![[Enter Title Here]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A girl of about 15, Lane, who wakes up one morning, her sister dead.
|
|
The next page of the music was flipped and the sound of it was like an orchestra. Every movement and sound in that room could make anyone paranoiac. T..
|
|
Needle
And
Thread.
So
Cliché.
Like
Birds
And
Bees.
Like
Ignorant
Children.
Like
Knife
And
Skin.
One
Cut.
O..
|
|
How do shadows
Look so alive
Bouncing off the walls
So careless
Yet still so
Full of life
Relented
Peaceful
She wishes she c..
|
|
Inever really believed the whole phrase "Don't judge a book by its cover". Yes, I know that if someone is overweight, for example, you shoul..
|
|
I am pushed forward
Into the scary building
Kindergarten
I am alone
At the playground
Just swinging
Talking to myself
A voice cle..
|
|
Almond eyes lock on mine
My body quivers without demand
Your beauty
Too much to handle
Yet here you come
Walking toward me
Your almond eyes
Sti..
|
 |
“If you hate me so much than just kill me!” I screamed in Daniel’s face. “What?” He asked, anger forming on his face. M..
|
 |
I walked into my room, and grabbed my phone off my bed. As I was heading downstairs, my brother, Lucas, walked out of his room. “Hey, sis, where..
|
 first  prev 1
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This