Fiction

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She crept silently along the sides of the wall. you can do it, you can do- she looked down and regretted it. O god. I'm going to die, and no one will know.

One day. Quiet and calm. One word. One name. Forbidded but never said. But this time it was. The day was a cold and windy November day. Typical weather in Waterville, Maine.

I stand in the middle of the room, sound echoing off the high ceilings. People were everywhere. The din is unbearable. I spin in a circle, looking for a place to hide from all the noise. Nowhere. Only open floor and a sea of people.

Tomorrow, I hope…

This is a short story I wrote for English class. I don't have a title yet so I'm open to suggestions on that and on how to improve my story.

Prologue    They didn’t expect it to happen like that. They wondered what life would do to them after. They feared life more than ever. They lived in a world of caution. No one was able to rebuild themselves.

"Look, it's lava!" Emerson exclaims in alarm, pointing with her small hand to the narrow stream ahead, flowing with the bubbling amber liquid, that seems to shimmer more radiantly in the darkness of the cave.

Lewis Capaldi's song “Someone you loved” Is about the feelings of heartbreak. This song starts off slowly just like the ending of a relationship. It is slow like your mind after you lost the one you love.

  A young woman named Mindy had been a slave all her life. She had lived in Maryland with her brother, the only family she had left. She now had a child of her own with her husband who had been sold months ago.

Someone I have reverence for is my mother. I  may not always show it and I might act like a brat to her but she is one of my favorite people in the entire world. She does so much for me and my siblings.

The sound was screaming inside my head, I wake up
mysteriously on the side walk insted of in my room. The 
moon was shinning, the sky was dark, and the house was
surrounded by glittering smoke. I remembered when we