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After reading one of poem that brought so much painful memories to me, I knew I had to find this old piece of paper, I wrote when I was so little, don't remember age exactly, probably around 6 or 7,..
I walked out into the yard after school, to see my dog. She happily played whilst I threw the ball. I heard a noise. Me and Lucy, my dog ran inside. Hiding under my bed, Lucy cried.
I thought I would like it If I knew how to shine So I taught myself, with many mistakes along the way I couldn't wait to fly But when I got up I saw That soaring was overrated It's best to...
#OutOfTheBlue Sleep Tight Wrap your duvet close, Lay Your Mind to rest, Relax, Lull Into a sense of security, Open Subconscious To a starved, unwanted guest.
This is one of oldest poem I wrote at age 6 or so, and came to fact that I was an angry child #hate #anger #rage #revenge ------------------------ Standing at top of my world Looking down to...
Another lyric I wrote when I was at age of 10 I was told I have gift of 'all seeing eyes' #emotions #reality #sick #truth #humanbeing #hate #misery #suffering ---------------------- Sitting on the...
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...
This is my first opuss which happened to be 8 months ago. I'd like to think I've developed more since then because of opuss and you opussians so thank you so much...
I felt bad for you. After all you were my best friend. Your step dad and your older brother abused you, and you had no food, no money, no warmth.
Okay Breath. Come on Ramona, I mutter to myself incoherently. You’ve been breathing all your life now isn’t the time to forget.
Part 1: It was just yesterday. I was playing with my dolls, just like a normal little girl did. All of a sudden I heard a piercing scream, coming from a familiar voice. My mother.
Chapter 2 It was cold. So cold. I shivered. They had heating in the City. And warm food. And warm beds... I was so tired, I was falling asleep on my feet. But I had to keep walking.
Hannah bent over to him and grabed him up. "LET ME AT LEAST SIT THERE!" Jamie said through his tears but Hannah cept going she tolk him to the window and they on the window sill.
Once upon a time there was a little girl. The little girl was happy with her life, and loved to have fun.
so I go to a camp every summer. every summer. since age seven. I don't say bad words there. I'm happy. I'm innocent. two weeks of being a kid. two weeks of freedom. but it's only two weeks.
(part 2) I woke up what seemed like hours later. I had been tied to a metal table with some kind of strong wiring. "What is this?" I gasped. My throat was dry and raspy. I needed water.
I woke up a Christmas morning, aged nine I was sure I was gonna have a great time. It was six am so early but I was wide awake. Looking forward to presents and Xmas cake.
It was in the news. He is 5 and he saw. His face all frowned, "all those children killed?" "Yes, look, just come away from that." But it got inside.
All I ever wanted was your approval. That's all I ever wanted. Now 6 years after you left I am still here picturing that day over and over again.
I was having the worst day my mam and dad are always fighting so they got a divorce I don't no who I was going with my mam or my dad I was hoping my mam because she always takes care of me I was like...
Sparks slipped out of the chair he was sat in and crawled over to Sam's feet. He sat in front of the man and watched the old mercenary talk. "You... The Alpha project.
Night approaches, A scream awakes the peace. A mother runs in to see her daughter terrified beyond belief. "Mom, mom.
Kindergarten- I was innocent and had a few friends. First grade- A new girl came to school. Her name is Heavan. We were best friends.
(Hi:) so this is basically an extract of a short story I'm writing. To summarise it a bit, Rosie *the protagonist* saw some man murder a girl in a meadow when she was nine.