The MessageBehind a curtain,The Message
covered in doubt,
is a little girl,
just waiting to shout.
She has so much to say, But doesn’t know how. She just knows she has to get it out, And she has to get it out now.
Being hurt for so long Just over and over again. All this little girl really needed Was one good friend.
She thought and she thought, About how to make things better. And the only thing she though of Was writing a letter.
The letter contained More hurt than ever expressed. Who could really blame her For doi
The Start"Joslin", I heard in the background of all the chaos surrounding me, "JOSLIN!" Looking up from the mess in front of me, I look around for who is calling my name. Noting the somber faces of cops around me, I can't seem to find the owner of the bellowing voice. Deciding to get back to work, I look down and try to concentrate on the massacre that is in front of my face.The Start
The bodies of a young man and woman were tangled together in death the way lovers might be in life. It was beautiful and yet grotesque at the same time. Who ever said that there was no beauty in death, was wrong. Even the vilest acts can cause beauty, and as sadistic
BrennaShining stars glare innocently down on a seemingly ordinary child. A 7 year old girl was rushing down the street with tears silently sliding down her cheeks. Her name is Brenna and this is her story: 1991 “Brenna, girl, get back here and help me get these boxes out of the car. Don’t make me call for you again!” Glancing away from the ladybug in the grass, Brenna looked hesitantly at her father. To defy him would bring pain and cause him to change moods, which was nevBrenna
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~Hmm, I seem to be getting the hang of this.~
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