Scream

"When we get home I'm going to the bathroom," I said " you guys don’t go anywhere." "Ok, Mom." Tommy and Tristen both answered me, Savannah just grunted because she was non-verbal due to her severe autism. When we pulled into the gravel driveway of our blue suburban home. It had a brown door with a red wreath and a pond in the back. I rushed to the bathroom, and 10 seconds later I hear the door the door alarm go off! "Ding! Ding! Ding!" "Tommy, Tristen, Savannah?!?" I called but no one…

She wants him to fill her up, giving her the child she always wanted. But another part scream out, that it's immorally wrong. "Jamie, it's not a good idea to impregnate your mother for no reason." Jamie is smiling at her. She can feel his stiffing pole ready to release it potent seeds. "Ugh baby, your cock feel so good in mommy pussy. You can fill me up!" Confusion swept her mind. "Oh god, this is bad." She scream. "I don't know anymore…

sounded from somewhere close. The sound was creepy enough to frighten poor Seth half to death. We clung to each other like strips of Velcro, and for an unbearably tense moment, I heard only the croaking of frogs. It was followed by another hoarse scream. Still sudden, desperate, and scary but slightly muffled this time. “Madison. Come…

3 YEARS PREVIOUS Patches of grey light twinkled in through the dusty blinds. Dark blue, sheer curtains lazily swept over them. Papers upon papers lay littered around the room. They lied on the unmade bed, the unvacuumed floor, and the little desk next to the door. They were under piles of unwashed clothes and stuck in-between text-books from the local college. None of the papers were blank, but scattered with tatters of poetry. Each writing was on a receipt, a menu, a corner of a paper, a gum…

Introduction: Welcome listeners to this Episode of Literature Round Table in our Open Learning Podcast Series. Today, we are going on a journey into the magnificent world of poetry and I am your host David Sea, a student from Indooroopilly State High School. Poetry to me is unique. It does not need a plethora of explanation, just a powerful message, image and meaning of the sweetness or the bitterness experiences from the bottom of the poet’s heart to tell the story. However, different poets…

I (Maincharacter) start to feel filthy, i haven 't showered in days and my hair is scratchy. I smell horrible. I walk up to the kidnappers. "Is there any place I could take a shower?" I ask without sounding polite. "Not unless you wanna take a swim." He says as he starts laughing. The rest of them join in. I walk away as I flip them the bird. the younger male kidnapper walks up to me once we 're out of everyone 's sight. He tells me where the shower is. So I guess thoughs jackasses really do…

Simon Bolivar’s last words were, “How will I ever escape this labyrinth?” What ‘labyrinth’ was Bolivar talking about? Life? Death? No, I believe that the labyrinth is suffering. In John Green’s novel, Looking for Alaska, Miles Halter lived a mundane life in his Florida home, but one day he decides to go in search for the ‘great perhaps’ in Culver Creek. At Culver Creek, Miles expects that he’ll have the time of his life, however, Miles and his gang end up learning more about their lives and how…

If the toy screams, then there is too much reinforcement and can cause sadistic behavior for the opposite reason as before. Similarly, American soldiers should not receive too much reinforcement by the media and photos. Nelson argues that the government should confront…

crowd’s, “You are no father to me, for I answer to one and one only, you have been made vulnerable to him and he will have you.” She then proceeded to slowly shove her tiny clawed fingers right through his Scarlet Letter, smiling at the fallen minister screams of pain. When she reached the heart and the light faded from his eyes, she turned to her mother and gave her the little impish smile she always embraced, and jumped out the…

We walk in the cold, windy snow all day long, then huddle together when we go to sleep. The next morning, we are walking, when I see a familiar face. “Will! Will!” I scream with all of my might, running towards him. He picks me up and runs toward Mom and Winter. “I told you I’d see you again girl.” He whispers in Winters ear. “Why are you guys here and not at home?” He asks. “We can’t stay at home anymore, they wanted…