2005 singles

It’s not Collet, my girlfriend. The voice is too deep. “What do you mean she won’t wake up? Please, please save my little girl.” It’s my mum. The despair in her voice is heart breaking, more heart breaking than discovering I’m dying. I don’t feel like I’m dying. I’m not in any pain. Is this what dying’s like? I want nothing more than to reach out to my mum, to tell her I’m still here and that I love her, but I’m still in this dark void. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I won’t survive this. Why…

Waking up early in the morning, and then coming to absolute torture! School It’s just hard, and boring! But currently I’m in maths, why does it have to be so hard and boring? Why does Mr. Holland have to give us a test every week? When will we even need to know algebra? Can’t he just stop giving lectures and move on, like hey, we are in 7th grade not college! We are in middle school not COLLEGE! He makes me want to fall asleep… “Hey Alex, wake up it’s time for lunch!” Louis says, he’s the boy…

The dogs grew frantic; low, slowly rising growls coming from them. They were waiting for dinner. They lunged at my legs. Their teeth ripped at the dress. My screams only fueled them and heighten their anticipation I knew it, but I couldn’t shut my mouth. I had never been so afraid. Teeth caught my skin and tore. I felt one of the dog’s teeth go deep into my Achilles tendon. Puncturing. It was the one spot I hated shaving because thoughts of cuts made there by the razor always made my skin…

Why me? why was I as vulnerable as a rose in the midst of adolescent school girls? I lay there on the scorching ground fueled by the Qatar sun. Infiltrated by the eyes of my closest Friends, or so I thought they were. Inches away from my coffin I ponder what has made me so alluring to abuse, my bloody bruised frame resembling that of a cadaver. Unpolluted at the age of thirteen, I prayed this torture wouldn't exacerbate. The habitual shriek of the whistle, followed by a crisp entry into the…

I glance over my shoulder, feet harshly striking the concrete like a drum. I clutch the purse with the contraband close to my chest; my face tilted down to obscure the undeniable guilt scribbles across my face. I swerve through the throng of people, praying that my uncanny ability to go unnoticed in a crowd does not abandon me at this crucial moment. "Excuse me, miss." A deep voice echoes off the concrete walls. I whirl around and see an officer with his arms crossed standing in an alleyway. My…

I refused to say a word to Polo as we walked down the hall again with him slightly in the lead this time. Once we got to the waiting area, which was just some chairs lined up against a wall, I just plopped down in a chair. I groaned as I ran my rans over my face. “You have some ball if can stand up to Brackish like that,” Polo commented setting with one chair between us. “I just want one of the last living pures to be free, is that too much to ask for,” I said to him but mostly to myself. “What…

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distracted by her phone, mika was startled by someone putting their hand on her shoulder. quickly turning around, she grinned at the sight of her manager, faye. "hey !" the young actress said cheerfully. the older woman laughed. "hey, how are you feeling ?" she asked, gently squeezing mika's shoulder. before she could answer, her phone rang. "sorry mike, i have to take this. good luck, i'll see you later tonight." faye said, holding her phone to her ear with one hand, the other held out to mika…

Football is only thing I’m good at. I’m pretty sure you are good at other areas too like academics since you are Asian. Asians are good at everything, literally EVERYTHING. I don’t understand why you are playing football and trying to be perfect in every single area.” Without giving a time for SunWoo to reply, Jack…

I had decided that being stabbed in the heart wasn’t as painful as I’d imagined. I tensed up, my hands wrapping around the hilt of the blade now embedded in my chest. The thief was still standing there, gripping my bag tight and shaking like a leaf. He looked young - a little older than me, maybe. He looked scared. Was this his first time killing someone? Probably. I couldn’t make out his features very well in the shadows of the dark alley, which was a bit disappointing. Why did I even care…