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That very minute she drew her final breath, mama went crazy. She started to sob uncontrollably until some of the town folk came into our house and did our chores. I was devastated.
Scene 1: At the Crime Scene Characters : Sue Sylvester aged 8 Mom Dad Criminal Badger the cat (Set in Ohio, the streets in the house, someone unknown in home.
Half Black Why do you hurt me. On the inside What did I do.
At the age of 5 Madison like all little girls wanted to get married with a prince and live in candy castle. But none of that would ever happen. "She's perfect" the cloaked figure said.
The Hollow Tree A shadow in my dreams, since I was a boy, haunting me with tales of trolls , and witches, goblin kings, ghosts, and tiny, hidden thieves trying to steal the fingers of little boys who...
"My first memory was from an old woman", the memory thief locks his arms behind his neck as he stretches out on the sofa beside my cat.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Work time I say to my mom as I run out the house and Down the street to a Rundown graveyard, It's the only place I get inspiration for my Drawings, today I'm working on a new drawing its going good...
A knock on the knee when I was wee I used to sit on m' mammy's knee. Her apron tore An' I fell on the floor An' that was the end o' me. She chased me from town to town Screaming all the streets down.
The door closed with a creak, and shut behind me. The November nights were drawing in faster, and so were my dreams. My nightmares. My own personal hell. JD was my only friend now, but not tonight.
Meany years from now, was a young child who loved to play. His village was deep within the woods (small you could say.) Huge wooden walls protecting the area; incase they were ever under attack.
Growing up he was a stranger. In a place they called his home. A son and a brother. But made to feel alone. They were all so happy. Such a perfect little group. And there were times when even he.
(Old Man Walking Long Part 2) A young boy , his father's song Did so forever haunt him, that everyday when He walked home, alone, this song he sung, To guide him.
Prologue. *^*^*^*^*^* I jolt up from yet another bad dream. I've had them since the age of thirteen, I'm fifteen now. They might vary on when they accrue, but most of the time I have the every night.
My personal side sometimes comes out.. I hate that because it slowly kills me inside but i guess it's good to let it out here and now..
Hiding from the world, Because no one understands, So many different mothers, Ask to hold so many hands.
I remember this young girl.. While some people often get that bad stroke of luck at times, she saw it more often then any one should have. She was a thinker, not a talker.
In photographs of days gone by. I see a sparkle in my eye. Now my eyes are full of pain. The light inside them starts to wane. What happened to those joyful years. The vestige of them disappears.
Mum and dad are downstairs shouting and fighting Little brother locked himself in the cupboard, he must be getting scared because he's in there hiding that he's crying I put on my bravest face but...
#acrostic. Glowing kindness shines so bright. On winter morn and summer nights. Of a child's smiling innocent eyes. Death yet still out of sight. All this changes in a minute. Night falls down.
#bestofopuss Not my best, but my favorite. Every year Since the age of twelve Steven had done something on his birthday for his late parents.
A stranger walked up to me, Said, " Let me take your hand, Let me guide you through the darkness, Take you to the promised land" Should I trust this vision, should I take his hand; Should I follow...
Did you ever think it would be That little girl with the tiny curls framing her face and the dimples The one who's eyes glowed Who would throw the ball at a stranger Ask their name And smile.
(This is a story a friend and I started a long time ago as elementary students that we never finished. Here's the first chapter we wrote. I hope you all enjoy.