Makayla's Bitterness: A Narrative Fiction

And good grief, he's forgotten about her by taking interest with her book making her clench her hands into a ball of fists though it doesn't last long as a wave of reasoning pass by her mind—she just has to control her temper. She's good. She's always good. But then he spoke—stripping off anything good about him, dipping into a conclusion that he's just a pretty

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

When she agrees to go to the cinema with Francis she transforms him. She offers him attention and affection that he has lack in his life so far. She enjoys his company and teases him playfully because he is so shy.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Can you sit up?” I say and he can, really slowly and with the support of me and Vic.

She places her hand on his left forearm and held onto it. He rips her grip of his arm, as he moves his arm towards his right.

Ayla could not believe the anguish in Kailey’s voice. All she could remember was running out the room, passing by her mom, and somehow making her way downstairs to the black leather love seat where she lay curled up into a tight ball. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of Kailey’s words, “Get out and stay out!” While the words stung, Ayla was more hurt and embarrassed by the fact that Kailey’s friends were witness to the actions that lead to her running away from them. All she could think of was how she felt about Kailey as she blurted out between sobs, “I hate you Kailey… I hate you!”

THEY'RE ALL DEAD!” She screams at the top of her lungs, clawing at his face, the adult chatters his teeth and falls to his knees, than on his face. But Aliea isn’t done yet, she shoves him over, so he’s on his back, than kicking him in the face as hard as she can. His nose shoved into his fat face, blood runs everywhere. She takes her thumbs and smashes them into his eyes, turning them into muddy jelly. Little rivers of blood trickle down his cheeks and into his gaping mouth. She rakes his face with her fingernails, leaving flesh under them. ‘I’m worse than they are..’ she thinks to herself. She smiles, then licks some blood of her fingers. She jabs her stick into his fat gut, than spits on his bloody face and keeps on walking down the

“She ran pass that way and up the stairs…” He never finishes as the men take off, running again in the opposite direction I am. Joy flitters through me. He didn’t turn me in. “You’re welcome!” Flich yells after them, sarcasm thick in his words. Minutes later after the yelling and footsteps died down, the door opens and there stand Flich, holding his side in pain, but a smile is on his face. His face is slightly bruised and swollen.

She hides this feeling in her heart and indulges herself in her illusion of her customer for years. When she out of touch with this man, she becomes absent-minded. Finally, she loses her family and becomes a pitiable victim of

The carriage ride to the immense stone church was far too short. Cole steps out of the gloomy coach and walks to the other side. Opening the wagon’s gate, he holds out his hand to help Sienna out. Taking Cole’s hand, the princess exits the carriage. She starts toward the church gate, but is held back; her black cotton dress is caught on the carriage door. She begins to tug at the fabric, not caring if it rips, but then Cole is there; a split second later, her skirt is free.

Pounding on the door, I yelled, “Catelina! Open the door! It’s me! Grayson!” A piercing scream sounded from the apartment. I bashed the door down in a rush and ran into the apartment. The scream sounded again. It’s from the direction of the bathroom. Opening the bathroom door, blood came into my vision. Speckles of bright red blood decorated the white tiles. Catelina was lying in a puddle of blood. Her eyes wide open in fright and blood gushing out from her torn neck. Suddenly, patches of darkness appeared in front of me as my conscious slowly drifted away. A pair of hypnotising eyes was the last thing I saw.

Sticking to the wall, she keeps her eyes on the ceiling to try and find any hidden security cameras like he had shown her before. Once she decides that it’s all clear, she makes her move; feet discreetly moving her down the hall. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as the nervousness racks her petite frame while her brain is swimming in a swamp of thoughts.

“Oh Willsy, this one was the worst, and I swear to you, there is something plaguing this house. Molly thinks so too. Oh dear God, it looks like there’s fresh blood on my sheets.” She began to sob.

“I told her to get out of her dress and get ready for bed. Now, what is so important?” Maggie looked around the

“So demanding,” he grumbled jokingly, taking her hand in his and leading her out of the stables. “What can I show you first? I’m not sure what kind of impression I’ll make considering you’re a world class traveling princess. You’ve probably seen it all.”