Annie Perks

Budding teen Author and screenplay writer keen for some support ・We’re all bloody inspired

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Annie Perks

Budding teen Author and screenplay writer keen for some support ・We’re all bloody inspired

Writings

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Following

Not The Prompt But…

Annie Perks

1 min read

I wrote you letters.

I wrote you letters that tore open my souls to lay at your feet.

Victim to your words that would scupper those pieces into the air.

My vulnerable soul longed for the sanctity of your loving, to be loved and to love, what is love now?

The words would come.

I anticipated it.

But to what extent, and to what affect, I dared breath out for fear of turning fate in on itself.

Th...

Another Writing Because Why Not

Annie Perks

2 min read

My dearest Bird. These are likely to be the last words you ever receive from me. I wanted to write everything down and not have them spoken in my voice, words that I would not recognise and you may not have listened to. From the second I met you, I knew you were a fighter. You always have been. I saw it and, even though he would kill to admit it, Bear saw that you were always stronger than us. I...

YA fiction

Thriller

Not The Prompt But…

Annie Perks

1 min read

Maybe my loudness was a cry for help.

Maybe.

Not maybe.

Help.

Mental health Helpline, how can I help?

Sorry.

Wrong number.

Numbers and lines.

Lines on the road.

Lines that the planes drew across the blank canvas that encompassed this all.

The drone of the engines could not drown out this silence.

Silence.

My silence so loud I’m shouting.

Shhhh. They will hear you.

Your silence i...

Poetry

YA fiction

Fear Of Those

Annie Perks

3 min read

Jot the promot but first five chapters of book wondered what people thought…

Fear of Those

ONE

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Tables, chairs, the window ledge behind the bay window overlooking the west court.

Six. Seven. Eight.

I’ve never been good at this. Hiding. Not my strong suit.

Nine.

We used to play all the time. All of us. All of us turned to the two of us. Now why am I the ...

YA fiction

Untitled

Annie Perks

1 min read

Run.

Start running and never look back.

Thoughts pacing

Clouding my vision.

Words

Pointless words

Words would never bring him back.

Faults

Blame

My fault

My blame

My burden to carry like a tide crashing to the shore.

The gun shots still rang

Bells ringing

Children laughing

Crying

Screaming

I want it to end

To be over

Do it

Go on

Do it

I dare you....

Mystery

The Tower

Annie Perks

1 min read

Alone sat the maiden in the tower.

Alone with her thoughts.

Alone every day.

Alone rode the knight.

Until he came across the tower.

That held the maiden captive.

Alone flew the dragon overhead.

Watching the maiden and the knight.

Would anyone ever save him?

Alone sat the tower.

Looming over the horizon.

Misunderstood.

A part of the story that no one noticed.

Alone stood the trees.

A wood ...

Untitled

Annie Perks

1 min read

Not the prompt but fuck I need to do this.

She cut me first.

Through those unbroken fake smiles.

Those rushes of anger

She broke her cage and broke me first.

She hurt me.

Deep down where they wouldn’t see

They say they understand my pain.

The pain that lives inside of me.

When I tried

So hard

To end this

I told her

How she’d cut me first.

The smiles were fake

The adrenaline pumped through ...

Behind The Scenes

Annie Perks

1 min read

Behind the scenes

What really goes on?

Behind that mask

Are the faces really shown?

Behind this smile

Do they really know?

What goes on behind my eyes.

Behind my eyes

My spirits talk

Whispers and lies

Screams and cries.

These voices never cease

But I force a smile to crease

From behind my eyes.

The music is blaring,

Too much

Too loud.

The music and the voices grow louder.

The voices ...

Freedom

Annie Perks

1 min read

Her wings beat the pattern into the sky.

Threading the droplets

Beading the night.

The moon was hers.

The sun was hers.

But she sat in her cage.

And no one ever heard

The wings that beat the pattern of the sky.

Threading the droplets

Beading the night.

The moon was hers.

The sun was hers.

Would she ever truly be free?...

Annie Perks

1 min read

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