Vengeance!
I shall not live to see one more Attack like this upon our shore.
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I shall not live to see one more Attack like this upon our shore.
You're not in this alone Let me break this awkward silence Let me go, go on record Be the first to say I'm sorry Hear me out, And if you take me down Or would you lay me out And if the world needs...
#youngwritershousehold The rug sits there, Plain to see, My grandma wove it, Just for me. She wove it, With love and care, And the day before she died, She placed it there.
SMASH. BAM. Smoke fills the air. CRASH. BAM. Destroyed without care. People run and shout and scream. This can't be reality, just a bad dream. Why did so many people have to die.
When someone is crying, what can you do to help ?Well you cant stop the person from crying can you. So what do you do . When someone is hurting cos they got in a fight, what can you do .
For all who we lost, 11th September, Today it's you, We will remember. For your in our hearts, You'll never leave our side, Even if we run, Even if we hide.
#emotion Avenge me, won't you Now I'm gone Keep alight What brightly shone You came to steal And take from me You never worked You expect it for free You've extinguished All my lights And now you...
How could anyone have helped me. How could they have saved me and not them. I was the one who caused the crash, yet they got me out first.
Note: this isn't meant to offend I am Marking the anniversary of losing some one special to me. So Ash your no longer with us as u had your life cut short 11years ago on this day.
I did not fall, I was not pushed, in that moment where lives lay crushed I did not choose that day to die. I queued in silent wait to fly.
Less of a memory and more of a quote that meant a lot to him and me, from one of the many films that made us both cry.
Butterfly take the pain. Land on my finger and fly away. Your paper thin wings carry my weight. Butterfly take the pain. Land on my finger and fly away. Warm my frozen heart. Butterfly fly away.
Chapter 15: I recognised the familiar corridors as I ran along each floor of the hospital.
I know this old lady with white hair. Her eyes still sharp and skin still fair. She tells me stories from the early years. As I listen with open ears. You see the experience in her eyes.
As I look back in sorrow. At the days we spent so free. I see us dancing. With no pain or misery. As the days go slowly on. I start to fall apart. The years stain my face.
The air between our spirits hangs with bittersweet retrace I hang upon your every breath, measuring the pace.
I stand there in the ashes, A cloud of dark despair, Crackles with a shock of lightning, Shattering the air.
#household Welcome back to your old home, For you were missed, we were alone, Remember me. I was your brother, That's your Papa and your mother.
Originally written eleven years ago today: A wound so deep has opened within my soul. Tormenting me while I sleep, and waking me into a world so cold.
Crimson blood, On the floor, I want her back, Nothing more. The assassin, He came in the night, Swift as a swallow, No time for a fight.
I've seen a ghost. Three times now. Just the one. She sits in the corner and just smiles.
I know we said goodbye But I'm not ready My tears are still here It feels too soon Too early to go I feel so lonely Please come back My arms are still here But it isn't that easy You've already let...
"He'll be talking to you in no time. No time at all" I said. "I have no time" She sighed. "Don't you dare say that" I said but not spitefully. "It's true though" She replied. I was hurt.
I hold your tiny life in my hands; an insignificant sparkle of joy. Now left to dwindle in the fading light; those simple dark eyes that used to shine through the night.