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Another life has left this earth, Upon that tragic night, A mother died within that car, So keep her soul in sight, A car collision, She'd three kids, The daughter broke, Three of her limbs, Was just...
A son says to his mother: "I don't like salad. I won't eat it." His mother looked at him. Then at the plate of untouched salad. "Well now, I'm not sure that salad much likes you either...
Characters - dad, Eliza and Molly Eliza: daddy where's mummy. Dad: (whisper) she's gone baby girl Molly: where she go daddy.
#youngwritershousehold Here you go again, Begging for me back, Just like I was only ten, I fell into your trap, You sit me on your arm, As if you were a cannibal, Luring me in with charm, I feel...
Teddy bear, Unhappy bear, Sitting lonely on the bed, Stuffing falling out of your head. Teddy bear, Gloomy bear, Lying disregarded on the floor, Cos no one cares anymore.
I woke up with a shout from Leo. "I don't wanna!" I heard Leo scream from outside. The door in front of my bed was half open.
The 6- year old girl stepped out of the silver- coloured car. She wore an adorable white dress with flowers in different colours sewed on it.
Becca come in here a spider is on my wall" ."ugh shut up Lizzy it's just a little spider. So of course my big sister Becca killed it as usual.
Jag vågar inte stå för mina känslor, rädd för mig själv Vågar inte visa mina tankar som dyker upp varje kväll.
Adam was still inside. I looked behind me. Max and Josie were sitting on the swings staring at the house. I dialed 911. "hello?" a lady's voice answered.
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. Continued ..
I had always been scolded by my mother when, as a small child, I would wander about the house on flights of fancy.
Hi, My name is Margaret E.
It’s strange, when I write about my youngest years words flow freely.
I'm just sitting here, inside my head, staring at these big walls inside my mind. Built out of guilt and out of sorrow, built out of lost hope and lost plans for a better tomorrow.
I was so little. I didn't exactly understand. I was just curious. In this big ole land. My sister was giving me. A simple bath. Whilst my mother was out of it.
It's ok baby boy, no matter what, you are safe now. Don't be scared baby boy, you'll be ok, I know how. You are loved so much baby boy, Can you not tell.
~I really like doing things from Richs POV, Ill probably try Jonahs soon but Ill be doing this more often!~ *chapt 13 part 3* Richs POV "I think over there," Jonah pointed out the obvious.
Short but 'get-to-the-point' story * Jane begged her mother for a puppy, eventually, her mother gave in to the situation and promised her little girl that they will go out the next day - puppy...
I think every secondary school had its scary story that every kid knew by heart...
"Nikki raised you. For a couple of years". "Did a damn good job too!". My grand mother and her sister. My sister was 12. Took care of me for. 5 years. By then I was just starting school.
My little sister Lottie, I'm going through her things. Packed in boxes in the attic, But still the memory stings.
I woke to the sound of horse shoes clicking along the London cobbles, the background music of my life.
THREE - Who are you. That night I took off my shackles they would make a sound like a kettle whistle when they unlock and release.