplets seeped into her light blue hoodie changing the color into a darker shade as well.

Deep, throaty cries of undeniable pleasure began to erupt from Mercy's parted lips as her Master forced upon her the sweet, electric pleasures she had become addicted to. The ice did indeed begin to numb the clusters of hypersensitive nerve endings within her sex, but the pressure alone was enough to bring the walls of her ecstasy crashing down around her. She writhed, she gasped, she mewled and begged with her sweet, lustful song for him to release her restraints; to allow her fingers to caress his perfect form. Instead, her cries seemed to encourage him to continue his relentless onslaught. She did not know how much more sweet torment she could take as his tongue writhed within her cunt, expertly spelling out her name against her hidden pleasure

Mary Anne was dangerous. She was ready for the kill. She was wearing her usual clothes. Her culottes, pink sweater, and a necklace of human tongues. Little did people know, that necklace was no ordinary necklace. Every time she killed. She took the dagger, cut the tongue off, and dried the tongue under the bit of sunlight that shone through the dense forest and the calming yet tense breeze the blew through. Then, once the tongue was dry. She would put a hole in it and hang it onto the necklace. She wasn’t that sweet, appearance caring girl that once showed up. Sure that sweet girl is still a part of her but now her dark side has awoken. It’s going to take more that a girly sleepover, nail polish, and makeup to get it back.