Darkest Secret Chapter 1
I've lived in indiana for fourteen years and never once ran away from this boring place. I don't know why.
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I've lived in indiana for fourteen years and never once ran away from this boring place. I don't know why.
Chapter 5 One slap. Two slaps. I force myself to stay strong. "Sorry," I mumble. He stares at me for a minute and I panic. Have I knocked it this time. He stares at me solidly.
Chapter 4 (sorry it's short) I wake to the hammering, pounding on my door, my dad shouting at me cruel, harsh words. I moan and instantly regret it. "Right, now Missy.
I am Manda. A 15 year old girl that goes to a normal high school. I have a caring mom and big sister. Me and my sister don't get along all the time but we once in a while do.
Chapter 13 I was driven to the street where I lived, as we pulled up at my house the door opened and there stood a girl, a girl about 2/3 and mum, who was that girl. Did mum get pregnant.
This is a more personal poem that I wrote about an incident I had with a sibling a few years ago. Also, I was trying something a little different with repetition and I'm not really sure if it worked.
There's been moments in life where I've searched for your face, For a tender-filled word, a love to embrace.
Constantly thinking, never to be the same, the tears fall quickly just hearing your name. Silence is golden yet not anymore silence brings thoughts I just can't ignore.
Somewhere. A mother holds her daughter for the first time. She will treasure her in her heart forever. Somewhere. A father curses the name of his new son.
I see you. I see you. I see you in my shadow past. I see you in my unknowing future. I see you in the memories that hang on the wall. I see you in my mothers courage. I see you in my sisters tears.
I was tired. And grumpy. I just wanted to go to bed and sleep. As I began to change into a tshirt and sweatpants, my phone buzzed. It was a text. ‘Can you talk?’ I didn’t want to talk.
A bag of fools slung over his shoulder, the soldier crawls along the line of trees. One, two, and three then breathes as a twilight enemy passes and moves towards. His future, his destiny.
Dear little sister, I will play with you You can't talk to mommy She's crying in there Let's leave her alone, Daddy's been yelling And hitting things I know you don't understand But that makes...
She lay in the bed, pale from pain. She was still sleeping peacefully, thankfully under the effect of pain relief. She needed it. A lot. "Think she'll wake soon?" A voice said from beside me.
(This is a little snippet of the book I'm writing, if you guys like it I might share more with you.) :) Prologue- Annalise. When I was younger I believed in fairytales.
I ran through the streets, my drunk, abusive father running after me. I was of course running from my father but also my life.
Playing catch, He's getting better, I throw the ball, And he's the go-getter. But one wrong throw, Towards the street, Sends him running, With tiny feet.
Days passed, then weeks, then months. Nothing. No one saw anything, no one had spotted him, no one had noticed anything different on that day.
My dream I didn't remember much. But I do remember Sharon She was sitting on a dry wooden dock that was too close to the water. She had a grey sweater on and was listening to music.
The saddest thing is that I can't think of a single person who needs me. It hurts so much. Someone so young shouldn't understand so much pain.
Floorboards moan under gentle footsteps as the stairs end. Darkness surrounds the hallway. Silence is a dark virtue as the rain lashes window panes.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could, away from that park, and away from HER. After what she tried to do, I am never, ever going back, not for all the tea in china.
Again my mother's crying And there's banging at the door I'm sick of living in this house I can't take it anymore My mum is bloody miserable I'm sick of seeing her cry I want to throw my hands...
She sat in front of the riverbed, fearing the frigid waters to much to come any closer, but entranced by the dazzling glow of the stars reflecting off it's grey-green surface.