As I am thrust into consciousness
I wake up
To a dark world
I go to school
To learn what, I don’t know
But surely it’ll be helpful later
Right?
And then I am home
I sit down, scroll if I feel pathetic
Read if I feel productive
Yet ether way the dark comes back far to quick
And just as my day was beginning
it is gone
My days are fleeting
And I don’t know how to make them stop
Or how to savor...
A little backstory: I wrote this for an English assignment in school. Like all authors, I see parts of it that definitely need some work. But my family (after they convinced me to read this story to them) convinced my to share it here. So i kinda thought “why not”? Anyways, hope you enjoy.
TW: guns and violence
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Weeks, months, years, oh how long I have been gone! My family must be missin...
Red is the color of roses
Of fires and of blood
Somehow a soul carries it all
As it is burdened by the mind
We trash against our self-made restraints
Uttering words we hope not to achieve
But to prove wrong
It is a promise foraged not in stone
But in the caverns of our undying need
A need for redemption
A burn of passion
Branded to our skin
Twisted in our soul
“Together” you say as you jump
...
I enter the room.
Involuntarily, of course. I have allowed my captor to snare me once more. You’d think I’d have learned by now, which holes to avoid, yet I still fall into them all the same.
The room is dark. Not the cozy, warm kind of darkness you feel just before succumbing to sleep, but the deadly kind. The kind that snatches you from you bed the moonlight, wiry fingers reaching out as they ...
Some nights, when I cannnot escape the voices that ricochet off the walls of my mind, I lay in the grass. It’s cool, soft blades seem to heal my scared body better than any medicine. They are better any bed. The scilence is so prominent it’s like I’m underwater, but instead of fighting for air I’m finally able to breath. I can hear the trees, and I listen to the soft battle of their leaves in the ...
I hide away in the corner
Crumpled on the floor
Tears streaming down my arms
As I plead for no more no more
I don’t know why I’m like this
I cry for such stupid reasons, I know
But somehow that set me off
And my mind screamed for me to go go go
I drag my nails down my legs
Tearing up the skin
But it’s the only thing that grounds me
As I shrivel from within...
Moonlight dances
Through the branches
Leaping and twirling
Across delicate flowers
All is silent
In this hidden crevice of the earth
The chirps and squeaks of midnight creatures
Is barley audible
Tap tap tap
The petals flutter in the air
As fallen leaves
Crackle to the ground
Small droplets of water
Roll down the smooth petals
Racing each other
Across vibrant petals
The sweet smell of necta...
Gone gone gone gone
Is what they all say
They say that you’ve left me
Left my world all grey
Yet I still think you love me
I still think you care
And to prove this to you
I’d really fight a bear
Yes, that seems sane
To fight a bear
Then maybe you’ll rescue me
And see that you care
But why don’t you care!
Why can’t you see!
You really do love me
You and I, we’re meant to be!
But you still just ...
The voices echoed through the dark cavern, slithering up and down the walls.
_Give us escape. Please. _
They got louder and louder each time, until they became an unbearable chorus of wails hitting their crescendo.
_We crave release._
I swiveled around, but nothing was there except for the same darkness.
“STOP, PLEASE!” The words burned my throat, like a brand to wood. I tore at my skin, nails di...
Ellen Reed worked in a simple dry cleaners, in a simple town called Willmen Peaks, and lived a simple life. The most excitement this sleepy place ever got was the missing persons case a few towns over. A boy, age 15, had been missing for a few months now. No one knew what had happened, the last place he’d been seen was his school yard. His name was Will Rasquirk, and, according to the papers, he’d...
