WRITINGACTIVITY4: EXPANDING SENTENCES

(1) Mary stepped out of the café with hot chocolate in her hand into the busy streets filled with men of the wolf streets and metropolitan women dressed in short skirts, pairing it with ridiculously tall stilettos in this crazy weather. Mary hugged her puffy jacket tighter, took a quick sip of her drink and made her way to her small yet expensive New York apartment. All she could ever think about at that moment was to get home and cuddle up in her favorite blanket. That cozy thought was then interrupted when Mary accidentally ran into another pair of arms that are not hers. To her dismay, the hot chocolate spilled all over the broad chest of that stranger. Mary looked up to apologize but only greeted with a pair of familiar green eyes.

(2) “I promise you this will never happen again,” his hands cupped her cheeks and gently stroked it. She looked into her eyes and could only found desperation for forgiveness not a hint of regret nor repentance. She can still feel the pain of the punch he let out last week on her stomach what more the slap he landed across her face thirty minutes ago. His eyebrows furrowed for respond from her but she turned her head away and clattering knee caps towards the bedroom. Stopping midway, “I want a divorce, Ryle,”.

(3) Cold sweats were piling up on my forehead. I can feel chilly wind travelling down my body though I am already perfectly embraced by my duvet. I turned my head to the side, it was 3am. The rustling and rushing steps in the kitchen sent chill down my spine. I knew I have to go check it out in case it is something worse than what my crippling overthinking thought. My barefoot touched the cold floor towards the kitchen. “Mom, is that you?” I reached out for the baseball bat. “Yes, honey. It’s just me, ” as ‘ mom ’ replied from the kitchen, ‘ mom ’ from upstairs called me out “Mary, what are you doing in the kitchen?” I gulped. This is definitely not a robbery.