Never Again

“Let me start at the beginning. Leon made a beautiful Christmas dinner. We had a swiss and spinach quiche, a tomato and mozzarella salad, and a flourless chocolate cake for…never mind. You don’t need the entire menu.” “I want to hear everything.” “It gets a little risqué.” “So? Those are the best parts. Carry on.” “Fine.” Mithian made space on the couch beside her, and Gwen sat close. “We finished cleaning up, then we hung

played reminded me of him. As I listened to “Baby, Hold on to me” by Gerald Levert, I began to envision us looking into each other’s eyes and slowly dancing the night away. I met this wonderful man on social media. Never had I imagined that I would ever fall for someone that I have never met in person. This man is one of a kind. He is handsome, intelligent, loving, and an all-around good guy. No one is perfect but he makes me feel as if I am in a fairytale; I am Cinderella and he is Prince Charming

Selena 's p.o.v I walk into the dainty and simple coffee shop that I always get my morning coffee from. I look around in the shop seeing all the familiar elderly faces. I never bother to say a word to any of them but smile. I just don 't feel the need to socialize at 9 o 'clock am when I 'm an enervated mess. They 're all usually eating their breakfast or reading their daily newspaper anyways. Not so many young people come here but me. It 's either the shop 's unappealing aspect or the coffee isn

“Coffee?" I ask going into the kitchen. "Yes please." Qiana, my roommate, replies. I get the coffee brewing and head back into the living room. I see Qiana at the sofa with her laptop open trying to study. Her hair is in a bun with messy brown strands shoot out from every angle. Her eyes give a gray blue feel, the color of her worn out Disney world sweater. I was about to sit next to her when the brewer beeped. It was alarming, telling me to hurry. Our coffee brewer has two slots which makes it faster

Stopping at his parents graves, the memories once again flooded his mind. Despite the seven summers passed, he could remember hearing the clattering of the front door slamming into the ground as he ran about the manor in search of anything to defend himself. He had grabbed his father’s experimental weapon. He recalled the

Most people plan their future out for themselves, getting the education they need to grow up to do what they love. However, in the novel Never Let Me go by Kazuo Ishiguro, things are uniquely different for the children at Hailsham. The children who attend Hailsham are clones, who have had their entire future planned out for them by society, to donate their vital organs for humans who need them. Even though this may seem like a terrible situation to be born into, the clones do not try to change their

When I looked out of the cave I only saw a bit of snow left. There was mainly this green stuff coming out of the ground, which momma calls grass. I wanted to go outside and play, but we were not allowed to at only five full moons old. What was it like out there? Is the snow cold? So many questions went through my mind, and I wanted answers. I could tell momma was watching me, so I just laid down. "Luna, come and eat, you can look outside tomorrow" father growled softly. I walked over to where the

and he said one time, “I do not like strangers because I do not like people I have never met before.”(Haddon 16) he considers people strangers if he doesn’t know them well enough or if they are not family. When Christopher decided to go with Mrs. Alexander to the park he said, “I was nervous. I did not know Mrs. Alexander. I knew that she was an old lady and that she liked dogs. But she was a stranger. And I never go into the park on my own because it is dangerous and people inject drugs behind the

won’t change your opinion about me. “I promise.” “Ok, well my last name is Hitler and my father is Adolf and as you know he killed millions of Jews I never agreed with what my father did and I still don’t, but my parents had committed suicide and I hate them even more for taking the easy way out.” Gretel’s face fell she was shocked she would never have guessed that he was Adolf Hitler’s son. “ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in

would get in trouble, or when my mother simply wanted to avoid me. This was mostly twelve consecutive hours a day. It was dreadful in there. I was never brought water or food. If I did, mum would make me beg for it. The closet had an eerie feeling to it, I never felt safe, and it was very cold. I heard a voice in that closet when I was there. She never got mad at me unless I was bad, I didn’t often do much, just the typical child play. I still hear her, seven years later, whispering, calling my name