"I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind."
- Jazz Feylynn
"The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words."
"Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb."
"Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life."
"His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control."
"His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought."
"Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds."