Sybil's Monologue

He was wincing in so much pain, it was unbearable to watch. The girl…she was panicking so hard…she was shaking as she tore a piece of clothing and put it on the

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.

Hello, please have a seat if you don’t mind I would like to share a story with you; I believe you will find hilarious. As a gift and by mending a shattered etiquette sustaining a frown mellow of welcoming Princess House, where a dark shadow lingered on its tail end into my home. The sound of snarled apology echoed from fascia throughout surrounding halls. An inability to the understanding of the Jezebel that few are a constant victim of, and tangled in the undertow of self-imagined vision of happiness to never-ending bid you ado's. Sometimes silly words cause the wrong impression hints: I love you or is it I love you just for the moment? Love halts to promiscuity and the bat eyes that follow. Familiar sights lock two chambers behind ivory bars;

This thinks about Melinda's trouble. She is separated from everyone else, segregated. She doesn't have anybody to converse with, to speak with, to communicate with and disclose to her profound and complex sentiments to. This prompts the developed of sentiments which will influence her a calm, to bashful, troubled individual. This will devastate her and convey her to pieces since she will continue everything in and will never be able to express her thoughts, sentiments, musings, and emotions.

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

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.

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.

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.

‘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.

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.

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.