I am not scared of the darkness,
I am not scared of the silence,
I am not scared of the night,
I am scared of my thoughts that are wide awake throughout the night.
I can do this. He can’t touch me. H-he can’t touch me. The court was silent as my lawyer stepped forward approaching the bench where Ben sat, the orange jumpsuit and shackles he wore had no effect on him as he slouched in his seat. "Now, Benjamin, why did you go after your step sister? Why did you sexually torture Ava in the basement of your parents’ home?” My lawyer turned to look at the jurors shifting side to side to give them a full view of Ben. Glancing over, I watched as the expressions on the women’s faces switching between horrified and disgusted while the men’s seemed to redden with anger. As Ben just smirked, he trailed his gaz...
My name is joelene
and I realize that the following letter will result in immediate disciplinary action never the less in my heart I feel this is the right thing to do . The following letter contains my husbands dying confession , take what you will from it ......ALBERT I love you and always will .....
Wed September 11th
Dear Jo ,
How I miss your gentle touch of your hand and the stolen glances of your eyes. It will have been 6 years next week that I made the best decision of my life and it only took me getting on one knee . It's been almost 13 years since I've seen you , prison is a illusion hell is making you think that I'm here in the first place .
This will be very hard t...
Her eyes betray her lies,
My heart outrightly denies.
Her kisses have lost their sweetness,
Mine have taken a desperate keenness.
She no longer blossoms at my sight,
I guess death's better than this plight.
Pray, make her mine.
I promise to treat her fine.
Will never beat her black and blue.
May be, once in a month or two.
I wake from a nightmare
Praying my horrors have effaced.
Yet The pain still lingers inside my conscience.
I'm left with feelings of despair,
Pure sadness has occupied the state of my mind.
And The suffering has penetrated my heart.
Leaving me to bleed out all the blissful
MY NIGHTMARE: A FICTIONAL STORY
“Oh my head,” I groaned as I was getting up from the couch. The clock on the cable box alerting me to the time. It was well after four in the morning. I remember taking the shooters out and having a few. The flicker of light reflecting off the glass told me apparently I had more than a few. I threw back nine of them and drank the rest of the vodka.
My stomach was a bunch of snakes moving around inside me. They churned relentlessly to the point of waking me up because I was laying on top of them. I rushed to the bathroom to upheave the amounts I spooned down then stroked the cool side of the porcelain. With one wobbly hand I held back the tendrils of my hair, ...
I don't have much time
He is here now
Please run as fast and as far as you can
I can hold off His cold iron hands with the warmth of my heart but when all around is cold my power is overcome
I'm just not strong enough now
No opportunity to cry for help, there's no one to hear
Air... No.. Air
If you find me...
Save me... . . .
God. . .
OH LITTLE PIG
WON'T YOU LET ME IN
I'LL HUFF AND I'LL PUFF AND GET UNDER YOUR SKIN
OPEN THE DOOR AND I'LL SHOW YOU SIN
OH LITTLE PIG
LET ME IN
Sweet dreams 😚 x x x
Words Used :
Toxic, Opportunity, Curve, Blade.
A Lost Dream
I lost a dream as I woke up from my sleep. It wasn't a good night sleep but a beauty sleep which was deep. The clock struck 3 and the wooden cuckoo cooed, it cooed so loud that I woke up in haste. It felt toxic to sit on the bed and not remember it so I went out to breath in fresh air to catch up that lost dream.
I stepped out of the house and took the first curve ahead, it was a road under construction that resembled a dead end. An image flashed infront my eyes, same road and same time, a woman in the same dress as I. The image quickly vanished as I heard chirpi...
Breathing really low in extremely dark mid night, I found shadows of leaves and branches swinging deadly just behind my bed wall. It was full moon night. I heard the waves were crushing the shore as I stepped towards my window.
Just a moment had passed and suddenly something creepy touched my shoulder, with fear gushing down my body my face turned pale. I turned back to figure out what was it that touched my shoulder and found curtains drifting in the motion of winds. I rush towards my bed put on the blanket over me and tried to sleep ignoring freaky t...
I am in that misty place between waking and sleep when the soft
voice of a child sings in my ear. The whispering song is so quiet I can barely make it out, but it sounds desperate, and I want to help.
I try to reach out my hand, but I cannot move. Hoping this is a trick of my mind, I begin to struggle with every fiber of my being. It is to no avail, and the song has grown louder.
A chorus of small children chant to the tune of Ring 'Round the Rosies";
"6 in the corner
Listen to her weep
Fox touched her hair
How long will she sleep
Under the cold earth
The song strikes a panic in my heart, and I strain against my invisible bonds with everything in me.
"5 in the corner...
Next year on Halloween l will be myself bc there's nothing scarier than that.