Little Ellie
Today, I am sad. Nine months ago, mum called, over the moon. Today, I held little Ellie in my arms. Too cold. To frail.
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Life In The Factory
My bones slowing deforming, My arms continuously working. Life in the factory. Scoop up the fallen cotton, Down on my knees, Help me please... Life in the factory.
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Sorrow
Chapter 3 It was strange how they fed my mum through a tube and if you closed your eyes whilst holding her hand you could feel faint movements. I cried an wiped by wet nose on a snotty tissue.
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Sorrow
Prologue I watched as she closed her eyes constantly without moving a single muscle. Wrinkling my blocked nose, I ran my thin fingers along her still as a statue arms.
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#Broken Promises
A continuation of the story written by @smellfingers, @misslittleDHP @naaviie @MrAlex and me.
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Life On A Light
Chapter 4 Sluggishly I blurted out, 'Grandfather, you have to leave. I'm going to die.'. With a downhearted look on his drooped face, he cried, 'Anthony.
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Nut Job
They never liked him anyway.
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La Hechizar De La Gato
Prologue I ran as fast as I could. Jumping over fallen branches and ducking between trees. I could hear him coming closer. My lungs burned and my throat felt torn up from my ragged breathing.
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Haunted Belfast #3: Marketplace
Lined up, a regiment, row by row Where on a Friday I would go To buy the fish and crabs and socks And picture hooks and clogs and clocks.
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Ignorance
They didn't know you They had no right to judge But what's the point In holding a grudge. Just because you're not here today, Doesn't mean no one cares what they say.
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Survive : The Walking Apocalypse - Pt. 2
Our house is lost to us. An empty shell now home to death. Crawling with the dead and the broken remains of our father. I race out the back entrance and never look back.
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Survive: The Walking Apocalypse - Pt. 1
The door rattles on its hinges as they slam their bodies against it. They claw at the windows, too thick for them to break. "Son, look at me!" He yells, grabbing my face.
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~Smashed, wrecked & gone~
~This is a small excerpt from a story I am working on.
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Mum (part 2)
She said an exrutiating pain went up her shoulder and down her back and it felt like time froze for a second. I gave her a hug and say sorry.
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Drip Part 3: Happy Families
Shaking myself, I read on. Each sordid detail of this house's inky past revealed before me...
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Dead World
#TheOpussDead The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon. My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.
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A Little Detective
I came home from another day at the beach. Today was a bit chaotic, but what would you expect for Saturday. Anyway when I came home it was unusually silent.
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After Life #4
Then her mum walked through me . How rude . She should have more respect for ghosts. It's so horrible having a human walk through you. As Nina's mum was speaking to her I pulled a face.
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Untitled
Hi this is a story that is pretty close to my heart. It's only short, but has a lot of meaning to it. I hope you like it. A true story.
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My Little Reaper #sadday
Here I sit, broken and dying. Here I cry, unspoken and crying. Your laughing face my disgrace. Your laugh fills me with hate. Baby mine, I wish you weren't born.
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K.A.N.S -chapter 5 (part 1)
“Why the hell did you break Sophie’s arm?!” Screeched Esme in a soft voice trying to keep quiet; presumably trying to not wake me. “I didn’t do it on purpose” said a boy who I guessed was Taylor.
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Please. Long But Worth It.
9:35pm Your hands are trembling as you write your letter. You write about how no one cares. The ink smudges as your tears drop onto the letter. Your suicide letter.
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Footsteps And Thunder
"One, two, one, two. you can't loose focus now Luna" I was was saying myself. His footsteps like thunder behind me. My lungs began to burn, it felt as if my stomache was set on fire.
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The Secret Garden
A man once held a love so strong for me, so strong he made me a secret place. A garden hidden just for me, filled with beauty and grace.
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