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.
#acrostic Kinda dark...
#nightdwellers #beginningline The promises died on his icy white breath....
Ive been having trouble communicating; stuck in this bubble while I sit here waiting; my heart was cold but now I've thawed it out; this warmth unfolds I've thought this out; if theres one thing that...
Ive been having trouble communicating; stuck in this bubble while I sit here waiting; my heart was cold but now I've thawed it out; this warmth unfolds I've thought this out; if theres one thing that...
Not the start of one does he announce,. Not a legible word does he pronounce,. But everyone does know what he speaks,. His face covered in smothering red streaks,.
#acrostic Slept in. Didn't want to go Caught the bus. Hoped it wouldn't show He's at the gate. Nice guy disguise Only popular through old school ties Overpowered. Led to the fence Length of twine.
Two poets stood opposite. Each other with two pieces. Of paper, two pens, and ink. Enough for 25 words, waiting. To to begin a battle between. Two poets, where only one can win.
I saw you last night. You were cold and shaking in the light rain.
We stood with knives in our palms, Red blood stains all over our arms. I panted as I watched your eyes And swiftly silenced your desperate cries.
He threw me on the floor. The tears trickled down my pale face. He walked towards me. My heart speeded up so fast. I could barely catch my breath. He walked away from me and disappeared.
Take the lead, take my hands, show me how you move. I'll be your work, heal my hurt, you can be my muse. Ease my doubts, when you speak with your silver tongue.
We fight, everday of our lives, don't we, Lenore. We scream and tear and bite, arguments blocking out thunder. Yet when the time comes to decide, I keep running to be by your side.
Does that long inhale of smoke Catch in your charred throat When you scowl, dark and low, Bright eyes beneath a furrowed brow, And see every line, flaw, mistake, Etched into my heart and face.
Chapter 2 The only attempt at a beginning which I can pinpoint was in 1926.
I see you've come to save me, And fix my broken ways, So go on and make you plea, Then be on your way.
I know it's wrong. I know he will break my heart. It's just so confusing. Should I love or leave him. He could tear me apart But He could make me an angel. It's complicated.
Work time I say to my mom as I run out the house and Down the street to a Rundown graveyard, It's the only place I get inspiration for my Drawings, today I'm working on a new drawing its going good...
"What's Crag's problem. Does he always make digs at you and Marty?" I asked as we stepped into the lift. Rachel was right. The lift was finished just after breakfast so I could go upstairs.
The long summer days faded into the frail autumn breeze, Her smiles turned to tears, She realized her worst fears. Utilizing the sheer horror of things that could be.
#acrostic Loved you once, Open, fun and free was out motto, Very slowly things began to change, Everyone could see the rot, Blaming each other yet both just as bad, Each of us choosing to work...
Sunset teals alluring behind earths majestic sky. Wavering in winds on natural growing urbs strongest almighty, Shine vast, Marble brightly.
I had a life, I swear it. I have loved, I swear it. I never touched the knife, I swear it. I had a soul, I swear it. I never hated you, I swear it. I wasn't the mole, I swear it.