Joe
Britecote
Free Writing (scratched out—never
finished?)
I
dreamed that Jennifer was hurt. I woke
up in tears. And needed no one else to tell
me what it all meant.
Jennifer
Queen
Free Writing
I
should have known. About Brian. Me, of all people. I should have known that looks can be the greatest lie.
A lie that everyone believes. And
wants to believe, very very much.
Emily Booker
Free Writing
I
knew.
I knew about Brian. I read him like a book. And he was the kind whose first sentence
tells you what the last will be. But
sometimes you read on anyway, balancing like a wirewalker between fear and
hope.
Mercury
Swift
Free Writing.
When
they took him away, I was in the Office.
And when he looked back at me, I swear, his blue eyes were so beautiful,
so horribly beautiful. No one ever told
me that Death could be so beautiful.
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