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Mama grabbed Sarah in her arms and ran out of the room. The look on her face scared me. I pulled the covers up over my

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

You never actually said your name out loud to anyone, and I'm not entirely sure how I managed to find it out in the first place. I'm sure it was through the whisper chains you hear every so often in this cafe. You have a soft voice you know, it's barely audible when you say things, it's not quite what I'd call gruff or gritty, it just has this sort of toughness. It's as though you've steadily built up a defence mechanism in your voice so people don't ask you things you'd rather not answer.

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

Daniel's bemused expression said more than words. His eyes swept across the room, and his brows furrowed slightly. The dark gray walls were painted bright yellow. Baby animal decals replaced the Amsterdam posters.

“Why, so she can go on and on about how long we haven’t seen each other?”

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

Bennett Miller was not calm.  He was, in fact, further from calm than he had been since he grew out of his tantrum-throwing phase as a toddler, and it was the most he could do to stop the sobs from escaping his throat; he could feel the tears silently streaming down his cheeks.  He furiously wiped the tears away and straightened his blue bowtie, but wished he had chosen clothes that were less conspicuous.  He didn’t want to be noticed today.  For the first time in months he regretted coming out of the closet.

A few days after Christmas in 2013, my mom told me to go downstairs because she needed to talk to me, I was worried at first because I didn’t know what she was going to say. I sat on her bed, anxious to know what she was going to tell me.

My dad finally stopped talking and we purchased the jet skis. We jumped on the jet ski. My sister drove first then after she was done it would be my turn.We took off and I could feel the cold water hit my skin like snow falling from the sky. I was so excited, it was almost my turn. Finally it was my turn to drive. I hopped in the front and I took off. The minute i took off we fell off. My dad allowed me to have a

The bus creaking to a stop makes me cringe. Not only does the sound hit that spot in my neck just right, but it also forces me back to reality. Back to what’s about to happen.

I wake up, I feel around for my glasses. Aha, there they are! I wrap my fingers around them before bringing them towards my head. I use my old brittle fingers to fold out the legs before sliding the legs through my hair to tuck behind my ear, and the frames up my nose. I sit up in bed, feeling for the clock, I press the worn down button. “7:58 a.m. on May 2nd. Real feel is 68 degrees” says the clock. I sigh, today it has been six years since they left.

The skirt didn’t fit Alice anymore. She was perplexed as sweat gathered like soft kisses on her upper lip. Not this skirt. Not now. Her double chins pressed against each other as she looked down, over her swollen belly, trying to see the elastic waistband she was attempting to pull up. The baby in her belly gave a solid wap to the lower part of her stomach where the waistband was tightly pushing into it.

Our black car screeched loudly as we pulled into the dark alleyway of Sydney. I grabbed the cold door handle of the car and climbed out the smell of garbage erupted through my nose. The car boot creaked as I opened it and grabbed multiple coloured pillows and blankets. ”Bryony” I could hear my brother Kaiden shouting from inside the car ”Have you got the blankets yet?” “YES!!” I answered uproariously as I got back in the car and slammed the door shut.