Hey! I'm Lea! I am totally nerdy and love music and creative writing!
I have a writing competition coming up. (made it to state last time!!!) The theme is "The Magic Of A Moment" After plenty of brainstorming the idea that stuck the best was a holocaust story.
Right here. Right now. Take the stage. Tell your story..
You, my friend, the one who claims to care, are most oblivious to my suffering..
I tie in my hairbows I slip on my dress But deep down inside You know I'm a mess.
Her fingers roughly pressed on the keys as her lips struggled to blow the air through the shining, silver pipe with it's many bright buttons. Young Julianna, of only 16 years, could not play flute.
"I want to do this. PLEASE let me do it!" Sobbing Monica mumbled into her boyfriends chest. "I know, baby. It's hard. But I don't want you to give in. You're stronger than this.
If I died tonight, you wouldn't have reason to worry. No reason to mourn. No reason to care. I left no impression.
I always feel like I'm lying, like I'm flying, like I'm defying, like I'm dying..
I like to pretend I'm invincible sometimes..
I wish to sing every day. Every word I could ever sing should be sung for that is my pure joy..
Tell a story no one has ever heard before. Tell your story.
The open minded people I know think before they speak. Everyone else says what is on their mind and wins my envy. They are not afraid of what they say.
I look in the mirror but I do not see what others must see. I see a fine young lady trying to find her way. They see a fat whore with nothing on her mind but sex. I see a gentle virgin.
The Girl. The girl. Black dress the. Smallest size hanging. Positively off her bones. At the angle of depravation. A special and serious triangle. She is 11 years old or so.