Innocent Stories

Woke up with the thought of the dilemma that segregated us apart. I felt as if the needles are piercing on my feeble heart. I jotted down everything with a beautiful prospect that my pure thoughts and fondness will bring you back. But, I deleted everything with panic that you may get fierce.The pain and fear of detachment always haunt me. My inner soul shouts for inner serenity, but my innocent heart discovers it's hard t...

Straddling in a secluded room. Scrolling through social media sites, I caught glimpses of my mates sharing pictures together with captions "My roomie"," My constant". I attempted to be social, I am implicated with many clubs and groups. I talk with people, pay them to heed but my opinion and presence are alienated! Am I not alone?  

At 5am my cell door pops, it's time to get my tray. Although life is grim, they won't take it away. My nightmare is on repeat, as days and months pass by. Nobody asked if I did what they said, I can only wonder why. A living Hell I'm living through, please wake me from this pain, I pray to God throughout the day, but he never slows the rain. This cannot be real, accused of such a crime. I do research and learn, this happe...

Steffanie's Micro TheaterScene One: I'm In Love With Her Characters and Costumes: SteffanieA petite, nineteen year old blonde. Dressed in a scruffy short denim skirt, black bomber jacket and black, military style boots. HazelA petite, nineteen year old redhead. Barefoot and dressed in a long, slightly revealing, flowing white dress. (Think classical Greek nymph.) Steffanie's MotherAn attractive, but rather dowdily dressed...

Spread upon the sands of eternity,feeling waves cleansing my soul,washing away agony collected for eons. No longer drowningin the sorrowsfrom my past. Innocent. Pure. Free.

Sick and twisted me Lost in deviant sin The sweet taste of salt The tangy scent of honey Sweat and skin, Water and earth. Sick and deviant me Lost in twisted delight The slap of moving flesh The growl of anguished ecstasy Gasp and breathe Air and fire. Languid soul v. roaring heart Eloquent sigh v. sordid mouth Oh yes, please, Deviant and twisted me. ~ Sweet and delicate me Masked and yet laid bare The innocence of an ang...

“You girls have work to do.” The six Girl Guides reluctantly sloped away from the fence that separated our pitch from the neighbouring one where a group of scouts kicked a football about. They walked past me to the QM tent where I was about to set them preparing lunch and one of them, Gemma, shot me a glare. “You won’t be giving me that look when those boys start giving you trouble.” I handed her a loaf of bread and some...