Angel with robes of whiteAnd ever so pure at heartYour beauty is givenCompletely free of chargeYes, angels are majesticCompletely worthy of aweThe angel with the most Beauty is the angel GodHolds in his armsNo, God doesn’t love herAny more or any less tha...
It was late 2008 and after an argument with her partner over typical relationship issues, in this case finances. She was taken up to the local emergency department by an ambulance, as she had two cuts on her head, blood running down her face and bruises o...
"No turning back," I whisper as the front of the bus comes into view. I wrap my arms around my waist cautiously as I approach, a frown forming on my lips as I see red and blue lights glisten on the side of the bus. "They didn't," I say in disbelief. But s...
Tears running down my face As I place ice on my lip Trying to reduce how much it will swell As the corner of my right eye starts to bruise, Trying to work out what I did? And also why you think this is okay? Trying to get out of the way, Like I've heard...
They were quite poor. Mommy had been abandoned by Daddy. Her family did not care to help her, expecting her to make her own way. She did what she had to do. She worked. The children dealt with it. Latchkey kids they call them now. Their clothes and breakf...
"Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife, the blood flows as she cries..." The Way She Feels by Between the Trees. silver blade porcelain skin life fades oh what a state I'm in red blood black hole what person would think this is my goal? knife...
Scarlett had gotten off early from the diner she worked at as a waitress. She was glad to get off work early to surprise her husband. Things had not been good between them for a while now. Rick had lost his job a year ago and had started drinking again. D...
My name is Amanda Fitzgerald. I lived with my foster parents George and Stacy Smith. What happened to my parents you ask? My mom died giving birth to me and when I was 5 my dad died in a car accident. A drunk driver hit him and he died upon impact. He was...
She slowly walks into the dark forest wiping the tears from her eyes. The tree tops filter the moonlight casting an eerie glow through the branches. The brambles from the vines at the base of the trees are ripping at the bottom of her dress. She hears som...
When I was growing up, Laws were just too lenient, My mom would beat my sisters, And me, we were convenient, She'd say "your a loser just like your father, I'd cry for help, But no one would bother, I never had a friend, It was just too risky, My...
***Hey guys this is my first story so please be honest with me. Tell me if it sucks (I think it does) or if it's good. But don't act all writer god on me. Also I would like to thank Cal (frogprince) and Gwen(Rebellious_Soul) for giving me the courage to p...
Clarissa was an abused housewife. Anyone who saw her could tell that. Not that anyone ever saw her anymore these days. No, her husband, Shelton wouldn’t allow that. He barely ever let her step foot out of the house anymore. He said no one would want to lo...
She lays in bed looking up at the ceiling. Her mind whirls with words said by her "amazing" boyfriend who she's so "perfect" with and the normal events of the day. He was so abusive, verbally and at times physically or sexually. She really just wanted to...
I rode my white mare past where Mary lived. The trailer-house looked like it had been dropped accidentally in front of a gray barn. She came out to the white dirt road to talk to me. Her two little brothers stood in the yard and stared. I never rode past...
