Young Writers Society

I nodded at her and looked at her mother. She was sitting in the chair besides Lydia with her head in her hands. I sat down on the exam table and sighed.

She knows that he is really pushing the smaller restaurant idea but knows there will never be another date for them if she gets found.

her chest had seized up even more, the tight pain tied right across her chest, a choking pain; it was like her lungy flesh bags were made of stone or something else quite hard and not really porus.

“I will now tattoo her symbol on her shoulder blade,”

Clarice flushed. “Um, actually, my brother and sister-in-law are still coming up, I think. I’m not quite sure at the moment. But if it all falls through, I’d love to have dinner with you.” Clarice suddenly burst out laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“Heh, I just rhymed. ‘But if it all falls through, I’d love to have dinner with you.’ It rhymed. It just… it made me laugh. Never mind.

Sometimes I could tell on the first night by how loud they were in the bedroom, or what kinds of sounds they made, as sick as it may sound. Men didn’t worry about that kind of stuff if they were doing a bop n’ drop, as Serena’s friends had called it

. After tearing it from it’s hook and digging though it like a possessed Emily Rose I found the planner where in the back was the name of a certain Mark K. Reynolds.

"Godspeed, Tela," he said, giving her a somewhat sarcastic salute as she hop-skipped out of the alley where they had been dealing business like sneaky sly people in long trench-coats would.

He was also given intense instruction in his morals, something that had surrounded him his entire lie thus far, ...

He was the center of all attention in his realm. He was the lord of the ring.

Reaching for a small lemon tart, Jekyll's brow creased slightly. “Why did the owners choose that name? Seems a little controversial.”

“I believe that this particular street of catering businesses attracts a great number of philosophical, science and theological students. Here, they are free from the confines of their places of learning to discuss affairs close to their hearts and pursue the 'Unchained' truth, that which is free of the shackles of predetermined thought and beliefs.”

“How very noble. We shall have to become regular patrons here and discuss the absurdity of the upper class.”

Emilie clapped a hand over her mouth, suppressing a terrified squeal. Motioning for her to be silent, Jekyll moved quietly inside and grabbed a walking cane he had left beside the door to aid his more frail patients. Hearing voices inside the examining room, he inched forward, steeling his frazzled nerves in order to protect Emilie. The door was shut tight, so he reached out and grasped the handle with hand slicked with nervous sweat. Heart beating loudly in his chest and blood rushing in his ears, Henry took a deep breath and yanked the door open, brandishing the cane above his head and yelling like a madman.

“Good heavens, what the hell is going on?”

Immediately, he noticed his manservant taking away the teacup from a rather stunning young woman seated comfortably in a spindly wooden chair in the far left hand corner. Althabert swallowed and gestured to the frightening doctor, to whom the lady simply raised an eyebrow. Henry lowered the cane slowly, flushing slightly. Althabert carried on awkwardly.

“Err.. Mademoiselle Rousseau, Dr Henry Jekyll. Dr Jekyll, sir, Mademoiselle Celeste Rousseau.”

Orion, can you help me? Look. There’s this guy… Yeah, I bet you here this kind of thing loads of times, but y’know, you as an armed man with a cute dog seem trustworthy. So will you listen?

It was ime to either run or relax. My periphal nervous system seemed to have truble deciding for me, so I decided on a combination.

I was not giving it up, even it it meant living like a bum for a while, free under the never ending sky, Orion ans his dog Sirius my only company. And I doubted they would mind my eating habits.

“Goodnight Orion,” I said, as I crawled into my sleeping bag and rested my head on my travelling bag.
“Sweet dreams, Sirius.”