With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six سال old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the میز, جدول for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled سے طرف کی something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six سال old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the میز, جدول for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled سے طرف کی something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police سوالات us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the بیئر since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot مزید nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the بیئر since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot مزید nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
آپ don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and آپ don’t care anymore,
but آپ do,
آپ still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the دن of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing آپ
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
ارے Mom,
It's been a while
Since آپ sat اگلے to me,
Since I saw آپ smile
I miss آپ Mom
I wish آپ were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see آپ Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my دل in two
I'll always remember Mom,
آپ taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling آپ Mom
Losing آپ killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what آپ were Mom,
Strong.
In everything آپ said
In everything آپ did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since آپ sat اگلے to me,
Since I saw آپ smile
I miss آپ Mom
I wish آپ were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see آپ Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my دل in two
I'll always remember Mom,
آپ taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling آپ Mom
Losing آپ killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what آپ were Mom,
Strong.
In everything آپ said
In everything آپ did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.