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Sorry it's a little short but I patched it up over a few spare hours I had. •Chapter 9 - Used To• •Kai• One second, I was holding her under. The next, I couldn't pull her out fast enough.
Lonesome woman. Whispers into thin air. Wearing torn clothes. Matching torn hair. Nighttime screams. Slowly tears apart. What still remains. Of her dreary heart. Lacking happiness. There is just pain.
#colour. #acorns. The luscious Ruby Dazzler was a stripper of repute. And she spent her evenings dressed in her birthday suit. She really was a beauty, best of 'em by a mile.
"No please I don't want to, please just get off me" I cried.
In your favorite chair, autumn seen through the window, My love you did not care. When was the last time you moved, skin turned to black, Appearance peeled and emotions cracked.
It's late at night There's a fight outside A window has been broken A neighbour spies.. Her eyes.. they peer from behind a curtain From her home she lifts her phone..
The sun lowered itself beneath the horizon, giving way to a new light, a blue flare rebounding off every surface, accompanied by a siren.
I'm in my room the music is playing, Drowning the words that my parents are saying By saying I mean yelling, It's the same every night, I keep telling myself this can't be right.
~Slightly scary~ ~Not mine~ By S L Fleming One shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. Having said that, I can’t remember anyone wasting much time lamenting the loss of Samuel Roberts.
Broken heart and broken mind, The things that make me define, The lost life in front of me, The lost things that I wanted to be, After the last time you cheated, And I lay on the ground...
To my beautiful baby boy who didn't make it into the light of this world.
Kicks and a punch. Marks and bruises. After dinner and lunch. Consciousness looses. Ropes and wire. Tied to a pole. Hurts like fire. Burns the soul. Flesh apart. Lemons and lime. Burning heart.
The quiet anger, the way the tension builds around you. I keep quiet and hide, this isn't my fight to have. But I watch as your anger simmers, and the way you evaluate.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware.
So this one is a bit of a filler, but the next one I promise will be so amazing.
#youngwritershousehold @Davedave16 #mug You stare me down as I glance down You seem to chuckle while I frown In the grief and sadness I have drowned But I won't do it anymore.
The crash of thunder, Keeps me awake. The flash of lightning, Makes me quake. Rain violently thrashes, Against my window. Shaking with fear, As the tears start to flow.
I feel the cold, Biting my skin. I feel the frost, Freeze everything. The dried up tears, No longer fall. As if the pain, Weren't there at all. The sticky blood, Seeps out my side.
I stare at the beads, Lying on the floor. Scattered around, From our fight before. I stare at the china, Smashed at the wall. When I threw those plates, At you in our brawl.
It all ended that on that stormy night We were watching films that gave a fright You pulled me in and held on with all your might I didn't see your end goal, that you had in sight.
She's underneath the bed again, But not for the reason you'd think. It's not the dark or the boogie man- Her dads had a drink. He's fighting with mummy again, She can hear her tears.
Uncontrollable fire swept through my home like an angry, roaring beast. Nothing but acrid smoke was burning the inside of my lungs, as that was all I could breathe in.
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.
She liked him a lot. He was quite fantastic. He wanted to cook a meal for her at her place. He asked her all the time where to find the things he needed to cook the dish.