seeing earth

When the wild called me from bridled brittle reverie With a lace cry that seeped into my ears I stumbled in returning To where I came from.

The Hunter

A hunter must feed it.

snatched at night

The day is dawning Theres no way out Iv lost my voice Id struggle to shout That night was dark That moon was bright I lost all emotion I cannot fight

The One

He was always the problem, The one, the bloody one, The bloody chosen one! I had to walk to school, I had to pay rent! Oh no not him, he’s too young, No shit for him!

Judged Beliefs

I believe different, I feel your judgment. Is it less orthodox, or out of context, because it's mystic? If cults obey, doing works of Love Are they fake, or from above

Last Night

Short story. Dark night, hopeless life, car crash, with a twist.

LAST NIGHT

Short story. Dark night,hopeless life, traffic accident but not all is what it seems.......

The earthquake

Told in the first person, the character describes the earthquake as a ghost terrorising the street. I wrote this for my geography homework, so tell me what u think plz.

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