He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Advertisements
“Are you sure this train will take us to the North Pole?” Reggie shouted with his head stuck out the window.
“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” His colleague asks.
I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.”
Genre: Dystopian The alarms shrieked the second I walked into the library followed by flashing red lights.
“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
Dear Diary, Strange things had happened since I last written. I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people. Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter. Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop…
“I am going to my shack!” Johnny announces.
As she sees the coffee pots and cups on the table, she takes a step forward only to take a step back the next moment.
“I cannot believe this place is still here. I came here all the time when I was a kid.” Sara gasps as she and her husband walks into the umbrella-theme restaurant.
Palms-flat pressing on the tabletop, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, teeth clenching, she glanced up at the full-moon.
“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl.
Dressed in black, she walked alongside the river. Beside her were her brothers, both in black suits and solemn expressions.
She takes in the scene before her before crossing the room to yank the dusty curtains wide open.
I have never liked these planters. Are these flowers? Are these grass? Nope,
Based on a true story…
Something is drawing me back, I’m sure of it. When I was seventeen, I couldn’t wait
I burst into the backyard at the sound of a blood-curdling scream. There my mom was, standing frozen.
“I hate you.” He muttered as he limped down the street.
Her words kept replaying over and over in his head, “I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore.”
Spinning around, she searched for him. We haven’t seen each other since the ninth-grade, will he recognize me? She wondered, gripping tightly to the note in her hand. He was her first crush, first love, but they were broken up when her parents moved her across the country and since then, she’s been searching for…