Once Upon A Time

Charles got a job at the newspaper warehouse, but he wasn’t a good employee. His boss and co-workers believed he was stupid. He would fail to complete even the simplest of tasks. He made barely enough to pay rent, and sometimes it wasn’t even enough for that. When rent wasn’t in on time, his landlord would lock him out. The one reason he chose that job was because he worked right next to Caril’s school, and he could see her as soon as she got out every day.

“I couldn't joke about the person who'd saved me from facing absolute heartbreak at home, who fed my family boxes of sweets,who ran to me worried that I was hurt if I asked for him. A month ago, I had looked at the TV and seen a stiff, distant, boring person-someone I couldn't imagine anyone loving. While he wasn't anything close to the person I did love, he was worthy of having someone to love in his life.”

Sitting in his pale and muted armchair, he twists, turns, and presses the buttons and knobs of his radio, with much determination. Ogden quickly glanced out of the window and was surprised to see rain and what looked like a storm forming. He the took a swift look at the clock on his desk. It was already six in the morning. With a sigh of defeat, once again he has to come to terms that it was another unsuccessful night. He was starting to hobble down the stairs with weary legs, ready to head to bed and sleep through the sunrise and awake at sunset, repeating his usual routine.

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

She flung the bathroom door open and felt her throat tighten at the scene. Her loving boyfriend was laying in the bathtub clearly dead with the water overflowing over the sides of the tub. His eyes were glazed over, looking almost made out of glass, and his skin had started to become discolored. Letting out a guttural scream, she ran to the side of the tub and tried to lift him out. However, she knew it was too late and he was too heavy for her to lift. She sunk to the wet floor with tears falling from her eyes as she turned off

Allie had fallen asleep in the tub of water- she woke with the worst headache she had ever had; her body was withered, her fingers wrinkled like the skin of a prune. She hastily got out of the tub of cold water and dried her body and then slipped

The water erupted. William and Tabitha leaned back against the jets, letting the burst of water massage their lower backs. After a few minutes adjusting to the tub, Tabitha turned to William. “So, what do you think so far?”

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

The cleanest, good smelling, shiney bathroom he had ever been in. The walls were white like pearls, the floor looked like diamonds, and the appliances look like quartz. Overwhelmed with excitement, Rainsford removed all his clothes and hopped into the shower. He had been in the heavenly shower for half an hour, enjoying the water, his cleansing, and most of all: the smell. He hadn’t had any sort of bath since two days before his departure to the island. Only all of this had ended shortly. Rainsford had opened the curtains to the shower and there stood Ivan. He had blood coming from his mouth, and the wound to where the knife was flung into. He had been breathing most hoarse and hard. Rainsford had whispered, “Ivan?!” Knowing what he was here for, he could not go anywhere, seeing that Ivan as blocking the door and the window was too high up for him to jump. Rainsford just sat there, watching Ivan stand there with his knife in hand. Rainsford braced for what was coming. Before Ivan slowly walked to the chateau, he had lost a terrible amount of blood and was bleeding out at an incredibly fast speed. The floors were covered in almost blackened blood.

Ruby placed her small hand on his shoulder then pulled him into a tight embrace. Eventually, Henry released his younger sister and held her at arm’s length, only then did he notice her own tear stained cheeks and trembling shoulders. He grasped her cotton wrap in an unconscious effort of comfort and readjusted it loosely across her shoulders, patting her protectively before dropping his arms to his side. Ruby reached up and pulled the wrap tightly across her chest and, despite the heat, Henry felt a shiver snake down his

She breezed on through ‘Avalon’ and ‘Margie’, unfazed by Cecil as he tried his damnedest to get her to look at him. She would look right through him, a dull glaze settled over her green eyes. Her mother and father had the worst taste when it came to potential suitors — influential men with limited, insipid views. It had taken weeks to convince Cecil to let her sing and have a good night out, and he had the audacity to follow her to make sure her fun was limited.

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your