It Was Cold That Day by xXTara-AngelXx, literature
Literature
It Was Cold That Day
It was cold that day. I remember because the winds whisked past my face through the small cracks and holes in my broken window along with small droplets of gelid rain shooting like bullets onto my cheeks. I lay on my bed, buried in a bundle of blankets, shivering as my own tears blended in with the rain beading down on the roof over my head. I remember this day because it’s the day I learned what a hurricane was. It’s the day I learned what my first fear was; murky weather and heavy winds. As a five year old I was naturally small in size height wise, standing at a mere four foot two. As the monstrous hurricane soon subside
(Bill Cipher) A Deal With a Demon by xXTara-AngelXx, literature
Literature
(Bill Cipher) A Deal With a Demon
His words stung like thorns in her sides, pricking at her skin. These words held so much truth to them, yet her stubborn nature and current incoherent thinking led her to think otherwise. She tried to shake his words out of her head, but to no avail; they were there to stay.
"What are you fighting for?"
That’s the question of the century, isn’t it? What is there left anymore? Was there any way for her to change her current path into life? Her head burned, singed, pounded, throbbed; an unbearable pain no amount of painkillers could erase. He tormented her everywhere; mornings, school, baseball practice, her
Do I deserve to smile?
For a friend who'll walk a mile
To meet at the mall
For a small while?
Do I deserve a friend,
Who'll stick with me to the end,
Who'll love me for who I am,
And never for who I'm not?
Do I deserve to love?
A wonderful girl
Who'll never leave me
For anyone else in the world?
Do I deserve sanity?
Get rid of the voices within,
For the sake of humanity,
For my sake of my life.
Do I deserve anything?
Have I suffered enough, have I been broken enough?
To get one slice of the happiness everyone has tasted?
I guess not, because then it wouldn't be so rough.
Do I deserve you?
'Cause I don't think I do.
After all the things
Walking in the woods, alone at night.
Every little sound would give you a fright.
Never stop moving, never look back.
He'll rip your heart out; stuff it in a sack.
Run, run, run, never stop moving.
Even if it seems that he isn't looking
Your flashlight's dying, you're out of time.
Look for any landmarks, any little sign.
Run, run, run.
Run for you life.
From up your neck,
To him you're just a little speck.
Don't look back, he's close behind.
Not out of sight, not out of mind.
Just give in, it's easier that way.
Too bad you'll die, knowing you never had a say.
You hold me by my strings,
Controlling my every move.
Making me steal pretty things,
Shoes, jewelry, dresses, and makeup.
Will someone cut my strings for me?
Save me from this future pain.
Do you even care how I feel anymore?
Although your voice is the only thing keeping me sane.
Cut my strings, let me be free!
Don't you see the things I can do?
Cut my strings and we can be free, you and me.
We both can make a new.
I don't want to be your puppet anymore.
The strings are too tight, the actions are too blight.
You've held me in the dark for too long, now.
I need to live and see the light.
So, cut my strings and let me go,
I can be happy wi
It Was Cold That Day by xXTara-AngelXx, literature
Literature
It Was Cold That Day
It was cold that day. I remember because the winds whisked past my face through the small cracks and holes in my broken window along with small droplets of gelid rain shooting like bullets onto my cheeks. I lay on my bed, buried in a bundle of blankets, shivering as my own tears blended in with the rain beading down on the roof over my head. I remember this day because it’s the day I learned what a hurricane was. It’s the day I learned what my first fear was; murky weather and heavy winds. As a five year old I was naturally small in size height wise, standing at a mere four foot two. As the monstrous hurricane soon subside
(Bill Cipher) A Deal With a Demon by xXTara-AngelXx, literature
Literature
(Bill Cipher) A Deal With a Demon
His words stung like thorns in her sides, pricking at her skin. These words held so much truth to them, yet her stubborn nature and current incoherent thinking led her to think otherwise. She tried to shake his words out of her head, but to no avail; they were there to stay.
"What are you fighting for?"
That’s the question of the century, isn’t it? What is there left anymore? Was there any way for her to change her current path into life? Her head burned, singed, pounded, throbbed; an unbearable pain no amount of painkillers could erase. He tormented her everywhere; mornings, school, baseball practice, her
A little boy was in class one day. He raised his hand and said to the teacher, "May I go to the Lost and Found? I've lost something and I want to find it." The teacher let the boy go and he left. The boy wandered the school until he found the Lost and Found. He looked through the shelves, the bins, the boxes, bot alas, he couldn't find what he was looking for. But insisted on looking once again, and did just that. Taking so long for him to find what he was looking for, the school day as already ended and the teacher has come looking for the boy. "Why did you take so long?" the teacher asked. The boy looked sad. "I couldn't find what I was loo
"PLEASE I SPENT SO LONG MAKING IT."
"No, Tosya, I'm an adult, I don't--"
"PLEEEEASE OH MY GOD I PRICKED MY FINGERS SO MANY TIMES SEWING THAT OHMYGODDEACONPLEEEEASE."
I groaned. He got like this around Halloween. It made working with him almost unbearable. Tosya, see, always insisted we play the role of, as he called them, "candy drones", every Halloween. This was to cater to the three children in the apartment complex we were currently occupying. We'd only be there until the end of the month, but I was already itching to have my own space again. Tosya is not a very tidy roommate.
Back to the children. Their ages dra
I'm almost positive no one on here remembers be, lol. Welp, I recently (about a month or three ago) got really into writing and it's become a relentless passion of mine and I've improved a lot. I'll start coming on here more often considering I could use critics on my works. Well, to anyone reading this, hola!
I'll start coming on here more in hopes to making a name of myself. :)
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Bad, bad, bad... I hate when I do bad things... I make people upset. I lose a lot of friends by either loosing it, going crazy, or becoming obsessed with something. But, doing it in public is worse. I've tripped and embarrassed my friend. I've laughed when the joke wasn't funny in front of my friends... And I've worn an outfit that my friends didn't like, or thought it was ugly. Why can't I ever keep a friend? Because I'm a screw-up. *sigh* The park swings are the only safe place... But, I like having friends with me as well..
Sorry, I'm just feeling a bit sad at the moment... Imma go draw things..