Eyes So Red
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.
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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.
The light shines brighter than it ever has. Pouring in through the exit of this isolated, cold and lonely cave. Finally, drawer closer than I ever dreamed possible, to the mouth of this hellish cave.
"Let me in!" they shouted angrily while frantically knocking at the door. I shoved furniture against the door to keep them out. I leaned against the corner of the room, crying hysterically.
I feel myself plunging in to the depths. No one can hear me scream, or break my fall. I am falling alone and I am scared.
Silence. No sounds. Cruel agonising weighted palms -motionless. Awkwardly tilting heads - slewed. No sounds. Aching eyes straining, squinting, Scanning shadows - flickering doubts. No sounds.
I come back up for air. I had to. Underneath the surface of the lake all I could think about was the past. And I promised myself that I would do that as least as possible. What am I supposed to do...
Janice looked down at her broken leg and laughed. There was no way she was going to make it for the exam in time any more. At least she had a good excuse. It was 1983.
They're constantly asking me what's wrong, why I'm so distant, why I'm not as perfect as the other kids at my school.
Look at me sitting in a crowd. You would never believe that it is a lie. I'm not really here, these people don't know. The real me, the girl lost inside. I smile and nod, not knowing what they say.
You used to have a place in the world. You were seen as a rising star by some, with lots of potential. Then life happens and you're left to burn out.
They tell you To do it Nobody cares They think it's a joke For the school kids to fair The others all tell you To do it You start to believe But you dare not cry You try and tell someone But it...
I sit here alone. Propped up against the tan paneled house, sitting on the wood deck with brown, chipping paint. The deck is split between light and shade. I sit in the shade.
Slippery. That was the feeling I couldn’t shake after having spoken to the salesman. I stood there feeling violated, a folder in hand as well as his card, not knowing what to do next.
This is a short story I wrote when I was 12. We had to describe someone in detail so it's very descriptive. This is the second section, if you haven't read the 1st it's best to read it before this.
( A broken window) "I will never go back to that place!" They can never let me do their wicked plans!" he shouted at the clothes in his hands.
Where am I. Why am I the only one. I feel lost Feel like I don’t belong Am I in prison. Did I do something wrong. Hello, Is anyone here.
Empty house, I'm alone again. There are too many thoughts swirling around in my head. I need to find peace with them, welcome them into my home, my inner being must let them intertwine and become one.
This is the beginning of a short story I'm writing about a man figuring out the rest of his life.... I left home for the first time since the accident.
So she loves lemonade soda. Drinks nothin but. Soda pop cereal and soda pop tooth brushing. Soda pop to down those dolls and soda pop to drown them too.
In the centre of the wall, a single red light flickered on. The small, black speaker below it crackled into life, and a cold, metallic voice filled the room.
I think in all alone but I'm wrong. I hear the creaking of the floor boards and the quick breaths of someone near. I can't see a thing it's so dark. I'm so scared, it could be a killer in here.
There’s someone missing from the room, There’s someone missing from this place, Where’s the girl with all the broken dreams. The girl without a name or face.
I haven't made an Opuss in a while. But what have I got to say. Nothing really. Life is a drag. Too much drama for me. At least I get a day off for myself.
I'm stuck. I yell out into the world, waiting for help. But help never comes.