Britney

“You’re not Britney!”
“No, my name is Cassandra. I work for the same magazine as Britney and I came to tell you to stay away from her. That girl is in enough trouble now and she certainly doesn’t need you to give her any more.”
I stared at this new girl with significant interest. She was tall, dyed her hair and looked as though she ate about one meal every two months. Yep she definitely worked with Britney. New Ideal fashion magazine where Britney worked was famous for its extremely thin models. This was the problem with being a reporter. You had to deal with some weird and messed up people.
I had asked Britney to meet me here because I thought she could help me and I could help her. But according to this new girl, I was doing neither of the above. I opened my mouth to tell this intruder to go away, but somehow I felt that there would be better routes to getting what I wanted.
“Alright. What happens if I do leave her alone? If I never see her again?”
“Well Miss uh…”
“Pearce. Miss Angela Pearce.”
“Well Miss Pearce if you never see her again she will probably live a lot longer and you will probably keep all of your limbs.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, Miss Pearce. Threatening isn’t my job. I’m just relaying a message.”
“A message? From who?”
But Cassandra had already disappeared out the restaurant door.

Chaos

The chaos began from a small place inside. My heart sped up and liquorice- black spots appeared around the corners of my vision. My knees got weak and the ground came up to give me a kiss. The world went black for a moment. When colors came back to my eyes, I couldn’t manage to lift my head. When I finally pulled away, cherry blood streamed down my face. There was no pain. I was beyond feeling. The sugary white of my fingers was smeared from where I had touched my face. My strawberry- red nails were broken and jagged. I licked my lips. One was split. I tasted blood: it seemed to taste sour. The prized sweetness of my lips was gone. I was nothing. My perfectly constructed shape had become marred and my hair, which had been the rich color of caramel had tangled and bits of it had fallen off. I couldn’t move. My eyes traveled around the store. No body in sight. How long would it take for them to find me? How long must I lie here? The familiar smell of baking sugar reached my nose. I tried to wiggle my toes. Nothing. I couldn’t even feel my toes. Slowly. I turned to look at the disaster that had once been my pretty legs. They lay two feet from my body, broken off in my fall from the candy store counter where I had been on display.

Mrs. Harrison

Screech! The red car stopped suddenly and its occupants were thrown forward. The shock of the crash lingered and the young woman barely remembered her trip to the hospital. When she awoke many hours later, she was lying in a clean, white hospital room with her arm in a cast and stitches in her cheek.
The curtains were drawn back and she could see the sky of a late afternoon- a bright blue with cotton ball clouds. She turned her head and the room swam. When her vision cleared, she saw the clock read 4:06. 9 hours since the crash. Why had she been out? Why had she been out at 7 o’clock in the morning? She was never out that early. Oh… Damien. Of course… He was probably out partying… Or maybe he had a hangover. Well serve him right.
The door opened and a nurse entered. She wore a spotless dress and her soft, brown, cow eyes looked kindly at the poor figure on the bed.
The nurse said “Good afternoon dear. I’m Bertha.”
“B-Berea.”
The name rolled clumsily off her tongue.
“Wha-wha- What happened?”
“You were in a car crash dear.”
Really. She never would have guessed that.
“I mean what’s wrong with me?”
“You have a compound fracture of your humorous and you cut your face.”
“Oh. When can I go home?”
“Excuse me dear?”
How stupid was this woman?
“Home. When can I leave this hospital?”
“This isn’t a hospital dear. It’s the county jail. You killed a man last night, hit him with a car. You’re being charged with vehicular manslaughter. Possibly murder.”
“Who-who did I kill?”
“There wasn’t much left to identify him with, but his drivers license claimed he was Damien Harrison.”
No.
The nurse was speaking again.
“…will come see you tomorrow morning. Get some sleep, Mrs. Harrison.”

