The Chase
Mikaela Wroe
The gravel road pounded underneath me, white light
illuminating the road ahead. Angels and demons were
lurking in the shadows of my mind as the darkness
slowly surrounded me, caving in on me, like a lion
hunting its prey. My conscience started ticking away
in my head, threatening to eat me alive, I was being
consumed by guilt. Loud echoing sirens heard in the
distance brought me back to the reality of the moment. Flashing lights flooded the area as I fled for my
freedom. Tiny beads of sweat gathered at my forehead
and all I could hear was my heart beat mixing with
the sound of the sirens. The sirens. They were getting
louder and my heart was beating faster and faster. It
was starting to come back to me, I was running, but
who and what from was all a blur. I couldn’t remember, can’t remember. All I knew was that I had to keep
moving forward and faster too. The sirens were a
constant reminder of that.
A rush of adrenaline surged through me as I stepped
on the gas pedal, giving the car more life. It sprung
forward into action. Pop! All of a sudden the car had
stopped and the firearm that once lay on the passenger seat was now in my hands. I took a shot at the
blue-uniformed officers and it all came rushing back
to me, blinding my vision for just a second. “Arrggggggg,” a piercing scream tore through the air. My
head came into contact with the hard rough surface of
the road, red stuff blinding my sight. Then I realised
that the red stuff was blood. My head was bleeding! It
wasn’t till then that I also realised it had been my own
scream that tore through the air just seconds ago. I
clutched my chest in pain as blood oozed out of the
freshly-made bullet wound. As the blood escaped my
body like refugees escaping their homeland, so did all
the adrenaline. I felt the life being drained out of me.
The pain was unbearable as everything slowly went
dark, dark, dark.
PEACH
Saffron Wilson
Her plump shaped body,
deceiving to the human eye.
Outside, as dry and withered
like the leaves of an oak tree in Autumn,
her fire-coloured cloak clasps her body
wrapping her tightly.
Battered and bruised on th e outside,
yet surrounded by a sweet tropical scent,
arising around her,
taking flight like a bird.
Her scattered blemishes,
marks upon a drawing board.
She glides slowly through the scattered trees,
not knowing she will soon be nothing,
nothing like the rest.
You live,
you fall,
you grow,
you drop,
you’re consumed.
All that will remain
is your inner seed, your heart,
showing you were there once.
YELLOW
Alice Wake
She was tall and lanky
and weak at the knees,
brightening everyone’s day
with her sunshine coating.
Her blemished skin was her only imperfection,
reflecting her battered insides.
But underneath that cheerful disguise
lay a delicate core
prone to heartbreak and hurt.
An interior, emotionally pummelled
into a soft gooey cream.
She had such a sweet personality,
but was weak to the bone.
She always helped others,
but wasn’t recognised
for what she was worth.