Sophie Richton
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Highly caffeinated, highly strung, and highly likely to be writing in my pyjamas.
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Australian Refugees
The sky had lit up like fireworks that night, but instead of laughter, screams had filled the air as people fled from the blaze. The very concrete under their feet shook, and Billie clutched the sweaty palm tighter in hers as she struggled to keep her feet. Her heartbeat urged her “faster, faster” as it fought off the ice water of fear which threatened to paralyse her. Ash filled her mouth, and smoke filled her nostrils, seeking to smother her, to drag her under the feet of the people running behind her.
By Sophie Richton5 years ago in The Swamp
For Angelo
His mom’s voice beckoned him through the walls, an unintelligible jumble of hushed, anxious sounds that demanded investigating. Troy imagined himself a spy, no, a ninja as he navigated the obstacle course of creaky floorboards in the hallway. He pressed himself against the wall outside his mom’s room and listened, glad that the warped wood of her door left it permanently ajar.
By Sophie Richton5 years ago in Families
