Ian Dowd
Mr. Breaton
Writers Craft
May 23rd 2014
Escape
The ground trapped him. It was crushing, and the darkness surrounded him. Escape! He must escape! Oh, to view the sun was his greatest wish, to feel the breeze and the rain. Stretch! With a final push he burst from the ground. Victory!
“Stupid Dandelions.” Bob shouted as he plucked the latest that had grown.
Children:
She loved them. Her children meant everything to her. From their loving cries to their nuzzling shows of affection, they always appreciated her, appreciated what she did for them. They didn't abandon her in a cold prison citing “dementia”.
Her face beaming, Margaret packed up her breadcrumbs and bid her pigeons farewell, cooing them goodbye.
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