They see the world as a big place filled with little forms of life. ... I know this sounds strange but at that moment I had a flashback of those same people playing with me and I saw the world with a different feeling to it. I saw it for the colours of the sky and I smelled it for the scent of the wind. ... I was glad no one was around because they may have thought I had gone mad. ... Then it was gone. ...
That thing-the thing with the narrow pupils-is after me. ... My mind is racing with all different kinds of thoughts, but all deal with an untimely end. ... I look around the well-lit room, pondering if I have passed away and gone to heaven, but the figure I see sitting in the chair opposite of-oh what is this? ... I am a rebel," I reply with a slight smirk. ... The buildings that rise higher than high are all made of stone-ancient stone-that almost erodes and crumbles with each contact with flesh or with even the slightest breeze of the wind. ...
As the chilly autumn wind swept us along the path towards her house, lightly kicking through the heaps of orange and brown fallen leaves, Sarah and I were conversing about the Morals and Ethics seminar that we had just had at school. ... Edwards," I calmly saluted, shaking his right hand with a firm grasp. ... Sarah questioned me with her child-like voice. ... Do you see that girl over there, the one with the red dress on? ... She keeps asking me to hook her up with you. ...
