well here is the next part of my story, hope you enjoy x
Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.
3 days earlier.
Alexis sat on her bed, in the dark holding onto a scrunched up piece of paper. It was a day after it had happened, after the secret was out.Her secret. She hadn't told her mother yet, she couldnt not again. Everytime she moved school something like this would happen, someone would ruin it, every time.Another tear slid down her face, then another, soon the balled up paper became soggy and damp. She looked back down at the peice of paper and groaned, ripping th paper up in anger and throwing it across the room. Her whole body was aching, her mind unable to breathe, shebegan to shut down. She hadnt slept lat night and was to scared to during the day when her mother was at work. Her head fell comicaly onto her pillow, she was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
"No, no I didn't..please?" She screamed out in pain, her whole body was tensed, and covered in sweat. She had kicked her covers off, and was shivering, her long golden hair was sticking to her head from the cold sweat. Her mother was allready there, sitting on a chiar in the corner on the ohone whispering in an anxious tone. Alexis thrashed and screamed the dream only getting worse.
"I don't care she is my daughter no matter what uyou say!" shouted Mrs Baker down the phone. Her outburst woke Alexis from her dream and caused her to cry out in realisation, it was only a dream.
Sorry this One is very short but I have to end it here, the next one will be starting from here, day 3, I hope it doesnt get too confusing o__0
Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.
3 days earlier.
Alexis sat on her bed, in the dark holding onto a scrunched up piece of paper. It was a day after it had happened, after the secret was out.Her secret. She hadn't told her mother yet, she couldnt not again. Everytime she moved school something like this would happen, someone would ruin it, every time.Another tear slid down her face, then another, soon the balled up paper became soggy and damp. She looked back down at the peice of paper and groaned, ripping th paper up in anger and throwing it across the room. Her whole body was aching, her mind unable to breathe, shebegan to shut down. She hadnt slept lat night and was to scared to during the day when her mother was at work. Her head fell comicaly onto her pillow, she was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
"No, no I didn't..please?" She screamed out in pain, her whole body was tensed, and covered in sweat. She had kicked her covers off, and was shivering, her long golden hair was sticking to her head from the cold sweat. Her mother was allready there, sitting on a chiar in the corner on the ohone whispering in an anxious tone. Alexis thrashed and screamed the dream only getting worse.
"I don't care she is my daughter no matter what uyou say!" shouted Mrs Baker down the phone. Her outburst woke Alexis from her dream and caused her to cry out in realisation, it was only a dream.
Sorry this One is very short but I have to end it here, the next one will be starting from here, day 3, I hope it doesnt get too confusing o__0
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one day she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The next day at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a home tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had said
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do you think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one day she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The next day at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a home tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had said
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do you think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing you whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize you are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift you once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutes later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing you whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize you are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift you once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutes later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell you who you're not, or who you can never be. what's it take to get you to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would you say, what would you do, if this was your last day? so, you found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think you need to know that, of all the colors that you shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. you should think about what you do, befor you do it, over and over again. i know you feel alone, that know one can figure you out, but you sould know that we just love to see you smile.i know you feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help you come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think you need to know that, of all the colors that you shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. you should think about what you do, befor you do it, over and over again. i know you feel alone, that know one can figure you out, but you sould know that we just love to see you smile.i know you feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help you come back.
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the throne that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if you liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the throne that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if you liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)