Elise Anne
my dream is to be an author one day, so why not start here!! :)
Elise Anne
my dream is to be an author one day, so why not start here!! :)
my dream is to be an author one day, so why not start here!! :)
my dream is to be an author one day, so why not start here!! :)
“Hand it over, now!” he demanded.
So inconsiderate of him. Seems as if I’m simply just another doll to add to his collection. And yet people say we are a “wonderful couple” and we’ll “experience a lifelong relationship”…yeah right.
You know, I didn’t even have a choice. He instructed me to fall in love with him or he would kill all whom I love—my family, my friends…everything. Am I scared for wh...
A plank missing here, a plank missing there…why am I here again? Ohhh right because I believed the pictures online.
It’s new, the lake that is, for me. I usually settle for my comfortable lake I’ve been to since I was a kid…but nope! I had to be adventurous and explore a new place.
Gosh this ladder’s rickety…better than jumping in for the first dip!
A single toe to touch the surface…surprising...
A curse laid on me—one that only exists in your worst nightmares
I may be beautiful on the outside, yet I’m filthy on the inside
“You’re the prettiest girl in the town” they say
Yet am I really? Because if they were to know the secret lying in front of me, surely I would be hanged
Here I am, staring at myself in the mirror, longing to have the slightest bit of beauty
Yet all I see, though, is...
Blood. Yes, blood. In fact, handprints formed by dripping blood.
I quickly scanned the narrow path for other signs of danger—nothing so far. I was running out of time.
A scream and a thud caused my pace to quicken—I had to survive this once again.
A yearly occurrence, this was. Me at age sixteen and other girls between ages thirteen and eighteen trapped…trapped in this game merely created for ...
Flashes of blue and red blur my vision. The sounds of sirens pounding in my eardrums. This must be a dream.
Life was snatched from him because of me. There is no one to blame but myself.
Waves of guilt begin crashing over me as if I’m a drowning surfer. I’m suffocating in my own sins. How could this be? He was just here five minutes ago.
“I wish you were never born!!”— the last words I said to...