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The average life of a five pound note is 2 weeks, or at least that’s what Julie had heard, and at this particular moment of her overwhelmingly dull day behind the checkout, that piece of trivia drifted through her thoughts, providing a welcome break from the mind numbing, intermittent beep of her scanner, which was on its last legs. The reason that she stopped to wonder about the life of a five pound note was because the monetary specimen being offered over the counter to her at this moment, ...

In the end..... Writhing in agony, Lucy squirmed desparately in one last ditch attempt to stop the flow of blood spilling out from her wound. Her hands fumbled at the gaping injury just beneath her rib cage as she tried repeatedly to plug the hole with something...anything. There was too much blood. Every inch of her body was totally and utterly consumed by the pain which you she tried in vain to block out. "Why are you doing this to me?!" She whimpered. He loomed over her, dark and menacing....

She could feel the sickness writhing in the pits of her stomach again, it curdled her insides and burned intensely at the back of her throat. Her legs felt cold and numb again, as did her arms and fingertips. She watched as they pressed the keys at the computer, but she could no longer feel them, they had become seperate from her being as if they belonged to someone else. The left side of her chest stings every few moments with a sharp and intense pain just beneath the ribs. She needs the to...

Jane remembered that there had been hundreds of sun seeking holiday makers at the beach that June day a million years ago and she always recalled how totally detached she had felt as she sat there on the outskirts of the crowd, with her knees tucked up against her chest. The sun had pounded down onto her face and shoulders as she ran her fingers through the crisp sand surrounding the towel and staring out at the ocean she felt completely at peace. She wished she could always feel like this. "...

For aslong as I can remember I have been obsessed with reading and writing. There is something about the written word that has always captured my attention without effort. So for me to become a writer seemed an obvious yet daunting prospect. I decided to try my hardest to tell you a story. I don't know what it will be about, where it will lead or how I will tell it, but I promise to write it. Cut on my thumb.... I noticed that the cut on my thumb had started to bleed again. The blood seeped u...