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The highway was strewn with a mat of tangled steel and broken glass. Truly, it was horrible. There had been a car crash 1 month earlier and a woman had died. Nobody thought to clean up the mess. I felt sorry for her family and friends, but knew I must keep my focus on the road ahead of me. There had been too many car accidents lately. There had been too much death on this highway alone. I looked at the road ahead of me, focussed on the car in front of me. It was a green Ford Falcon. Suddenly, a bird swooped low over my car. I jumped in my seat, but the bird wasn’t hit. Later that night I got to my destination – my Aunt Erica&rsqu

Eleni was standing behind a bar, wiping some damp glasses dry. It was 11.56 pm. Her shift was due to end in four minutes. The front entrance of the bar was swung open, and Eleni looked up with her best I'm-tired-but-I-have-to-be-nice-to-the-customer smile. A man walked in. Eleni recognised him as Sam, the magician from the city. He was obviously a fake, but he always charmed the ladies and had an interesting story or two to tell her about his day. But today he looked horrible. Eleni's smile faded as he walked toward the bar. "Whiskey on the rocks," he muttered. His words were a little slurred, but he already had money on the bar, and Eleni

I was walking down the corridor, already late for my next class. A girl was standing in front of a water fountain filling an empty bottle. There was a boy next to her. "So, what's your name? I bet it's something pretty like Jessica." The girl at the fountain tilted her head and smiled. "Jessica," she said, as if tasting the name. "Yes, I like Jessica." The boy gave her a strange look, before walking off. "See you in class!" he called over his shoulder. Jessica gave a half-hearted wave. As soon as he was around the corner and out of sight, she snorted. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath. It was a few weeks before I saw her again. She look

This is a story about a girl. She had long legs. She had long hair. She was cynical. She was beautiful. And she always smirked like there was some huge secret that only she knew. Little did I know then that finding out that secret would come at such a high price. She caught my bus in the mornings. We went to the same school. She had this way of sitting on the stiff, uncomfortable bus-seat and folding one leg over the other that made her look elegant. She would always stare out the window at some unseen thing, presumably oblivious to everything else around her. Then IT happened. It shook up my whole world and threw me out of my comfort zon