January 2012
7 posts
Alena and Coen
Blindness. Confusion. Fear. Out of everything rushing through my terrified body, blindness was the most intense. Wait. Not blindness, but light, so much direct light that I felt blind. Slipping in and out of consciousness, I was having a hard time holding on to reality. Something rushed up and smacked me, my ragdoll body slipping under an inescapable pressure. I could feel myself, a mere thread,...
It hurts.. just when I think I'm free from his...
the first thing i have ever written! :D
I ran away when I was fifteen and a half years old. My father died when I was five which triggered my mother’s alcohol addiction. My mother had passed out on the couch with a vodka bottle in her hand and the TV up loudly. This was my chance; I grabbed a duffel bag and packed my favorite clothes, a toothbrush, and my high-top converse as I was wearing slippers. Walking over to the dresser, I picked...
quickwrite - November 14th, 2010
my lastest story :)
Pain. Fear. Uncertainty. So many thoughts racing through my mind. Blood? Where did this come from? What happened? A searing pain flashes through my head. I touch the back of it and my hands are immersed in sticky warmth, u pull my hands back and they are covered in thick, red blood. Why am I covered in blood? Where am I? I look around for hints but all around me is forest....
quickwrite from back in 2010
omg <3
i stand there.. at the end of the pool. i know its my time. my two friends accompany on either side. one that has been there all along and another that i recently befriended. one grabs my arms and another grabs my legs and they swing me into the pool. by now all evil has been warded of to the brinks of the pool, unable to touch something so pure. there is a light descending from above,...
something I wrote back on December 5th, 2010
the epic story of Alena Candice Johnson
She sits on the cold, unwelcoming stone floor in the small bathroom, leaning against the tub. The shower is running, steaming up the room and fogging up the large mirror directly in front of her. That’s good, she doesn’t want to see what she’s about to do. Her delicate body of fifteen years old quivers as tears flow from her bright blue eyes. Perfect black...
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first quickwrite on heeere! (:
I slammed the door shut and made my way up to my room, my sanctuary. Unfortunately, it was up on the third floor. On any average day it would have been no problem, but just one look at me and someone would instinctually know that today was no ordinary day. The walk up was its own odyssey. With every step I took I broke down a little more inside. A simple task took such a drastic toll on me. The...
