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I woke up so early and for that, I get to face the Sunday sunshine. Feels great, healthy even. I think this is the very first time I've woken up that's not against my will.
My father never yelled at other people. Now that I remembered, Not even once. Instead, He takes it out on us. The anger, frustrations, and hatred he has for the world. No one knows. Just us though.
Your best features and finest traits. Forms all we see on her skin. But the glass in which you see beauty is fragile. This perfect layer is only too thin. Oh how innocence is an act of the dark.
Yes that's me. Dragged between mummy and daddy. The little girl lost. So scared and alone. Did you not notice. What you'd both done. The shouting. The fights. The screaming all night.
#augustwriteaday That picture haunts me mommy The knife, your arm, the blood, Although you quickly shut the door And said you never could.
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. Chapter III may not be so pleasant.
Chapter 2 My two older sisters Kristina and Arlana shared a room at the opposite end of the hall. Kristina was the oldest. She was eight and Arlana was seven . I was the baby.
She was once a loving woman. Feisty and strong with opinion. Always been a bit too head strong. No man stuck around for too long. When they did she pushed them away.
#youngwritershousehold The days when he was sane, When he rocked in his chair. The musty smell of cigars, Before he was put in care. Now he still rocks, Just without a normal mind.
One day steve went to his apartment and he hasn't played his wii for a long time so He played super smash bros. a lot of strange things have happened in his apartment for the past few weeks.
Daddy works a long day. And when he gets home he don't give you attention, he just sits around smoking on his cigarette. He don't care where you are, just a long as your out of his head.
I stayed up. Until midnight. Waiting for you. And your family. That was when I was 4. It was birthday. You told me you'd be there. At 6 o'clock on the dot. You never came.
Resharing as part of #acorns I wrote the following poem a number of years ago (aged 14!) in response to a series of dramatic monologues known collectively as 'Stobhill' by Edwin Morgan.
For a moment this world seems perfect, As you kiss me on the cheek. We share a second, knowing, That we do not need to speak. And then you go and ruin it, You leave my room, so fast.
Alex's sister stood there like a wild animal. Her hair was stuck up in the air as if she had been struck by lightening. Her right hand held a long black knife which Alex recognised from the kitchen.
#household Alright everyone, say cheese This stuff's making memories.
#household. Out on the porch you are swingin'. Your daddy comes thru the back door. You don't hear the telephone ringin'. Your momma won't be back no more. Your daddy, he got the message.
I found out today That my father has more to my past I was only 10 months old When he abandoned us My oldest sister was 11 She hated him for breaking her trust My other was 5 or 6 And she had a real...
The next morning felt surreal as there was a beautiful smell of bacon sizzling in the oven. Rubbing my eyes, I traipsed downstairs and saw two hands fiddling with the bacon. They were my mums hands.
I awake from a nightmare, with a fresh sheen of sweat on my face, to a scream. It's the dead of night and the source of the scream is yet unknown to me.
#household Not a loner But no friends came round She didn't want them To hear their intoxicated sound Every day When she came home from school What would be waiting empty or blood in a pool.
'what' I said shocked. I looked at his face waiting for a glimmer of recognition. 'who are you?' he repeated slowly. 'Adam...I'm Abby... You're wife' I said holding up my ring hand.
To my mother Are you the one that hurt me.
for my father 1. True or false: As a Father you think about us everyday. 2. Whose heart did you break that night you left. A. Nikki's B. Joee's C. Mine D. All of the above 3.