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The tantrum began with Farley's breath turning from quiet and regular to a panting gasp. He sucked at the air like it had suddenly become thick and was now almost too difficult to draw in. He became deaf to the soothing words of his mother, rapidly back-tracking on her previously tough stance; now offering him more than he had asked for in the first place. But by then it was irreversible. His next stage was always to smash whatever he could lay his hands on. She had seconds to hide everything she cared about. Years ago she could have just held him down, but not anymore. She pressed the button on her pager to call his father home, but she knew he was rarely less than fifteen minutes away, even with the sirens on. When he finally exploded he didn't go for the pictures as usual, he went straight for her; pummelling, hitting, kicking, biting. When his father arrived she was balled up unconscious on the floor and he was crying in the corner, sucking his thumb with a teddy bear in his arms.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 13, 2014.
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Tina backed into the wall. Adam was on his back, red in the face with his limbs going up and down in violent chaotic strikes. Likely half the neighbourhood could hear him screaming as if she was beating him with a stick. All she said was , "No." Apparently denying him a second cookie was as devastating to him as someone stealing her home and all her possessions would be to her. When she didn't rush in with the cookie he flipped over and began to bang his head in the floor. That did it. In seconds Tina had the cookie in his now sweaty hand. He flipped to his bottom and stuck it in his mouth, staring at her with sullen eyes under a forehead that was sure to bruise. What would his mother say? What would her mother say? She sank to the couch and pulled out her phone. Dad would know what to do, he always did.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 13, 2014.
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The child suddenly burst out at her like a tornado.

By descriptionari, July 2, 2012.

Found in Wanderfoot (The Dream Ship), authored by Cynthia Stockley.

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His tantrums were immediate and violent. There was no winding up period, no warning. They were full force from the very start like a bomb with no fuse, just an immediate explosion. But unlike such a blast he could go on for some time, sustained in his rage. Then afterward he would justify it, excuse it and generally blame it on someone else. And so he went on his whole life, never learning, never cooling down, always just one more brawl away from more jail time.

By james, December 11, 2013.