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The cottage in the woods. The pines, the fur, the birch. A small fire in the fireplace. Reds, Oranges, and yellows ripple across the floors and ceilings. Out the windows, shining on the dark wood surrounding the tiny house. Footprints go inside the house as the sun retires to bedtime, so the moonlight can glow softly onto the dim earth. Creatures awaken and fall asleep. Owls question the people, Squirrels rest in their many homes, And coyotes hunt and walk. Moonlight creeps through the trees, making the woods surrounding the cottage ...
The damp earth beneath me, the dark sky above me.The tree-topped forest feels breathtaking from above, but from below, even more exhilarating.The mud squishes under my toes, the leaves crunching under my heel, the rough bark as I pass my nimble fingers over.The smell of wet grass, the scent of the leaves, the smell of the persistent animals fills my nose.The wind moving the branches; the animals hopping from branch to branch, the birds flapping their wings all just quiet down the forest somehow.The wild blackberries and their sweet yet tart ...
(Right after the events of the ending of, "Repeat.") Brandon wakes up in his messy room. He groans and gets on his clothes. He finds a word sentence scratched into his dresser with a knife. Messy, but still readable. "It always repeats..." He looks over at his shoe rack and sees his shoes and empty backpack. Footsteps up the stairs. Ma yells, "Ey! Wake up! Full and busy week. Moody Monday gets out! Vamos! Get out of bed!" He shrugs it off, but as he goes through his day, he keeps finding himself wondering what that means. Did the wor...
Adventure calls to those who answerLife calls to everyone, every day.Death calls to anyone who's given up on life.You can run out into the woods with only your phone and water bottle and have an adventure. And can even have friends over and play game night and experience life. You can go skydiving or jump off a cliff into the water, and see Death.Love calls to the ones that feel lonely.Peace calls to the ones that feel frustrated or sad.Happiness calls to the ones who feel the people surrounding them.You can spend time with family or with a ...
A dark hole in the ground. Lined with stone and a pulley with a rope attached to it. It went down, deep into the hole. I accidentally slipped and fell into the icy water. I find a wooden thing inside the water and climb into it. Shivers down my spine. I yelled for help, but no one came. The icy waters cut into me as I whine, wail, and cry, trying to get someone's attention. So cold. Freezing. My body kept me warm, but just enough to keep me alive. The cold biting into my skin like a small thorn in your foot. It hurts so bad, but you can'...
"Trouble knocks at my door persistently. Stubbornly.Patience lets it in. I groan as I overflow with Trouble that even my patience can't handle.Another week is done, a relaxing weekend now.Silence. Oh Silence.The beauty of waking up without an annoying alarm to jostle you awake in the morning.Snow falls outside.The bluebirds chirp outside, singing gracefully their yearly song.I groan out of bed, and still in my pajamas, walk downstairs to greet my mom, who is making pancakes for me and my brother. Who went to practice."Good morning, Ma.""Good...
**Depicts Blood, and Gunshots.** Hello. My name is Tania Clouter. I’m homeschooled for the seventh grade. Let me explain my situation. My day just has been the same thing the whole week. Oddly, the exact same. But I don't mind repetition and it is the exact thing... right...? doesn't that happen to everybody? Same conversations... But whatever you do one day, it's always the same thing the first day. I'll explain. My day starts off as usual. Monday. I wake up. Birds singing outside my window, my classical radio alarm singing throug...
**Uses Language And Female References. Might Be Slightly Awkward For Men Reading This** My Mother was evil. She was one of the worst mothers. No compassion. Bending my life to fit in hers. When I knew I could control my life, she bent it in different ways, like I was a doll, and she was the kid playing with me. Creating what I said, what I did, and when I did things. I wanted to be a mother who gives instructions, and my child being a pottery artist, who would create his life how he wanted it, with guidelines. But now, I am a mother. M...
**WARNING, MENTIONS BLOOD AND DEATH. LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY** "It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. My feet were tired from walking and running away, and I needed a nap. But I couldn't find a place to sleep. The snow lightly fell, blanketing the floor and trees around me. I breathed in slowly, letting the beauty of it all sink in. I shiver with cold. I press on and continue walking. Suddenly, the leaves rustle behind me. When I looked back, no one was there. A bunny hops out. A small one. It looks up a...
**WARNING, uses powerful language and depicts blood and death**"So, what's the catch, Mammy Two Shoes?"Two people. Sitting there. A light swinging back and forth. Me and him."Loyalty. Forever and ever. Until you die. Which I have faith that you are not going to, bitch."My day was starting off normal. I get dressed for another assassination. But, right as I was driving off, a guy t-boned me.I got knocked out.Now I woke up here. I never knew that Crick had the guts. I saw him in the driver's seat. Well, I think I saw him in the driver's seat.....
The pit-pat of the rain outside fills the room.The bed springs groan, and the sheets rustle.boom, boom, boom. The front door.pit-pat, pit-pat, goes the rain.The thunder outside cracks and booms.Boom, boom, boom. pit-pat, pit-pat."I'm coming!"Boom, boom, boom. Pit-pat, pit-pat."I'm coming, damnit!"thump, thump, thump. Her feet against the floor.Tick, tock. The clock ticks 10.Click goes the lock.creeeeeeeee-The door opens. The rain pouring outside. The thunder growls and the lightning cracks in the night sky.A cloaked figure stands in the door...
It's the first day of middle school. New school, new kids, new community. All the middle schoolers rush onto the bus, or into their cars, to get to school on time. Andrea was one of the "New Kids". She was nervous about going into the Seventh grade. Especially in a new school with new kids, teachers, and homework. Andrea hops into her car, with her mom driving. She shakes and twitches, thinking about the community of kids. Are they going to be mean? What are they like? How are they going to react to me? Who am I going to meet? Where am...
The bell rings through the school. The same sound every day, at the end and start of school. The same kids, bustled through the halls, running, screaming, laughing, flexing, and pranking. Same teachers for each and every boring class. I walk into the halls, but the other kids are motionless. A buzzing sound fills my ears, and I clutch my ears in pain.Everything goes quiet, I am standing in the middle of the hall. I lift my hands from my ears and everything was normal again. Just a little different.What was that?! Am I going crazy?! Oh, I can...
*Trigger warning! Self-harm; mental issues; depression; nightmares; blood description “C’mon Xaphan! Vamos Zarie!” “Coming!” A little girl, with brown hair, and chocolate skin, dressed in a sweatshirt, and sweatpants comes down the stairs. “Ready! Come on Z! We’re going to be late!!!” “I know.” A quiet yet loud voice says as another girl with Black hair, and chocolate skin, dressed in a pale pink dress, with silver shoes, comes down. “I’m ready now!” A knock at the door. “She is here. Let’s go girls.” The mother walks to the door and open...
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