Creative Writing: Mara's Last Fight

Soon after the ceremony, Miss Finch’s brother sells Isabel and Ruth to Anne and Elihu Lockton. As Isabel goes about her duties for the Lockton’s, she meets Curzon, a slave who works for one of the law enforcement officials for the Patriots. Curzon says that if Isabel comes to him with any information about he Loyalists' plans, he will have his master set her free. Back at the Lockton house, Madam mistreats Isabel and makes Ruth into her personal servant. Isabel overhears Master Lockton and some of his friends talking about money they have hidden in a chest that they will use to bribe the rebel army with. Isabel takes that information to Curzon but never gets freed. A couple weeks later, Ruth has several seizures from an illness, which make Madam believe she's possessed by the demon. Madam gives Isabel a sleeping drug to keep her from fighting back, and takes Ruth to market. When Isabel learns the truth, she argues with Madam, who has her punished by being branded on her cheek. Isabel feels more hopeless than ever from that. Curzon comes to apologize to Isabel and inform her that his master, Mr. Bellingham, has asked

“Wedded to her in lust…. Terror…. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight…. Terrified squealing became a high pitched scream.”

There’s plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer, and you can have it right here and not even have to move out of the chair’’’ (2). Mary only ever want to please Patrick. She made sure everything was perfect for him and to never do anything wrong. She could not think of anything she had done to deserve such news. She immediately rejected the news and decided to pretend as if it never happened. Patrick was behaving so cruel to her while she was being nothing but nice to him. She even continued to make him dinner and he yelled at her saying not to because he is going out. This angered Mary resulting her to hit him with the leg of lamb and kill him. This shows that Mary is a sympathetic character because she was always compliant to Patrick. He had no right to disrespect her as he did.

Aida moaned out as she began to finish once more, her whole body twitching and writhing against the admittedly talented tongue of the girl below her. It was always somewhat astonishing to her just how easy it was to use her conquered foes. She played them like a fiddle, and Ava was no different. The dumb brunette was, as her phone displayed, just another in a long line girls who had been reduced to unabashed sluts. The whole idea reminded Aida that one picture of her foe’s humiliation was hardly enough to remind her of just how complete the process had been. As she teetered over the edge of her second orgasm she grabbed a fistful of her conquered foe’s hair, pulling her back just enough to encapsulate her mouth as she commanded “Smile!” before snapping a picture and returning Ava to her place. Looking at the photo, she was pleased at how easily Ava had given in, a wide grin on the

Mary trembled due to the caffeine racing through her veins. Mary was always afraid. She was afraid of not being good enough. She was afraid of not meeting her parent’s expectations. Being less than Coeus, her brother. But, these were not ungrounded fears as they were based on truth. From the day Mary was born it was pounded into her tiny little brain that she was not as good as Coeus. She remembered her parent looking down on her for not getting grades as high as Coeus. No matter how she tried she was not good enough. Coeus’s existence was the reason she was locked in this room.

“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

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.

He’d tormented her, forcing pleasure from her body in ways she never thought possible. And every night since she had escaped his castle, she’d found herself here: in the forest, running from the wolf.

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.

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

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.

So we started to run down the street once we got there we went into someone's backyard my dad said “stop” he looked around it was not Chili it was a gray cat and Chili is orange. We ran back and looked in the bushes our dad whispered “shhh do you see him in the bushes ‘ then I replied “yes” then my dad said “ Cale go by the back gate Leah go around front i am going to grab him. As my dad crept closer Chili ran my way I shooed him back, but he got scared and ran all the way around the front and into Michals bushes. Leah and I ran over there and leah went in the bushes but she could not find him so she came back out but she tripped on a weed and fell. My dad took her back to the house but me and my aunt kept looking. We looked and looked but

It was snowing the day it happened. Icy flakes drifted down from the sky in a flurry of madness, and the air was freezing. This is how it always was, and how it always would be, ever since the spirits had terrorized the streets of the village. Everyone’s windows were boarded, and no one dared step outside for fear of being taken.