hello sam

When I stepped out of the theatre, the sky had turned completely black. Clouds covered the stars and far in the distance owls hooted. As I looked up and down the deserted street, the paths seemed evermore foreboding and the allies opened like dark mouths to swallow me whole. Perhaps the journey home was best left until morning. There was a hotel across the street and, as this seemed the most logical place for my nights repose, I directed my steps toward the front door.
The clerk at the front desk was anything but welcoming and the room to which he assigned me lacked many of the comforts of home: mainly small articles, such as… a bed. There was only an old mattress with a blanket tossed over it. I briefly considered going back downstairs and out the front door, but memories of the dark allies waiting for me outside would not let me. Instead, they made me double lock the door. I didn’t have anything in the way of luggage and I wanted a pillow to go with my mattress so I opened the closet door to search for one. Instead of the white, fluffy commodity for which I had hoped, a dark figure glided through the opening.
“Hello, Sam.”

Childrens book text

It was a perfectly normal day when Ms. Joiner’s class came to school.
They came in, sat down and read books while they waited quietly for their teacher.
Ms. Joiner came in smiling and carrying a rolled-up rug under her arm.
"Hey what's that?" asked the children.
"It's a surprise for all of you!" said Ms. Joiner.
And she placed the rug in the corner of the room.
The students kept looking at the rug and wondering what it could be for.
Finally, Ms. Joiner took the rug and spread it on the floor.
"Come sit in a circle please." she called the children.
They all came running and sat in a circle, just as requested.
"Class, we are going on a field trip today! To all of your favorite places!"
“But how will we get there?” The students wondered.
"On this magic carpet," replied Ms. Joiner.
She sat down with them, and the carpet flew up and away.
And they went to all of the children's favorite places:
Andrew and Isaiah wanted to go to Disney World.
Orion chose Leaping Lizards.
Audrey waned to go to the Humane Society to look at animals.
Richard and Claire said “We want to go to Target, please!”
They stopped at Lindsey’s lake house so she could show them around.
Then Jack C., Kelsey, and Caroline requested to go to the beach.
Cole wanted to go to Toy’s R Us to shop.
Yahiko, Sanaya, and Mary all said “The Mall!”
Malik took them to Chuckee Cheese’s where they played for almost an hour.
Ella’s request was farthest: all the way to Mexico.
Annie loved Stone Mountain and they climbed all the way to the top,
Jack L. asked to go to the park.
Isaac said the playground and the magic carpet took them.
The children were very tired by now.
So Ms. Joiner returned them to school where they arrived just as it was time to go home.
The children made sure to thank their teacher for the wonderful day.
They went home to tell their parents about all their adventures.

Dialogue- Girl

Last night I heard my parents talking. THat conversation was what made me realize I needed to act quickly. I had crept downstairs for a glass of water. Mom was talking.
"She is doing quite well in school."
"Doesn't mean anything." Dad said. "Things like this can be controlled by a crafty enough mind."
"Our offspring is intelligent; not crafty." Mom sounded almost insulted.
"Intelligent enough to be crafty."
Dad sounded upset. I was worried by the fact that he called me crafty.
"What do we do?" Mom had lowered her voice. When Mom's voice dropped, I always knew Dad had won the argument.
"THe only legal thing we can do."
That's my Dad: always obsessed with the "legal thing to do". If the law told him to kill Mom and me, he would have complied.
"We turn her in."
I didn't wait for Mom's reply. I ran upstairs silently and dressed then I climbed out the window and found my way to you.

Monologue- Nurse

THat poor girl. She's been here two days . What can that man be doing? Well, we will know soon huh Sissy? He's supposed to announce his decision today. Of course he will make her go back. At least I hope so. All we need around here is another love-sick doctor trying to hold on to his darling by screwing with the medical record.
How much longer? I want out of this place...I'm just so tired... He won't keep her here. He can't. He knows what will happen if he does. He knows she will catch the disease. Or she will have a breakdown. She doesn't deserve him anyway. Sorry, Sissy. I know I'm boring. You have spent three years listening to me gripe. Hopefully for both f us you wont have to listen to it much longer. I have to get out of here. I'm sick. There's the call. Let's see what Doc's got into his head this time...