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Ease Your Mind - Chapter One

All I need is your hand...

Rain hit the window, and my eyes traced the lines of water traveling down the glass. