Writing Passionates discussion

If you would care to write an interesting paragraph (which means at most three paragraphs, or a bit of dialogue) to be added to the collection, post it here! Don't take stuff from your stories (or anybody else's!) but if you have any on-the-spot paragraphs that you have written in the Intersting Paragraph Game, you can use those.

I screamed. The thing was coming closer...and closer...I could see its shadow on the wall...I clutched my blanket tighter around me and tried to squeeze my eyes shut, but my curiosity- stupid, stupid curiosity- wouldn't let me. No... I thought desperately. Please no...not me...I'm only fourteen, I've still got a whole life to live... I was starting to break out into a cold sweat, and my heart was banging furiously in my chest. I held my breath and waited for the worst...the shadow on the wall grew larger...and larger...and suddenly it was alive...my door flew open...I screamed once more, before I saw the horrors that had come into my room:

"Ka-tie, honey! We're ba-ack!"

I was struck down. I lay on the floor for a moment, hoping it was over. But of course it wasn't. He lifted me back up again, breathing his foul breath into my nose. He laughed and started shaking me. My head whipped around, my neck cracking several times. He threw me down again and I landed on my ankle wrong. I heard a snap and knew that it was broken. I can't remember the pain now, all I know is that I cried quite a bit. And then, laying on the floor, knowing I probably had whiplash, a broken ankle, and bruises where his hands had been. He walked over to me, stood me up and whispered,
"You gonna snap little girl?" He snickered and threw me down again, kicking me in my ribs. I was sure a few of them broke.
"HAVE. ENOUGH. YET?" He said, kicking me with each word.
I couldn't move. It hurt too much. I finally heard his footsteps fading, and a door closing. "Bye Dad." I said to the fading footsteps, then puked some blood out.

((omg that's disturbing!!))

I gasped and leaned against the alley wall. I was trapped. And he knew it.
Dueker smirked as he advanced, unshielding his sword almost lazily.
"Going anywhere, Kara?" He taunted me. I glared at him, showing as much hatred and disgust that I could on my face. Inside, my heart was furiously beating extremely fast, as if it wanted to make the best of the last moments it had. Fear swirled around inside of me and almost blinded me, but I kept the mask on the outside. No way would I let Dueker see that I was scared.
"So sorry it had to end this way," He twisted his face in mock apology.
"No you're not," I spat at him.
He shrugged. "True." And then he swung his sword towards me.

((I know! I write disturbing stuff, it's my weakness))

I ran toward Sheila. She had to know what was happening to everyone. She turned around and melancholy eyes gazed into mine. "Hello." She said.
I fell back. Not her too! I turned around and ran.
"Come back." she said, her voice empty of all emotion. But I wasn't going to go back. And there was Ben, in front of me. "Quick! Come on!" he shouted, fear in his eyes. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. Outside it looked like nothing had happened. Birds chirped, the sun shone. Then a black mass appeared on the horizon, coming closer, closer. Ben jerked me around and we started running again.
There were three things I knew.
1. Ben was touching me.
2. All my friends and family had been turned into robots that were probably trying to destroy us.
3. Ben was okay, and he and I were alone.
Then I woke up.

((Yeah! You can do whatever you want! I liked it, the girl reminds me of me!))

I walked around the block. There was something a little dismal about the sun after a rainy day. Most people thought rainy days were sad and didn't like them. But there was just something about it that appealed to me. It might've been the way that the lightning flashed, illuminating the sky in the gorgeous yet dangerous way it does. Or it could've been the sound of the rain, or the feeling of it. Exhilarating, refreshing. Or it could be the thunder. For some reason, whenever I heard it, it makes me believe that there is SOMETHING bigger.
But the sunny days just lacked excitement.

"What's going on?" I shrieked, my voice turning hysterical. "Is there something you're not telling me?" I was starting to feel nervous; my hands were shaking, my palms sweaty, my heart in my mouth. Something was definitely wrong.
"Casey..." Ryan bit his lip and looked down. "I didn't really want to tell you, 'coz I thought...well...I guess you really should know. Need to know."
My heart dropped from my mouth and started pumping at full speed. My brain seemed to be frozen, my mouth dry. "What...what are you talking about?"
Ryan looked to the floor, avoiding my gaze. "Casey- your sister....Ashley..." His voice broke.
Foreboding gripped me so hard I almost couldn't breathe. "What?" I managed to squeak out.
His words came out as a whisper. "She's dead."

((That's deperssing... and by the way, try to keep it under 3 paragraphs. If it is mostly short dialogue, you can have more that that.))

((Okay.))
Ava's parents were fighting. Again. Her mother shouting insults and throwing things around, her father shouting a few swear words from time to time. She ran into her room and cuddled underneath the blankets, wishing over and over again that it would all just stop. She decided she would have to do something about it. She threw a jacket on, and pulling out her suitcase she started to pack.
"I'll go to Grandma's, or something." she mumbled to herself. "She and Grandpa never fight. She grabbed her backpack and put her piggy bank in it. She scribbled a quick note to her parents, telling them not to bother looking for her, that she wouldn't come back until they stopped fighting. Like that was ever going to happen. She ran out of her room and looked at her parents, still feuding, then ran into the cold night air.

I felt the walls close onto me. The space was shrinking, I didn't have enough air; I couldn't escape.
I rocked back and forth, trying to knock it over. I was screaming. I had heard story about people getting trapped in mines; now I was going to die. Just like them.
Suddenly Drake lifted the rim of the garbage can up. "What the crap's the matter with you?" He said, laughing.
"I'm sort of-" I struggled for air. "claustrophobic." Drake laughed again.