DreamyDuck
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
DreamyDuck
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
Tw: Implied abuse
mummy sometimes calls me a dummy
But daddy sometimes hits mummy
mummy and daddy always fight at night
and i get something called a fright?
i hold my teddy closer and pretend i am dreaming
but i feel like crying because i hear screaming
i slowly creak open the door and mummy’s on the floor
why is daddy mad
It makes me very sad
mummy screams and shouts and I go back insid...
**[Diary entries of Azriel Learon]**
**1/4: **Moving to a new home has always been difficult though.. this one seems a bit lonelier than usual, though I’m sure that’ll change soon!!
**1/10: **My neighbors are really kind! Despite it being such a small town they all seem very happy, can’t wait to finally settle in ^^
**2/16:** It’s been over a month since I’ve moved here, for some reason I can’t...
Ba- thump, Ba-thump,Ba-thump, Ba-thump—
The sound of my heart beat ringing in my ears, the sound of the wilderness and wind blowing in the trees, the sensation of blood flowing down my face.
Disoriented and dizzy as I gasp sharply in my wake, my consciousness returning to me like a tsunami wave clashing down onto shore, my eyes flickering around as I quickly prompted myself up off the tree grogg...
Julia bites her nails, replaying the moments over and over in her head, tear stains already visible on her face full of acne, blood seems to have already dripped from her nails onto her old bed sheets, the musk if her room dulling her sense of smell as she falls into a daze once more muttering softly to herself. “Why, why, why, why, why, whywhywhywhywhywhywhy?”
She takes a deep breath, hands reac...
“What’s in a hero? A hero is a role model, protector, and sometimes just a random stranger on the street” He muttered softly as his fingers ran through his hair, the blades if grass poking his skin as he laid down and watched the stars beside his childhood friend’s grave.
“Yet.. despite being the world’s most powerful and influential hero..” His voice broke, unable to keep his tears from swelling...
“Don’t make me repeat myself child, you’re not participating in the competition, you can’t even complete mere training.” His mentor’s voice dropped, gruff and mercilessly picking out every minor mistake and mishap the boy made as he glared at the young hero.
“You ensured and convinced me that you’d be able to demonstrate your ability to perform exceptionally.. though, with your current performan...