But my heart cried out_True Freedom_Part one_Introducing Misty Spirit
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But my heart cried out
I have never been to California. My mother had always told me about it, bedtime stories filled with tales of sunshine that could peel the skin right off your back, boys with eyes bluer than the ocean, men with wallets filled with crisp dollar notes that smelled of the press they had just come off of. She was invariably drunk when she tucked me in and climbed in next to me, the alcohol escaping her pores like multiple slow punctures in a tyre. I would be trapped in the small space between her too hot body and the cool wall while she slurred into the night, eventually falling asleep with her h...
True Freedom
Eli woke from his restless sleep. He quickly grabbed his things for school and made for his window. He throws one end of his rope out of his window. After affirmation that he had everything for the day he took the rope into one hand. He puts his backpack on properly and proceeds to climb down the rope. When he gets to the bottom he hides the rope with the vines growing on the side of the house. He looks back at his window, then takes off for his safe haven.Eli never needed to use his window as an escape when he was younger. It was the best kind of environment for a kid to grow up. Two loving p...
Part one
“What’s happening?” “I think we’ve been hit.”“By what?!” “Lightning.”The plane is falling through the sky split in half by a blast of electricity. It hurtles down, ripping the clouds into pieces. Earlier that morning...Her pillowcase is wet again. She groans and gets out of bed hoping her mom won’t be too upset. It’s her third time this week. It must be all this rain, she thinks, it’s making her go crazy. She gets dressed and makes her way downstairs. Breakfast is on the table and her younger brother Leo is already eating. “Gwen, the school called, they asked that bring your suit today.” Her...
Introducing Misty Spirit
A swirling mist skimmed the outskirts of the growing mob. Sensations of fear, rage and pain rioted above the escalating voices. A shadow hovered among the multitude of faces, descending to transform the erupting emotions into something less. Fear, rage, and pain mutated as a gentle breeze dispersed tolerance, understanding and compassion into the small crowd, lingering over each precious face.“It’s too strong,” a pained voice whispered. Fire light glinted on toppled statues as flames licked hungrily at the few buildings left in its path. Sulphur and smoke filled the air. Dark liquid drip...