Today was a day of finding out that my two Cs had risen up to an A and a B. A day of wanting (SPOILER ALERT!) onion rings and mashed potatoes. And a day of stomach aches. Plus a day of emotion and wanting to sleep forever. A day of remebering Saturday's shopping trip(I got 2 amazingly cute fancy dress tops and other stuff). A day of staring and talking and laughing and a million other things. A day of coming up with a FANTASTIC comparison between dogs and the Red Death, and cats and Prince Prospero. From Edgar Allan Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death." A perfect idea for an article.
He jumped off the orange bike and threw it aside in a rush. Huffing with all his earthly might he crashed past Audrey and plowed through the group of people that had congregated before the scene of the accident. An accident that he helped to create. The blood, the screams, the horrid destruction was vivid before his eyes. The bloodred body of the girl who may never move again. The orange bike stained with crimson that was the major evidence of his guilt. His eyes refused to let the horrendous flashback stop playing over and over again. The screeching of the tires and the piercing shriek of terror. The worlds of so many people being destroyed, all so quickly, so suddenly, so unexpectedly and abruptly. Without a second's thought. Lives being lost. Lives being taken away so casually and quickly, as though they were only a borrowed pencil. A pencil taken away from a young school girl, never to be returned. Stolen. Stolen lives, stolen thoughts, stolen actions. All gone forever from those who needed them most. Gone, never to return.
Sorry about that. Inspiration struck so I just wrote. Not the article I was talking about, by the way.
Thanks for reading.
