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We talk so little I didn't realize How different and Disconnected we are We're strangers Living in a shelter Not a home Filled with happiness Everyone else hears But I listen To the creak of...
I love her,. I hate her,. She drives out of my mind,. Shes funny,. She's stupid,. We fight all the time,. We laugh,. She makes me cry,. She makes fun of me,. She lies,. She has a temper,.
3 unheard sisters. Whose stories remain untold. Up to this very day. I've had them to hold. 3 unheard sisters. Look nothing alike. But everything in common. Even sleeping habits at night.
ONE - My beginning… Looking back…it must have been the early 80's I was just a young boy no more than three years old growing up with a respectable family, my family.
There she was. She stepped out of the car, smiled up at the house next door then sighed and dropped her eyes to the floor. Her wavy shoulder length yellowy blonde hair was swaying in the slight...
Mummy has new baby I has a sister, mummy says. I don't want Take the baby back to the hospital, I says. Mummy wants baby, though Calls baby Emma. I don't see much mummy now Mummy loves Emma.
Lucy was trapped. Trapped in her own little bubble in a room goodness knows where millions and millions of miles from her mother and she was hating it.
There's a sloth upon my couch, This time it isn't me. He slumps and grumps and munches snacks While watching my tv. His hair hangs like a floor mop, His mouth can only mutter.
#HOUSEHOLD "Why is it plunging at us?" our young daughter wailed. Hissing teeth and whirling claws camped at the top stair rail. 4 of us held hostage, hide behind the bedroom door.
This is a Rant. If you do not agree with my views, please comment and tell me your side of this story. Thank you for your consideration!:D I have a problem. With society.
-TIFFANY- "She should be here any minute" I said to the nurse, who was patiently waiting for Ellie to come and join us.
Chapter 12 Matt was now repeatedly punching James in the face. I jumped up and ran to where Matt and James stood. I stepped in front of them and held my between them.
Isn't it madness. We live in an age... Where technology surrounds us, As an every-day cage. I Skype in the morning, To say hello to my mum, When she's only downstairs, A few steps and then some.
The girls are in the room next door They've ate the lot but now want more Up all night gossiping and giggling Talking about what kissing a boy would bring.
-TIFFANY- "How does this sound" I began, reading out the invitation I'd just drafted "Tiffany and Nate would like to request your attendance at an engagement/pregnancy/house warming soirée on...
I found a toad in my garden today An ugly amphibian I have to say It was sitting under a mossy stone Enjoying the peace, all alone.
Dear people on the street, Just because I walk around with a younger child does not mean she is my son or daughter and that automatically you assume I sleep around and am a bit of a tart...
-NATE- I'm engaged. She's got the ring to prove it so it's real. That was all I could think about while we were walking down to Tiffany's mother's house.
"Good grief Son, your room is a mess!" Said Mother to Son one day.
Tom and his friend Brian were working on the renovation of our cottage when he wrote this for me, there is more than a grain of truth in it .
My mother can't even Look you in the eye, My father doesn't like you, And you know why. You took their daughter, And broke her heart. They never trusted you From the start.
With no sleep at all, head on fire, and a feeling of utter helplessness she decided she couldn't go to work. She'd never missed a day of work in her life. So reluctantly she made that phone call.
Today I walked into my big brother's room, and that's when I saw it: The Armpit of Doom. I wasn't expecting The Armpit at all. I shrieked and fell backward and grabbed for the wall.
I'm sorry for the way I behave. Tried hard to please you but I'm no. Slave. I need to do things for myself. Before it ends and I'm left on the shelf. Still young enough to start anew.