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I started running up the driveway, but the rocks from the gravel were digging into the soles of my uncovered feet. My breathing hastened, and the blood from my feet trailed behind me.
'Nothing suffocates you more the passing of everyday human events, Isolation is the oxygen mask your making your children breath into to survive.' The song blared out of the stereo at full blast.
"I have seen unspeakable things in my life..."Shaking my head I throw the flyer to the ground ignoring it as I head toward the Central Station, there had been rumours ever since I was a young girl...
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.
Jasmine My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
Chapter 6 - I was young; a lost soul. Since mum had fucked off I was sitting at home again by myself mutilating dolls as I always do.
Fear is what rules man and pain is it's right hand; man lives in constant fear of pain, be it physical, emotional, mental or spiritual.
I arrived at Beaumont avenue at around 2am; first on the scene. The rain had just finished its assault and I figured it was ok to remove my hood.
This is a short story I wrote when I was 12. I had to describe someone in great detail so there are lots of adjectives. This is the first section, follow me and the next two will follow soon.