“Come on . . . come on!” I yell, flicking switches, pulling on the control stick, but nothing is working. I’m spiraling out of control, going down, down, down.
“Defense system failing. Prepare for uncoordinated landing on Planet: Unknown.” The spaceship says. “No! No, no, no!” I exclaim, but that doesn’t help when I land roughly on a planet.
“Eughh,” I groan, aching all over. Thankfully I...
Once upon a time, a girl recieved an invitation. She, of course, was thrilled. It was not your regular invitation, nor anything of the sort. This was an invatation to a ball. A ball that would not end until the prince, as princes do, finds his bride.
This girls name, was Twyla. And Twyla knew, oh she knew, she would be his bride. She was absolutely positive.
“Get away!” I scream, while sobbing, over and over and over again. “I know you’re not real!” The monster doesn’t leave. It stays, because it is red hate, and black despair, and everything about myself I want gone.
I lower myself the the floor, banging on the ground. “Get out of my head!” I say to it, while it stands there above me, all high and mighty.
Eva sauntered across the room like she owned it. Of course, she didn’t, not really, but she could if she wanted to.
Every man wanted to be with her. Every woman wanted to be her. Her dress was of the deepest red velvet, and it had a scandalously low cut “sweetheart” neckline, although she was anything but. Black lace was on every edge, and on her sleeves, black pearls were intricately embroid...
“Oh god, I’ve got to go, come on Layla!” I say to myself. If I don’t get to school now, I’ll be completely late, and probably get an F on my presentation. Mrs. Bell hates me like that.
I’m in the middle of zooming forward when I run into someone. God, what kind of jerk just cuts into my path like that? I try my best to avoid him and walk forward, but he keeps blocking my path. “Can you move?”...
Her mother gives her one last hug right before she leaves. “Do you have everything? Your phone? Charger? Did you pack extra underwear?”
She chuckled lightly. “Yes, mom, I swear I’ve got everything.” Her mom shakes her head a little. “Well I just want you to be prepared! Promise to call me when you land?” Her mother asks.
“Yes, mom. I’ll call you everyday.” She checks the screen by the b...
“Bye bye,” the child said, as she put down the last little teddy bear. She hugged forcefully, as this will be the last time. She gently layed it in the old cardboard blx that read “Donations” in her mother’s neat handwriting.
A small tear runs down her cheek while she swallows the lump in her throat as she wills herself not to cry. “You’re eight now, you don’t need stuffies anymore” she tells...