Dance, Monkeys_Boom Goes the Warehouse_Fire's Depths_Every Path Has Its Muddle
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Dance, Monkeys
When Natalie’s eyes open she sees nothing much through darkness but she can feel the panic in the air. She looks left and right, but she can’t make out even the slightest detail.She takes in a breath, intending to call out to the darkness but she’s stopped. A click followed by a sudden flash of brilliant, white light as the room illuminates and is brought into view. She’s in a large room which looks like somebody’s elaborate living room. There are several comfortable couches including the one she’s slumped on, a large television screen mounted on the far wall which is turned off, a bookcase co...
Boom Goes the Warehouse
Death; it’s a strange thing. It can happen at any time and without warning.It’s been only a couple of hours since I’ve gone into hiding. As much as I want to, I can’t reappear into society. Not without my face pasted on every screen, newspaper, and poster there is in the country.They say I’ve done something really bad. Horrific. I shiver at just the thought of what happened. It was chaos, and I was a fitting scapegoat. The TV was turned on, a local news station. I stop in my tracks when I see my parents at the podium, holding each other in tears.“Please, Faye. Turn yourself in. Don’t drag this...
Fire's Depths
Trigger warning!! abuse *** * *“You are no daughter of mine.” She remembered the cold, calculating look her mother had given her before saying those words. She remembered crying, pleading in the dark room, begging to be let out. Banging on the door, screaming for someone, anyone to come save her; the worn carpet beneath her fingers felt icy cold against her warm hands. She remembered the dark closet she had grown used to over the years. It was an average closet; a beautiful, sleek mahogany wood with a silver shine and a knob that her mother loved too much. The cold breeze biting at her face, d...
Every Path Has Its Muddle
It’s 9:15 a.m and I already feel debilitated. I just arrived at school, mind adrift, body unsteady, trying so hard to make out what my classmates are saying but I just want to go home. 42 hours without sleep isn’t exactly what I’d signed for. I’ve been questioning my decisions these past few months. “Anxiety is taking over me. Did you see the professor's face? She’s undeniably unimpressed.” One of them uttered.It was the first thing I was able to make out from all the murmurs lingering in the background. My chalky pallor was unavoidable but others looked as faint as I did. Now, despite looking...