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Swallowing hard, I reached for Jade, grabbing her hand to stop it pulling at her hair, at her dress, darting nervously and terrified around her body. The grass scratched at my feet. The sun flashed in my eyes. “Jade,” I asked her slowly, searching her eyes as I felt the shock searing my body. “Jade, what has happened to you?” She looked up slowly, looked in to my eyes, licking her cracked lips. She seemed to be steadying herself to speak. A tear seeped slowly down her scratched cheek. My mind...

Jade and Ben were curled up in the corner seat in the pub, oblivious to the other people dancing in front of them and the scratchy, frayed material beneath their legs. Jade was watching the copper lights shine in Ben’s hair, and he was talking quietly in her ear. “You see, I really like you, Jade,” he whispered, making shivers run up and down her back as his breath passed over her earlobe. Jade smiled a slow, lazy smile. She had seen the way that Kate was behaving around Ben, and knew that sh...

The sun hurt my eyes as it finally settled over the horizon, the air alive with bird calls. My feet, proud in their new kitten heels, hurt too. We had been walking for about half an hour through winding lanes, and these shoes were new, the leather stiff. My heels felt like I had sat down and purposefully rubbed them over with a cheese grater. My right foot felt faintly sticky, and although I couldn’t see it beneath my jeans, I suspected that it was bleeding red blood all over the beautiful, ...

We walked up the path to the Pub just as it was becoming hazy dusk. We had walked for about half an hour along winding lanes, panicking all the way about how we were going to get back to the caravan that we were sharing on our weekend away in West Wales. It had been a beautiful, hot, lazy day. Kate, Anna, Jade and I had lain on the sandy beach, watching surfers riding waves like green glass, whipped up by the soft wind. I was fascinated by the elegance of the surfers as they danced and swoope...

He’s wonderful! The best thing to happen In my life. Beautiful, smart, and funny, My world is alive in his face. His smile holds my laughter And his eyes hold my hopes. He is wonderful, And the best part is that he sees Absolutely no fault in me. He thinks that I’m perfect: But unfortunately, a nagging feeling In a secret part of me Tells me that this is not the case. The very definition of ambivalence, I always want what’s bad for me. I feel its dark power Tugging at my soul. He is always he...