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Why couldn't I find the strength All I know wasn't right Just let it slip on by Same night after night Nothing changed I wish my thoughts could be heard by him I didn't want to lose him through...
The drums grew closer And closer And my heart beat begins to excellerate.
Come on, come on, get out now, we're unde- Then I heard it, a horrible crack, the crack of bone..
This couldn't be happening to me. Astrid thought. Astrid was on a bus to an orphanage because her parents dumped. Why would they do that.
Once we got a room we were so tired that we want straight to bed. I didn't dream at all so it was a rather peaceful sleep. I was awoken by the lovely ray of sunlight leaking through the window.
Part 5 •.•.•.•.•.• "I'm sorry. I didn't know that your his sister. He did mention siblings, Imogen, Peter and Johnny. But I didn't know it was you." Mr Thorn apologised, "Look it's fine.
You shake with memory, your stomach churns. You drink from time to time - are drunk few and far between. You have a handle and hold it tight - two months away from two years clean.
Your hands behind your back, Tied tightly with a rope. Your sitting on a cold, stone floor, Wondering how you'll cope. You try to loosen the rope a bit, But your hands get covered in blood.
I run alongside wolves today, I cling to fur and brawn. I cry alongside wolves at night, Our howling so forlorn. I track alongside wolves at dawn, Our paw prints in the snow.
You know those days, when you just can't breathe. Those times when you don't see the point in being alive. Those moments when you really just want to leave. Welcome to every moment of my life.
An Odd Trip with some antisocial organisers...
No one Else (Part 1) Sophie sat on a rock by the calm river up in the mountains behind her school. She was ditching like she always did.
Lake Superior 'It was cold-and-I saw-mother. Yes, that was it, mother. Hadn't she passed away last year. I'm sure she did. Why is she here. No, where is here?' I thought.
During a rock climbing expedition, an accident occurred, as some of the grappling hooks gave way.
It was war. Every day, they would sit in cold metal capsules, cramped in like mice in a cage. At their specified time, the door would unlock, and it would be their turn to fight.
Part 3.....contains swear words I have in my grip this warm arm, the realisation that it's an arm suddenly hits me and I drop it with such force that it hits the side of the wooden bed.
16+ warning. Heat. Condensed into stinging welts. Clenching muscles under too-hot bed sheets. Tears tugged out of reluctant eye corners. A mantra of belief. Whispered under ragged breath.
Trundling along the road Under a moonlit sky I am a hedgehog, small and spiky Who wishes he could fly You see it can be rather hard In this hedgehog life of mine Because that horrid old badger Can...
*true event* It has been hours since we left town, still driving far and fast. We hadn't seen a car or any kind of civilization for one or two hours.
I pushed the last of the branches away from my face, advancing out onto the ridge, Bloody hell. It'd been a while since I'd seen a view like this.
Part 2 The head is just like a sleeping person on a bed of compost. It is the head of a man. He looks clean shaven and literally looks as though he is merely sleeping.
Part 2 *•*•*•*•* "Imogen, we shouldn't be doing this." complains Harry, "It'll be fine. No one notices I'm gone." I say truthfully, no one notices I'm there or not.
Poem about homeless people. We were talking about it in school and it is really sad an really touched my heart so next time you see a homeless person just reach into your pocket.
Through nights jaws she went, the blinding darkness wrapping itself tight. The rocky floor jagged and unforgiving to her bare feet as she strode further into the blackest heart.