What Is Going On? Part 4
6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
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6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
Part One ()()-------()()-------()()------() I'm alone. Laying awake in my bed, waiting for the everlasting hours to tick by, staring into space and fiddling with my oily hair.
Sam had a headache. He pinched his nose and screwed up his eyes. The noise in the room was too loud for him to think. He had a neck ache.
I wrote two paragraphs randomly, what do you guys think. I love listening to constructive criticism since it helps me write better.
Four years have past. Four years since the night that changed my life forever. Everything that ever meant anything to me; my home, my friends, my family: all gone.
Time: When we are on our 'Death Bed' some if us will truly wish we had more of.
I don't understand what is going on. I'm only four. Everyone was outside running for their lives, screaming "it's coming, it's coming!" What was it. Nobody tells me anything.
Late at night im sitting here crying. Lonely and cold inside im slowly dying. Confused and hurting with no outlet. Living my life with lots of regret. Asuming happiness will never be found.
WOO. I can do things. I can talk in rhymes. I think I am crazy, but there's just too many things growing out of my mind. I…I feel like I know what to do.
I see her standing at her window Burning in her loneliness, Consumed by her own flame, A furnace bent on self-destruction, As if ageless But now riddled with lines, And oft I wonder Why does she...
I walk in the valley each day Sometimes green and full of hope Sometimes wonder if I'll cope I talk in the valley each day Whether or not somebody's there I'll chat away, I don't care I sleep in the...
I smile. Back where I belong. Rid of their iron cage. Back where I'm queen. I breath in the imaginary scents of joy. Chocolate tonight.
I have no friends and,. I'm so alone. But don't get me wrong. I'm not going to moan. This isn't complaining. I simply don't care. It's been years since I've had. Anyone there. But what gets me down.
As I lay down on the floor I wondered how did the frown on my face come before. It is terrifying here A place of misery I could no longer bear Why can't I just leave.
No, don't you worry about me I'll survive, just wait and see. True, I asked you for your help But you've no time for someone else.
Alone, at home with the door locked, music up. I sing along. Pass the time, train my voice. Play guitar. Sitting naked on the floor in my living room, drawing. Clothes are overrated.
I sit up and stare. All the scenery around me has changed. I am a small thing sat in the middle of lonely fields. The lush rolling hills surrounding the area go on for as far as I can see.
The night is so empty But there's no-one here to see. I can pour my heart out, fill it Because there's no-one here to see. Secrets floating to the heavens, A sacred right that no-one's here to see.
Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody. You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either.
I live amongst the groaning, wheezing plague of rolling tyres and Friday vomit. Splattered upon the pavement and dried in dyed hair and decorating Primark heels.
Can you see me. Can you hear me. Why do you look through me. It's like I'm not here. You walk straight past without acknowledgement. Am I a ghost. A spirit. Am I not worth the effort.
He woke up feeling strange.what could have been so wrong. He slept at nine as usual. He ran the same roads every evening. He even did his job right. So what could have gone wrong.
This last week seems to have proven my point. Everyone around me is so immature, the things they laugh at, the things they say.
It went quiet. The house settled edgily On council concrete. Embarrassed plumbing Gurgled once, then stopped. I sniffed, The sound not cushioned By flesh or conversation, Burst on barbed seconds.