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Chapter 1 I crept up the stairs to reveal an old room. Seems to be the size of a normal shed. If even that. I walk slowly over to the normal twin size bed. With the normal bedspread and normal pillow.
You cannot tell me I do not understand, you can only ask and trust I will be truthful. You close your eyes to me and turn your blinkers on.
She sold herself a pound at a time - we're talking flesh here. It was funny back when she still laughed, now its just funny how things turned out.
Mother you cling to me like a stubborn child, with your fingers sticky and your hands muddy – you paw at me, leaving traces where I cannot reach.
Why when it is late at night, I close my eyes and I see the light. Why when I wake in the morning, it is so dark, is it a warning.
and I will shoot you down on the flood plains of my mind until you succumb to the waves. My finger quivers on the trigger of a gun that you have made.
Whirring, clicking, pumping, He unzipped her dress, fingers fumbling. Breath hot, stomach grumbling, He smelt her fine hair, nostrils flaring.
The coldness of it is unable to describe. My hands are mixture of blue, orange and blue and my body is numb.
Why must you do this. I can't cope without you, Any longer. I know it hurts, She unhinged you. Your tearing me apart, And you can't see that. It's killing me.
The tables turn faster than you could predict. You are telling a story of how things will be, and he is beating you to the punch line with his fists. He is teaching you a lesson.
A black abyss, A whirlpool of fear, A darkened place, Where none can hear. A scream, so loud, It pierces the heart, And a sob so solemn, It tears you apart. You lie there, dead, But somehow aware.
Have you found the fingers extracts taken in secret and placed upon those trees ones young and old sapling, ancient touched by different parts sensation of a whole Have you found the saliva stuck...
I never thought of myself as evil or malice. I never got in the way and tried to be polite. Yet why did everyone pick on me.
Lydia ran. And ran. And ran. She could feel the flames, they were nearly close enough to touch her. She was following a tall, blonde girl in front of her.
I took my time to show you that I knew. I took my time to see how deranged you grew. I gave you far too many chances. I thought it would stop. I let you take me places I didn't want to go.
New debate everyone, last one raised many views so thought another debate would give me more ideas on the subject. My new area for discussion is about domestic violence.
Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze. All around her the snapping and baying hounds nipped at her heels and ate at her paranoia.
It was a dark,dark night, full of velvety black inky nothingness wrapping your icy limbs and senses in a sinister death shroud.
If I was going to tell you a secret, would you tell not a soul. No matter how twisted, would you help me feel less distanced. Would you judge me but take my side.
**ok so this is my first attempt at writing a story. I would really appreciate any comments/feedback.
I took the four walls of your bedroom and painted them in black Covered up the red just like a fuckin heart attack Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint...
The trees whispered quietly, as if they had a wonderful tale to tell. A girl walked past in long, confident strides, her head held high with a purpose. But upon her face is where our story starts.
"Kick him hard Oliver!" "Yeah!" "To the ground!" It was 5pm behind the sports hall. Finn Brown was trembling, his knobbly knees quivering, his teeth chattering.
Ordinary People Danny Running, heart pounding, I knew I had to get away. Trees scrape my face, tear at my neck as I crash through the creeping bushes.