Adrenaline Rush

This is the second part of the homework we were supposed to do. Just a note, these two pieces are not linked in any way. 

Unwavering heat enclosed the city. Jenny sipped her iced coffee languidly from her Starbucks tumbler, lazing in the shadow of a picnic umbrella on Bondi Beach. Even the shade was unforgivable. The weather defied the natural patterns of nature and chose to torture its inhabitants with blistering heat instead of the cool ocean breezes that were expected. She dared her eyes to wander to the edges of the foamy waves, greedily soaking up the sight. She craved for a swim. Pulling her gaze away, Jenny attempted unsuccessfully to force the pleasure of the water against her skin to the corners of her mind. If it weren't for her stupid brother mucking around carelessly on the jet-ski, she would still be able to walk, able to swim, able to do the things that made her feel alive. Jenny longed to feel the exhilaration of treading on water, the wind ruffling through her hair as she conquered the waves and the rush of adrenaline as she took on mother nature. She wanted to live.

Nothing Was Sweeter Than Revenge

A short piece of writing we were supposed to do for homework.

Murky water churned below. Its dark hands reached its tenacious tendrils towards the esoteric moon. A crackle of lightning danced across the sky, sending a vein of pulsing energy into the earth. With the thunderous boom echoing in the distance, the deep ringing of the timpani rolled the smoky clouds in, obscuring the silky lunar light. Rain pelted down, a monotonous choir of beating drums, drowning out the unwavering note of Jane's scream. Her rage sunk its teeth into the season's first downpour. Lashing out at the gnarled knobs growing from twisted trees, she released the years of frustration that had brewed inside her. She had a task to complete, a lesson to teach, an eagerness to inflict torturous pain on the devil that had destroyed her. Equipped with this new ambition, Jane deciphered the tangled plans that were developing in her mind. Nothing was sweeter than revenge.