Sybil's Monologue

Once again, Tess is lying in bed being a spoilt brat! Acting like what she is going through is the worst thing in the world, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore, what happened to Fin was just ‘life’, and Daniel has no blame in it. Brendan, Mum and especially Joe think that because Tess and I are sisters, I should be the one to say something, to help her … but what am I supposed to say, that everything is ok, that nobody blames her or Daniel, what happened that night was just a terrible freak ‘accident’. It’s all rubbish, I hate Daniel! My own nephew, for what he did, and of course I blame him, he took my son away from me. As for Tess, she should have done something before his anger problems hurt innocent people. Maybe if she had Fin wouldn’t

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

Still I saw Marian's gaze as she seized fighting. Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks as her eye locked to mine. They were empty, the spirit in her quenched but worst of all she looked at me understanding why.

‘They hurt me. So I hurt them’ I said, emotionless, letting my feelings run out like a tap. My head was clear, dangerous. Objects became distorted. Clarice’s face became white. Her heart was a gunshot, piercing my ears with bullets. She waved her arms about and shook her head as if she was trying to will out the memories, the words, the actions.

If only I knew how much those words would mean to me now. My eyes shot open in fear, the unknown surroundings swallowing me whole. My throat closed up, the rawness rubbing along with air ways, clawing at my neck. I couldn't breathe, as I rolled over to my chest, coughing up the remains of dryness within my throat.

There was a burning sensation going down her cheeks, they wouldn't stop. And no matter how hard she tried to hold it back she just ended up sobbing harder, taking large stuttering breaths every second. She could barely see, the tears clouded her eyes and she felt oh-so weak.

Hi the name's Sheba, I’m a shy yet affectionate little gal. I haven't had a whole lot of human interaction in my life, so as a result I'm very timid and shy around new people. However since being here at Caring hands I am growing more used to people, and tend to warm up people a little faster now. When you come in to see me you might not be able to find me, because I love climbing in the bottom cabinet where I can relax in peace. Though when you open the cabinet, I'll more then gladly come out to see you. I like to be petted and even held for short periods of time, though when you are petting me make sure you move slowly towards me because fast movements sometimes frighten me. I was an indoor cat in my past, and would like to remain an indoor

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

His breath, sour from too much ale, made her eyes water. As his grip tightened, panic set in; he was going to kill her. So she submitted.

As the blood was dripping from Katherine neck I felt an oozing pain in my body. Looked over at Jacob, he smiled. My first drink of the year and I already felt guilt for what I had done. I didn’t like the new me, I didn’t like the way it made me feel. All my emotions were spinning in my head and my body I just can`t handle the

Now standing over him, Ava peered down at her father’s swarthy face and his bushy eyebrows filled with pity. Like the beak of a crane, his nose was long and thin and his lips, almost too full. Dark circles beneath his lower eyelids and the sallow tone to his skin from all of his hard work, was taking its toll on him.

Her body was soaked in crimson, like the deep, red petals of an autumn rose. However, her face had, instead of the pale mask shaped and twisted with fear, her face was calm. Her mouth was closed in a slight smirk and her eyes were closed in peace. Not even a wrinkle on her face could even indicate that she ever would have felt even a trace of the terror i knew she had felt in her moment of

Now standing over him, Ava peered down at her father’s swarthy face and his bushy eyebrows filled with pity. Like the beak of a crane, his nose was long and thin and his lips, almost too full. Dark circles beneath his lower eyelids and the sallow tone to his skin from all of his hard work, was taking its toll on him.

There was no room full of witnesses-- already I saw them as collateral damage in my head. The mystery of her thoughts was the last thing on my mind. Her thoughts meant absolutely nothing, for she would not continue thinking them much longer. I hadn’t ever imagined such a scent could exist. If I’d known it did, I would have gone searching for it long ago. I would have combed the planet for her. I could imagine the taste… Thirst burned through my throat like fire. My mouth was utterly baked and desiccated. The fresh flow of venom did nothing to dispel that sensation. My stomach violently twisted with the hunger that was an echo of the thirst for blood. My muscles ironically full of life, coiled to spring. Not a full second passed. She

She was blubbering something incoherent. My sympathy was at its limit, just as it had been for the other children slated for extermination. The girl’s sobs echoed throughout the room, and I anticipated the approach of a guard who placed a firm hand on the girl’s shoulder, just as he had done to the other children.