• We fought like animals underneath the blazing sun. I had enough of our fights. He would smack me around thinking that he had a hold of me. Our petty fights were putting a strain on our relationship. I knew that our five year old son had begun to notice it too.

  • It was miraculous, the explosion of fireworks lighting up the sky. Reds, pinks, blues, yellows setting everything in my vision on fire. The booms blasting in my ears making them ring. I was captivated by the sights and sounds that were bombarding my system.

  • He disappeared into the crowd. I knew I would never see him again. The thought saddened me. He had meant everything to me. I had tried my best to apologize, but failed miserably. The tears streaked down my cheeks and dropped down to the ground.

  • Her pupils were dilated from the copious amount of drugs she had consumed over the past hour. She was on the precipice of passing the fuck out. She was ready and willing, nothing seemed to matter anymore. Her memories had been plaguing her for the past few years.