She sat in the darkened room waiting. It was now a standoff.

He had the power to

put her in the room, but not the power to make her repent. It wasn't fair and no
matter how long she had to endure the darkness, she wouldn't change her attitude.
At three years old, Sandy's stubborn personality had already bloomed into full
view.
I'm going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can't handle this anymore. She fell
over the coffee table and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more
than I ever signed up to do.
Sometimes it's simply better to ignore the haters. That's the lesson that Tom's dad
had been trying to teach him, but Tom still couldn't let it go. He latched onto
them and their hate and couldn't let it go, but he also realized that this wasn't
healthy. That's when he came up with his devious plan.
What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown. Both were curious, but only one
was brave enough to want to explore. That was the problem. There was always one
that let fear rule her life.
Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost
horizontal, emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than
beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression
and a contradictory subtle play of features. Her manner was engaging.
They decided to find the end of the rainbow. While they hoped they would find a pot
of gold, neither of them truly believed that the mythical pot would actually be
there. Nor did they believe they could actually find the end of the rainbow. Still,
it seemed like a fun activity for the day, and pictures of them chasing rainbows
would look great on their Instagram accounts. They would have never believed they
would actually find the end of a rainbow, and when they did, what they actually
found there.
The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what
was about him. He didn't hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the
road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.
I haven't bailed on writing. Look, I'm generating a random paragraph at this very
moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will
start writing consistently again!
There wasn't a whole lot he could do at that moment. He played the situation again
and again in his head looking at what he might have done differently to make the
situation better. No matter how many times he relived the situation in his head,
there was never really a good alternative course of action. There simply wasn't a
whole lot he could have done in that particular moment.
Sarah watched the whirlpool mesmerized. She couldn't take her eyes off the water
swirling around and around. She stuck in small twigs and leaves to watch the
whirlpool catch them and then suck them down. It bothered her more than a little
bit that this could also be used as a metaphor for her life.