Åse Aamodt-Hansen
Writing is a way to get my thoughts down on paper, whether I realise it or not🌟I love it
Åse Aamodt-Hansen
Writing is a way to get my thoughts down on paper, whether I realise it or not🌟I love it
Writing is a way to get my thoughts down on paper, whether I realise it or not🌟I love it
Writing is a way to get my thoughts down on paper, whether I realise it or not🌟I love it
We had always dreamt about the perfect future; a big red house, perfect for raising a big happy family together. When Tyra became pregnant we knew we had to start making our dream come true.
Hand in hand we walked together, down to the ran down pier. Almost as the moon guided us towards it, and it’s reflection in the sea. The old wooden panels squeaked below us, but Tyra’s steps were steady as ever. She was ready to risk EVERYTHING for the good life we so desperately longed for. We squeezed ourselves into the rowing boat. There’s had to be ten-fifteen of us, at least. Tyra’s hand squeezes mine, reminding me of who and what we are doing this for.
We’d been rowing the boat for what felt like months. I don’t know how long we’ve been travelling for, but our food ran out two days ago, which had an impact on Tyra. She needed to be eating for two, but didn’t get any nutrition at all. She stopped rowing, she had no energy at all. She looked dead, yet breathing and groaning every now and then.
Food ran out four days ago and rowing is done in turns, 10 minutes then switch. Energy is low. Some have already passed, and some have been thrown overboard. There are eight of us left. That’s when they decided to get rid off some dead weight. "Look, we can’t carry any extra weight, you’re not doing your share" "Your baby is probably dead at this point anyways" After those words were spoken, they threw her overboard. They threw Tyra overboard. My Tyra. With my unborn baby. My entire family, just chucked overboard like they meant nothing. I immediately jumped after her, but she was sinking.
-Swim! I urged her. But there was no use.
Crystals floated around her and her skin sparkled in the light. I could see the diamond tears covering her cheeks; she knew as well as I did that we wouldn’t survive this. We hugged tight and enjoyed our family as we sunk to the depths of the ocean, together as one.
Dear diary,
He definetly noticed me today! I wore a bold red lip today. I know, a bit ..out there, but then again, it looks so fucking hot. He kept staring in math today, I even spoke in class to make the stares more frequent. I couldn’t stop staring into his bright blue eyes, they are as mesmerizing as the ocean and it’s wonders.
March 14th 2023 I haven’t written here in a while but this chick is driving me insane n I wanna get my feelings down on paper. She stared all the fucking time, as always, but today she wore this bright ass RED LIPSTICK. It was all over her teeth, n smudged at the end of the day. I couldn’t stop staring, it looked horrible. She looked like my grandma. No the lizard from Sing. No the snail from Monsters Inc. Anyways. She kept speaking in maths. Like no one cares, shut ur annoying ass up. I couldn’t stop staring at the stained teeth. Gross.
Dear diary,
I’ve worn the red lipstick all week, since he seems to like it. I even wore a crop top today, his eyes were wandering, if you know what I mean ;)) We are definetly sending each other signals, maybe I’ll ask him to hang out tomorrow.
March 18th 2023 She is the literal definition of "Lipstick on a pig". She keeps wearing the red lipstick, mabye to avert attention to her ugly ass face, but she also wore a CROP TOP today. Like- a crop top is not for everyone yk? Her stomach was hanging a bit over the pants. I was so disgusted. The navel was kinda js staring at me like tf. This is enough, she needs to stop trying so hard. Ts js embarassing fr. I’ll tell her I don’t like her tmrw.
She had eyes like mine. She had eyes like mine, a nose like mine, and a smile I reckognize. A smile I once wore on my face, before it faded away, never to be seen again. My baby. My baby, she will always be my baby. She will never have to grow up. Physically, mabye, but her her eyes will continue to sparkle, and her smile will continue to appear. My baby.