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“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

Inside the ambulance, Roy was relieved to find John’s vitals were unchanged when he rechecked them. Although he had hoped they would improve with the IV, at least they weren't getting much worse.

It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i

I stared blankly at the wall ahead of me. Noise in the background became an almost hypnotising buzzing, like that of a bee in my ear. Slowly my vision became blurry, colors clumping together and mixing. As the shapes around me became one, so did my thoughts. Thousands of pointless questions and statements clustering together into one, but a bark of laughter knocked me out of my trance.

Abbey Bominable rubbed her eyes, stretching as the warm sunlight washed over her through the apartment window. As she brushed some wisps of hair from her face, she noticed Heath whispering something very quietly. Brow furrowing, she sat up, seeing that Heath had brought their baby boy into bed with them. Heath was trying to get Icer to smile, something the little baby had recently started doing. However, Icer just stared at his father curiously and tried to stick his fingers into his mouth. Abbey smiled, stroking Icer's head lovingly.

Kathryn, my enchantress, oh how rereading through our messages brings nostalgia to all of our preceding periods of excruciatingly voluptuous intercourse, or, rather, as close as we can get for now. Each word you spout is so delicately plucked from my cravings it's astounding we aren't the same person, you're adept at manipulating my mood at your inclination. Leaving me aroused at a moments notice, or illumination the dingiest of evenings with your sentiment pampering my each and every concern, fear, and worry. I have far surpassed the point of being merely fortunate for what I have, there isn't enough wailing I could do in order to display my gratification for you. There's not a moment that passes that lacks mention of you, whether it's be

I must have drifted into a restless slumber at some point during the night because I was awoken by Isaiah shaking me. The sun was out and birds were chirping. It was peaceful. One could almost relax. I sat up off of the hard ground. After having fought over who would sleep on the bedroll, he wanting me to and I, vice versa, neither one of us slept on it. I didn’t have nearly enough provisions to last both of us. I pulled out a piece of meat and some bread and handed it to him. He took it gratefully. I found that I did not have any appetite.

It was just a regular November night. I was about halfway through 4th grade and was enjoying it. I was playing in our basement at the time. I didn’t notice that there was a partially big mess in the basement. Then all of a sudden, I heard the inviting voice of my mother yelling,” Time for dinner.”So my little 9 year old brain thought Oh boy, dinner. So I ran to the stairs, still not noticing the mess. Tripped over a chair, then fell up the stairs…… and broke my wrist.

The cool, crisp, night air trickles down the back of my throat. As I hide under the small pillow and plump acacia bush, hoping to go unseen. I’m feeling all too confident. Looking through the leaves, I relive the night my hiding skill set was put to the ultimate test. Three, two, one ready or not here I come ….

“Thank you John. I appreciate you coming in early so we could finally talk.” Collin said as he walked around his desk and peeked out the window to see if it was thunder he heard.

July 2nd. Leaving the house in the early morning with the sun barely shining as it is coming out from its hiding place behind the trees, my mother, Magvern (my brother), and I were taken to LA Greyhound station. Walking inside with our luggages tailing behind us, we see families clustering around the ticket and information desk. With our already printed tickets in hand, we walk toward the baggage check before entering the waiting station for the bus. As we wait for our departure, my brother took out his phone and my mom starts to crochet while I am left to my demise. Out of boredom, I start to text my cousins; however, no was awake yet. Staring at the blank screen it felt like hours were passing by. Finally, I saw an icon flashing, Lily was on! The moment did not last

“Come with me ladies, you can make your way to the Blue Room, and Trey, our tattoo man will be right with you.”

You stared at the solitary suitcase in front of you and sighed. Traveling across the country meant leaving most of your belongings behind, so you were left with your old, ratty suitcase and a backpack crammed with all you could fit. You were currently sitting under the shelter of the bus stop, staring at the sky with your hand on the umbrella in your backpack. The sky was getting dark, and it looked like rain was fast approaching. All you could do was hope that you would be on the bus and on your way before it began. You were traveling to find a better place to live and work. Although you’d had the idea for almost a year, you made the final decision only a few months ago, meaning that a relatively small amount of thought was put into where

“You’re going to be just fine, don’t worry. I made sure you had the best doctor,” she rambled.