Chapter 2 (R)
Flies' circling above it, a pool of blood around it, the smell of dead fish was stronger than ever, my eyes started to water. Sam grabbed me and dragged me back to the hole he found. I could barely see through the wall of water that covered my eyes. We raced through the car dump and ran back to the hole in the fence and tumbled head first through it. We stood there hands on our knees gasping for air. A few seconds later both of us felt like our guts had come up through our tracheas and out our mouths.
It was the first time in my entire life I'd seen a dead body. I mean for real not like in Mortal Kombat or something. I felt as
Croaked
By Sahil Bhavnani
Chapter 1
It started like any other day; mom shook me awake till I felt more abuse than a ragdoll, mom's special for breakfast, lumpy hot chocolate and burnt toast. It felt like another day in the grind of a teenage life with separated parents. Well you've heard me moan but who am I? Well let's start with names, I'm Sam, short for Samuel, but it's too much of a mouthful. Now why do I have every right in the world to moan? My life went from a teenage dream to anybodies nightmare in an instant. When I think about the home of big Ben, my old home. About when my parents were together. When I lived in a place where
Chapter 2 (R)
Flies' circling above it, a pool of blood around it, the smell of dead fish was stronger than ever, my eyes started to water. Sam grabbed me and dragged me back to the hole he found. I could barely see through the wall of water that covered my eyes. We raced through the car dump and ran back to the hole in the fence and tumbled head first through it. We stood there hands on our knees gasping for air. A few seconds later both of us felt like our guts had come up through our tracheas and out our mouths.
It was the first time in my entire life I'd seen a dead body. I mean for real not like in Mortal Kombat or something. I felt as
Croaked
By Sahil Bhavnani
Chapter 1
It started like any other day; mom shook me awake till I felt more abuse than a ragdoll, mom's special for breakfast, lumpy hot chocolate and burnt toast. It felt like another day in the grind of a teenage life with separated parents. Well you've heard me moan but who am I? Well let's start with names, I'm Sam, short for Samuel, but it's too much of a mouthful. Now why do I have every right in the world to moan? My life went from a teenage dream to anybodies nightmare in an instant. When I think about the home of big Ben, my old home. About when my parents were together. When I lived in a place where