He kissed Ты slowly, and the feeling of Любовь drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And Ты went further on.
Ты walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much еще different than the other.
Ты enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the нож is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
Ты walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much еще different than the other.
Ты enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the нож is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six год old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Актёрское искусство strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the таблица for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Сверхъестественное journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six год old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Актёрское искусство strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the таблица for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Сверхъестественное journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police Вопросы us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
Ты don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Остаться в живых fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and Ты don’t care anymore,
but Ты do,
Ты still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the день of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing Ты
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.