House FireI sat up in bed, knowing instantly that something was wrong. I fumbled in the dark for my bedside lamp and switched it on, shielding my eyes from the harsh glare. When my eyes finally adjusted, I scanned the room, unsure of what I was looking for. Everything looked normal, at least: yesterday's clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, schoolbooks strewn messily on my desk, my calendar open on March the third – two months earlier. But I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong…House Fire by ~AmyIsAWriter
Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I rested my elbows on my knees and buried my head in my hands. That's when I felt it. The floor under my b
The ExecutionThe glass fell away and it took me a moment to register that I was falling. To my mind, I wasn't falling fast, although I must have been, considering the force with which I hit the ground. Time seemed to slow. Someone was screaming. I looked around to tell them to be quiet, that it wasn't helping that- oh. I realized that the pathetically desperate screams were from me. But try as I might, I couldn't stop.The Execution by ~AmyIsAWriter
The water was rushing up to meet me, fast and cold. Jagged rocks pierced the shining surface, so still that it looked almost like a mirror. But I knew better what was beneath the surface and what was going to end my life. Not the impact.