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.
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.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the ہل, لندن
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the ہل, لندن
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo کتیا, کتيا die, bitchy whore. That last تبصرہ doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it کہا roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if آپ want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love آپ Janet. I don't know who wrote آپ love poem rhyme thing but I love آپ too!
