Mother slammed her fist, hard on the table. The veins on her neck were protruding out. I knew that I was dead meat. “Mum-“I was interrupted by her sharp, stern voice. “Into your room. NOW!” I dashed into my room, and slammed the door hard behind me. I wanted to scream, to relieve some of my agony. But I couldn’t. I hated her.

Done by: Sheryl (please don't laugh at my snapshot. I know it isn't very good. thanks!)
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Title: Mrs Bixby and the Colonel’s Coat
By: Roald Dhal
I’m going to kill that pawnbroker, she told herself. I’m going right back there to the shop this very minute and I’m going to throw this filthy neckpiece right in his face and if he refuses to give me back my coat, I’m going to kill him.
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Title: Royal Jelly
By: Roald Dhal
Mrs Taylor’s handsome oval face was glowing with pleasure, her cheeks were pink, her eyes were sparkling bright, and her mouth was fixed in a little dreamy smile of pure content. Every now and then again she would glance up from her knitting and gaze affectionately at her husband. Occasionally, she would stop the clicking of her needles altogether for a few seconds and sit quite still, looking at the ceiling, listening for a cry or a whimper upstairs. But all was quiet.
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Title: Katina
By: Roald Dhal
She was sitting on a stone, quite still, with her hands resting on her lap. She was staring vacantly ahead, seeing nothing, and all around, up and down the little streets, people were running backward and forward with buckets of water, emptying them through the windows of the burning houses.

By: Sheryl ^_^