The medieval famine had reassured that rats would starve. Under a meagre smile the pungent combination of brine and warm soil were hissing through a stream. I, rejoicing in sloping fields of blue-green apples, made my eyes flutter with hot water.
Ravi / Niall

I'd come about the half-baked mahogany version of mum. I asked Nathan about it, and he said that its skull was overworked and so it looked funny. I had begun to notice that Nathan had turned Muslim. I was angry because my dad was beginning to wait and watch while I kept kite-flying over the sunny area in the park.

If I still dusted the shelf, I would have found that there were many fingerprints from Martha. I vanished, and everyone checked to see if I liked to remember how Violet was down wandering around them.
Emily / Rod.

My evening was almost horrible. She said she might have to find you, the voice to be beyond funny. She must imagine you at a spring grey customary gallery. Sing your brother, Ruby, and smile.
Dan / Monty

“Yes, I must choose,” and doubt followed. He rang the shattering hunters behind the bed. I listened to the galloping bird and my father jumped on me, but eyeing my shoulder. Mother, speaking to Loretta, so she may bite her and rub her daughter. Springing away, the protocol turned snide. We stood at the far camp, watching Desmond’s warriors and deer. Monica talked of slightly-hidden Mexicans and all flimsy ducking black friendships. I hugged it emotionally and trapped its core.
Ben / Kamini

All winter Gatty kept playing on her breasts. The Irishmen gingerly gave her a spoonful of treacle. There weren't any nuns but, if she said the words, the pilgrims would catch her a dragon. The breakfast wouldn't look tiny unless the boys poured in opium. It wasn't strange that in the mountains everything was brown but a kingfisher, which was charmingly blue.
Luke / Sumeet

Like the seashore, pale and silent. The witch, pointing to the cold grave, glimpsed at something. It growled. Death appeared in the confusion bearing an image of beggars. “I see nothing,” she mumbled. “Behold the dark depths of mysterious wickedness.” He bellowed.
Sarah / Rachel

I expected the wounded might be unable to stop the questions. But death had not come digging, he would trust you to rest. Then, shaking his chest, he began to trickle soup. Ancient Islam bodies bleed together.
Chris / Louis