Under bright scarlet hair, teachers' favorite pigmentation of ink, the awful cast splashed and dripped down his face, a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising that had bruised.

Hardened cement chunks languished on the ground. Gray dust particles spewed into every crevice. The wordless, like the homeless, desired this place as a sheltered haven.

Give me a sec to catch my thoughts.

Amanda took the lead following her sense of smell. On the other hand, I followed a werewolf who was leading me by her nose. Not sure, which of us was crazier.

The stopwatch threat hung over me. I set the timer with shaky clammy fingers. The silent reckoning with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the merciless countdown commenced.

Okay, I know she thinks her little bro stinks but that sounds like she's tracking him by his stench.

You and your brother have had moments. Don'tcha think the collar's a bit much?" I could imagine Jessie hogtied with whatever was at hand by his big bad sis.

When someone says "don’t freak," wouldn’t a person think that maybe they should freak?

Up beyond the rainbows and butterflies, the sky points the way, to my hopes and dreams.

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.