I must confess. Things haven't been right lately. The screams that tear through the middle of night are horrible. The gasps of an innocent child trying to catch his breath after a horror that only he could see.
No one really bothers anymore. Everyone knows that the child is traumatised. Someone has to do something. Even if it's just to comfort the child.
But no one bothered and the screams continued.
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Words are meant to be spoken and heard as well written and read. Don't ever take them for granted. They can mean so differently from person to person.
There's a devil on my shoulder named Steve, he's been sitting there, light as the fluffiest feather since I was 5 years old.
The stress seemed to have gathered at the front of his skull. It felt like his head was being crushed between two solid slabs of stone, the rough surfaces grating against his damp skin.
With every bite her senses exploded. As the cold flesh rolled around the inside of her mouth she savoured the bitter taste like it was her last.
One grey, ugly, dark morning, a girl named Nicole strolled over to a graveyard to place flowers on her grandma's grave as it was her birthday.
One grey, ugly, dark morning, a girl named Nicole strolled over to a graveyard to place flowers on her grandma's grave as it was her birthday.
It had been a dark and dismal day. The sun had not shone once and the clouds had parted.
One day a 6 year old girl went to her mum and asked if she could go to London bridge for a walk and her mum said yes but you need to be back at 6 o'clock. So she walked of london bridge.
Margot was the first to go And now I will tell you how.....
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