

The Greatest Story Ever ToldThe greatest story ever told Was a death.The Greatest Story Ever Told
A murder mystery, a shooting, Abductions and genocides.
Children are stolen like Butterflies caught in nets To be put under glass, Under brick, under dust, under stone.
We once drowned in blood, But now with tattered throats like gills We drink it; no, we breathe it.
Necks colored crimson with the life essence of the innocent.
Hungry maws stuffed with human flesh, Teeth gnashing, gritted together, yellowed and cracked, An act of beautifically macabre cannibalism.
Women ha


Like A StoneI want to be scenery. I want to be like a stone.Like A Stone
Just there. Ev er yw he re. But nowhere.
Never move... Like a stone. Steadfast. One place. One time. One self. Nothing else. Nothing else...
I am free. Free from shadow things, that is.
Free dom is not for me.
But I digress...
This man is the reason why. Reason why I cannot die? No.
This man learned how. Learned, broke it, them. No longer have a hold over me? ... Maybe.
I write this. I


When You Touched MeI remember when you touched me. Like a sick joke, you touched me. Like a broken recorder, making scratching sounds and raspy buzzing gasps AS YOU TOUCHED ME.When You Touched Me
I remember you saying, "If I was younger, I'd go all the way with you". I remember you whispering "I love you" on the couch in the dark, Holding me steady at the waist with one hand, Caressing my neck with the other as you ran your tongue along my throat. As you touched me.
I remember you making me promise not to tell About what you did to me when no one else was looking. I remember your eyes: how they sparkl


SometimesSometimes the world seems so far away; Sometimes I feel like it's far too late To end all the pain-- To end all the pain and still be alive. But now I know How far you'd go Just to show me I am loved, Down here and above, Never alone in this fearful night. How much you care And never would dare To change who I am. Yes, you showed me how...Sometimes
How I am loved.


MomentThe vibration of my phone through my bag seemed to shoot up my leg and into my hands. The shaking started, violently. Mrs. Cromers voice disappeared and I felt a hand pull my shoulder back. He had felt it too. I was gone.Moment
10:18 am
The bell rang for class to begin, but in the corner of the neat classroom I already sat, turned in my desk with my knees to my chest, facing the boy in the desk behind me. Facing his smile and warm jokes. He knew I was scared of what twelve oclock would bring.
The lesson began, Spanish verbs and tenses memorized endlessly. I never learned the word
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