She Believed in All or Nothing

Morning brought the peace of a warm sunny day to the small town of Tributary; such a contrast to the violent events of the day before, still there was a sense of mourning in the air. The town folk spent much of the day recovering lost property. Everyone felt fortunate to have found their missing belongings. Everyone except Corvida Bratleigh! Rather than being thankful her playhouse was undamaged by the tornado, Corvida was angry that her playhouse was in Nikki Fernandez’s garden! The playhouse was hers, not Nikki’s and she was going to make sure that Nikki did not step one foot in her lovely little house.

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

Rebecca left home at around 6:45 a.m., on Monday morning. No one in her family noticed her leaving home without her school supplies because other things around the house garnered their attention. As the sibling of six sisters and three brothers, Rebecca’s family was often preoccupied. Rebecca should have been headed to Lawton Chiles Middle Academy but instead went to an abandoned industrial location where she climbed

Loss can change a person’s life and alter the daily routines of individuals and families. Humans are very social creatures and rely on each other for support, and suddenly losing a loved one can disrupt the wholesome state of an individual. In the passage, Charna Posin goes through a year of cutting herself away from others as she dealt with the pain of the death of her husband. This vulnerability comes from the loss of strength that her husband probably gave her. Her love for him can be seen by how much the loss has affected her through her emotional sorrow, grief, and isolation. She had a sort of emptiness as she conveyed how she did not feel loved or understood by those around her.

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

It was the day. The day of October 11th. It was foggy and cool with a fresh breeze and only the scent of fresh cut grass. The people of Gate 15 had began to gather around the community center’s stage near the houses and the only shopping center in the community.

In the gloomy nights of Vale, everything was silent. The shattered and irregular moon was high in the air and looked over the vast city, and was currently observing over a new soul who entered its brilliant gaze.

When she looked back of course. In the moment, it was merely an oddity- it almost never rained in Los Angeles. Most often, it was quite dry. But on that chilly Thanksgiving morning, storm clouds rose high into the sky as if they were creating a barrier between Earth and Heaven. However, Anne would soon find that comparison to be incorrect. For on that special day of blessings and gratitude, Anne Emerson’s parents would be murdered. By whom, she would never find out. Extremely close to both her mother and her father, she went through a state of shock for almost a month, in which she would not talk and she was oblivious to the events occurring around her. So she barely recalled the strange manner in which she was put into the orphanage two towns over. Anne did have many uncles, aunts, and grandparents. Nevertheless, she was bizarrely placed in a crumbling and run-down residence alongside children who had nowhere else to

I hold all of her. I hold all of her memories, all of her aspirations, all of her secrets. I even hold what’s left of her physical being. I hold her remains, the remains of her deteriorating body, the remains of her withering memory, the remains of her. You see, she lives in me. She died in me. The rest of her life, will be spent inside of me with nothing to do but look back at her life and wonder. I often felt her wondering, not about herself, but those who surrounded her. She wondered about her kooky grandmother; how she went to the store everyday on her birthday and bought herself flowers, because she was her own person and would be damned if told otherwise. She thought about her father; how he was both a pessimist and naive all

it seemed like years since she'd heard that voice. "Where is she?" He'd said, his voice strong with anger. His voice. How she wanted to call out to him, to tell him she was there. Lilly began to speak in her calm calculating tone, but Elena tried to shut her out. The school had looked much the same outside, Elena thought, trying to figure out an aproxcimate timeestimate to how long she may had been asleep. Her heart sank, Bonnie must not had lived a ling full life, surely there would be some dramtic change if it'd veem longer than twenty years. Elena's thoughts were brought urruptly to a stop when she heard a voice she'd hadn't expected to hear say. "Deal." Bonnie? Bonnie?! Elena's eyes flew open, she started to thrust around in Mary Louise' arms to break free, knowing the attempt was a lost cause, Bonnie was alive..."Your children won't be harmed. Just give us Elena back...." Bonnie's words were lost as Elena did her best to scream, though her mouth was covered, causing Mary Louise to move her hand to Elena's throat. Her hand wrapped tightly around Elena's throat and she held her up against the wall. "Shut up." She hissed under her

An immense pressure bore on her confused mind, feeling like a lost soul in the depths of hell. Her vision swam into focus as her eye adjusted to the dim light, coming from some crack in the wall, but only for a minute, before it dwindled like a dying star, brining darkness once more. The world around her was like a distorted night sky, gyrating across rippling oceans waves, lit by the moon.

It was irrational, and selfish for her to feel the muted emptiness she did. Surrounded by new cats, a completely new family, with plentiful food and astounding powers- yet here she sat, with a hushed piece within her. It whispered, bringing longing for what she had known and for whom she had known. The constant movement, messy and rushed was still comforting all the same. The feeling was as light as a down feather, but it just kept falling, tugging, pulling.

Dark stormy clouds threatened the night sky as she snuck through the lit city. Meredith would not miss her, as she was asleep. Nothing but pure stubbornness drove Sarah into the biting windy storm. Pelting relentlessly, snow clouded her vision relentlessly as the blizzard began. Fear crept into her little heart as she realized she really was alone. Darkness surrounded her, no friend appeared in the snowy surroundings.

It was Saturday, April 22nd, when Danny McArthur and his friend Brandon’s lives would change forever. Or so they thought. Brandon had come over to Danny’s house the previous day. It was a normal day and they had a good time like usual. They went to bed at around midnight in Danny’s room, and before they knew it their lives would be completely different.

The darkness was closing in once again, eclipsing her ability to concentrate which in turn kept her from being fully productive. Claustrophobia and a feeling of impending dread were engaged in an escalating internal battle, which was quickly choking the life out of her. Years of therapy and introspection had taught her that those cues along with her increased social isolation, anxiety, and episodic insomnia were an indication that her subconscious mind was once again working through some shit. It was an ugly process that needed to run its course.