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Eleasha Forster Jan 2016
It was the day after the funeral. The terrifying thunder pounded with an immense uproar as faith charged my decaying chariot through the hammering rain. The car jolted- tarnished gates, black as  death glared over me as they drew apart. I began making my way towards my haven; away from any known civilization.
Every week I am going to be posting the next episode of this short story so  I hope you tune in :) Where ever you  are, I hope that you can understand. Writing keeps me surviving. I hope you can understand you are more than capable too.
Monique Sep 2015
I am a unicorn with a sharp horn prancing around, among the dark sky until dawn.
If you see me what a dream not as magical as i seem, then you wonder where ive been beyond all the mist and steam
As i leave without a sound without a crack or thump upon the ground
i will turn to the fiction book i was found
congrats if u got through that no words to explain
i defiantly took rhyming seriously
Monique Sep 2015
Chocolate oh chocolate so yummy
leave it in the sun it will turn into honey
chocolate oh chocolate  you are the best treat
perfect for me to eat
-8 yr old self
Sorry i found this in any old memory box of mine
been writing poetry from the age of 8 haha  must of loved chocolate
NeroameeAlucard Dec 2014
Let's take a trip back in time to when I was still young
naive bit smart, hyper and dumb
I was about 4 years old and on christmas that year I got a bike
when simmer rolled around it was time to learn to ride
So my cousins and I went to the park across the street
we started off slow, I learned to balance on my feet
I started rolling with support, two hands then 1
I was cocky like a spring loaded gun

So my cousin suggested that I do one run by myself
I thought "I can do this now I don't need any help!"
So my cousin pushed me and I started to ride
I lost my balance and into the air I did fly
I landed in the grass but I knocked my two front teeth loose
I was crying like an innocent man headed for the hangmans noose

Several weeks later, after I calmed down
after I got my bandaids for my scabs from that mean old ground
my cousin who at the time was pursuing a career in dentistry
decided I would become his first vict- I mean patient, yes young innocent me.

So he pulled my teeth out, by hand I might add
I did stop playing with them, of that most were glad
but here's something I'll probably tease them about until I'm in my grave
those teeth he pulled out? didn't come back in until the first grade.
Yes this story is the unvarnished truth

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