She walked the streets, not knowing where to go or what to do. Whimpering and still warm, her newborn baby lay where she had left him. She hoped the owner of the tatty launderette would find him when she came to lock up, if no one had found him before. Flickering like a broken slot machine, the fluorescent lights of the launderette provided not enough light for day and too much for night. The baby snuffled in time with ea...
She was quietly lyingMorning light lit the dawnJust watching and waitingNext to her sleeping fawnShe teaches it the waysOf a life in the wildJust her giving guidanceLooking over her child.Caring for her spring spawnTeaching all that she knowsSuddenly found them thereIn a late springtime snow.With just her to raise itThis child of the springThe product of fall trystAlone this child to bring.She does the best she canLike he...
You came to me and curled up in my arms not saying anything as the tears run down your cheek. I look at you and pull you close telling you quietly "I'm here, it will be alright" you stay quiet except the occasional sob. Running my fingers up and down you back just holding you tight until your ready to talk Knowing that if I push, you will just get angry and no one benefits from that, so I just stay quiet and softly kiss...
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 an amazing dad. He treated me like I was a princess. George and Stacy have beaten and abused me in every possible way for as long as I can remember. One day I was a prin...
***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 put this story up here.*** SMACK!"DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID, NO FOOD!" SMACK!I whimper and whisper, "I'm sorry, sir."George grabs me by my hair, drags me upstairs to my room...
**This portion of damaged contains sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.** Miki sat in her kitchen staring at the phone. She wanted to call Alan’s house, but had no idea what to say if he answered. Actually, at the moment, it wasn’t even Alan that she wanted to talk with. Sophia had gotten her so worked up in a blind rage that she stormed out of the house, leaving Dean alone with that bitch. She held her breath, t...
**This portion of Damaged contains depictions of sex and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.** 12 years ago... Sophia MacKinnon stood in front of the mirrors as her mother primped and adjusted her dress and veil. It had taken six months of choking down celery and brown rice and putting herself through boot camp three days a week, but it all paid off as she zipped into that goddamn funnel of a wedding dress - th...
**This portion of Damaged contains depictions of sex and violence. Reader discretion is advised.** Miki surprised herself again by actually attending classes the Monday morning. On Saturday night, as she lay under the covers in bed, she had thought for sure she would still likely be hiding at home for a few days. Maybe it was the exhausting run she did, or maybe it was the delicious Italian food she had later on for dinne...
When Saturday came by, the school kids and their families joined the faculty in the schoolyard for the annual picnic. It was a beautiful day, with nothing but blue skies and sunshine above them. “Thanks so much for fixing the shower,” Miki said as she and Alan set up the tables on the back field of Drummond Elementary. “Feels nice to stand up when getting clean.” Alan bobbed his head and propped up another table as Miki d...
This story contains scenes of graphic sex and violence that some may find offensive and/or disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. All characters, events, and locations are purely fictitious. On an early weekend morning, with a dull, grey haze in the air and before the rest of the quiet street had awoken, Alan Rosetti packed his tools into the back of his white pick-up truck, while Dean watched from the lawn. “Sure you...
