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When you hold onto grudges You are petty and small You puff yourself up, tear others down You shrink them to make yourself tall You think the world owes you everything You look down on others with disdain You are filled with hate and venom You take pleasure in causing them pain You are insignificant You apparently have no heart Thinking you are so special But we are indeed worlds…
*I put my muse on a time-out but she escaped...another short story* The tension in the house had been building over the past couple of weeks leading up to this moment. Alice had just come home from working another long 12 hour shift at the hospital to find the sink full of dishes yet again. There were empty chip bags and pop cans scattered across the counters and crumbs everywhere. She sighed, a…
Leo approached the cage, the clip board tightly in his grasp. The whimpers suddenly stopped and went from sounding like a wounded animal to that of a child crying. He frantically flipped through the other pages hoping to learn more about what was making the noise. His eyes scanned down as certain words popped out - mimics and influences, reads the mind. Do not be fooled by it. He decides that per…
“You are nothing but a loser” the tallest of the bullies spat out as he shoved Leo hard sending him across the corridor and into the lockers on the other side. Thomas was bigger than most of the other kids in the school and he knew it. Even some of the teachers were afraid to confront him so he got away with torturing the other students and they tolerated his disrespect when he was in class. Leo'…
The shadows did not try to stop them, did not rise up again, they simply retreated to the surrounding woods and watched silently as the boys left, holding onto the memory of the stitch. The boys returned home with the soup for their mother blissfully unaware that one day they would be fighting for their very own soul, or at least for Noah's. As the days passed by Noah began to change but was so…
*this story was started days ago* “I’m first!” Tommy shouted as he rushed past his brother,knocking him to the ground as he ran towards the swings in the small abandoned park that they passed by on their way too and from school. Tommy was 9 years old with a mop of red hair on top of his head, bouncing with each step and freckles on his sunkissed cheeks while his brother Noah who was 7 looked li…