Essay

The party in government is made up of ___________ and has direct impact on governmental policy; it is largely independent of ___________________.

He watched her carefully as she began mixing the paints on her pallet, creating the required shades to complete the skin tones of her half finished portrait. Feeling his eye boring into her, her face began to redden until she carelessly dropped her brush on the ground. Abruptly she asked “can I help you?” Noticing his wrinkled face and piercing blue eyes.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?

My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly--

My vision was getting increasingly blurry and the pains in my chest were growing sharper. I could not see much but as I looked at her, she held up three items.

“Can you tell us your name?” A female voice said as it jolted me back to consciousness. As my eyes adjust to the bombard of light I wince in pain. I sat up and looked at my surroundings in shock. I am strapped to a stretcher as I being carried into an ambulance. In front of me is a destroyed building along with several other hurt civilians.

Sky opened the 3rd bottle, gone in under 5 minutes, being immune to drunkenness isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. However, it can have certain advantages, people will blurt out their deepest desires and sometimes more. Depending on how many drinks they’ve had. Sky’s manager, George Longbottom stumbled in, beer in hand. Sky twisted in her chair, arms folded; Chelsea Summers walked in after him,

I tug on the metallic chains that bind my hands above my head, there was nothing but darkness, no light, no joy only agony. I exhale deeply slumping to my knees, my stomach growling out like a wild animal.

“Good morning sunshine,” he greeted, squeezing my cheek as I tried to move my hands, but figured they were tied. His eyes were cold, empty and full of despair, almost as if I had seen them before. Perhaps in a picture, or a newspaper.

I died, well almost. I remember thundering and quick shots of silver lightning that forked in ribbons down the dark summer sky.

“Why’d you duck in here, are you avoiding me?” she spoke through the smacks of her gum, leaving fleck of her spit on my face. I averted my eyes once more.

Hey guys - We went to visit Mom yesterday, and I've jotted some notes to update you. I'll caution you in advance that it was not an encouraging visit.

Alice walked over to the table to grab the mysterious liquid ,but also slipped the key into the pocket of her dress. Madison and Alice began to drink. Then suddenly started to shrink, rapidly.