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away from here. where it's warm. so warm that your skin sticks. sticks to everything. stick together. my mom told me and my sister. watch out for her. she's too young for this. this alone. I left.
We miss you more. Each passing year. Twenty four now gone. Without you hear. Taken from us. Just eights months new. No life lived. So sad but true. Your present this year. Like each one before.
My alarm clock sounded at six o'clock Monday morning. I could barely open my eyes as I was still shockingly exhausted. "Rose?" My mother called up the stairs, making sure I was up.
*Before anyone asks, it's fictional.* Hi there, Little Sister, It's been ten months since you left, Mum and Dad still mourn you, And we all still feel bereft.
Every first of every twelfth. We brave the Chelmsford cold. I'd like to say we toast your health. But we can't, if truth be told. It's a day like any other. But it's spent among the graves.
By Gemma Doyle. Miranda's parents heard her scream and ran to the kitchen but she was in her room. Then they saw the paper on the floor and picked it up.
#beginningline #nightdwellers I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, too scared to open my eyes. I could feel her; feel her breathe upon my shoulders, but I couldn't look, I couldn't cry.
The monsters stumble over the remains of my father, all their eyes focused on me as I run for the back door.
The door to our house rattles on its hinges as they slam their bodies against it. The windows of our home crack beneath the force of their swings, blood smearing the glass as it slowly breaks.
CHAPTER 1 Dad I choked and spluttered as clouds of smoke filled my mouth and slid down my throat. My dad held my hand and took me outside the house, stroking my hair.
Chapter 6 <~> "Look there's a park!" Beth giggled when we arrived. Sure enough, the pub had its own play area behind. "Toby, me and Leroy are taking Beth on the park," I smiled.
This was a story I wrote last night but was too tired to finish. .........,........................................
I cradled my little brother, I was only 13. My mom died a few weeks back. My brother, Erik was only 5 years old.
~True ghost story~ ~Not mine~ Though the Amityville house is most famously linked to the Ronald DeFeao killings in November of 1974, it was originally used to house Native Americans that were...
~Spooky story~ ~Happy(ish) ending~ ~Not mine~ I heard the neighbour's car running in the garage as I got into my car to drive to the grocery store. That seemed a bit odd, since it was summertime.
#Owls They say that if an owl perches on your roof it is the sign of death. Is it superstitious nonsense. For me it isn't. Owls are often associated with horror or Halloween.
#fire #poetry. Once upon a time. In a land not far from here. Lived Willow the wizard. With perfect white hair. He had power beyond belief. And the wisdom to use it wise. He kept his magic to himself.
@LeahLovesEC #radio I heard it, the news I listened without you Even though my pain was unbearable The old scratchy sound From the radio, black and round I decided the pain was shareable.
(10) Flash back: The Moment That Change Our Lives Today was April 27th, 2008. I was a typically raining day in Valley Cove not to rainy or stormy it was just right.
Back just about 30 years ago, a young woman was just getting over the death of her boyfriend, who had just recently died in a car accident.
My cold finger slip combing through her freshly washed hair. I carefully plait her chocolate locks, calming all the stray hairs. The ends sprawl out under the elastic.
In my dreams, I wake up and hug my dad. He ruffles my hair, just like he used to and smiles. "My own little sleeping beauty." Then, we leave the hospital, and everything is back to normal.
When a loved one disappears, it must surely be the hardest thing in ones life to come to terms with. Especially if that loved one is never found, or worse.
A drop of blood dripped down from the rugged rocks above and landed on Alton Sawyer’s left palm. It didn’t startle him one bit. He didn’t feel it.