Awaking The Animal #2
(part two of the prologue, the rest of the story to come soon!) Viktoria looked just like me. We had the same dark blonde hair and the same keen, green eyes.
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(part two of the prologue, the rest of the story to come soon!) Viktoria looked just like me. We had the same dark blonde hair and the same keen, green eyes.
"Face it were lost!" said Tiggs in a spiteful tone. The 5 cats set of for the golden purr 4 days ago and got lost in the Sahara desert 45 hours ago.
It had been tough....a sacrifice time and effort but it was over now it was a new beginning and I made sure I was part of it A stupid challenge her father had out her up to , to go into the woods...
(just an extract from the prologue) When you wake up to screaming sirens in the dirty streets, your whole body switches to hyper alert.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping apples falling from trees and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autom leaves.
I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought you enjoyed it. How was I supposed to know... That no means no. The night before, Walking home in a daze. I didn't know what had happened, Was it just another...
Slippery. That was the feeling I couldn’t shake after having spoken to the salesman. I stood there feeling violated, a folder in hand as well as his card, not knowing what to do next.
Chapter 1 A poor village boy called jasper walked beside the white willow tree and felt the velvety pure leaves on it.
---Part 3. Sorry its taken so long... I've been studying for an English exam that I have in two weeks.
They pushed me against the wall and shoved their dirty hands into my pockets, to reveal nothing but a wallet with no credit cards and $10 in it.
I'm coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head. "Handsome lad like you. There must be some special...
I sat bantering to the blue haired man beside me. My every word monitored by the audience. He asks me if I have girlfriend back at home.
(my first story, so please tell me if it's good or not) I don't know why it happened to me, I don't know what I did to deserve this. But, what I do know is that it should never of happened.
I pulled my cotton tunic on, and wrapped my feet tightly in leather...
I lay in the sand, eyes shut. The sun beamed bursts of colour everywhere as little droplets of rain fell on to the sand and my face. Luckily this made my tears camouflaged.
At first it was just a flicker. Bad feeling. Something was not right. She tried to ignore it, and focus on the text she was typing. It didn't work. It gradually got stronger.
He put me in a gloomy small room. I thought I would stay for a very long time there. After a monent I was really bored and hungry. I looked at the clock, watching every second pass.
"Come on then Lily. We're in town now and I can treat you like one of them posh people from that road. " Jake told me linking his arm into mine .
************************************ Today, I will be telling you about the book Hunger Games. It is my favourite book in the world.
So I know life is get hard for some or even for most but imagine when your born already into a household where your dad has beaten your mum to a pulp and she ran to hide for a year fearing he would...
--- Part 2. Again, comment as to whether I should continue, and any criticism is welcomed.--- Autumn stepped out from her hiding place and smoothed down the too-big jacket she wore.
A hunter gestures in agreement to his colleague’s suggestion of coconut water. They are dark bodied; sinewy and strong and flexible like the roots of the tree they attend.
I shake my foot away from the loose grasp of the net and run, run for my life and more. I don't stop until im downtown, lost in the croud they will never find me.
The world had changed; gone were the governments, the law enforcers and the righteous. Only the strong survived. Civilisations were a thing of the past, memories of a more stabilised time.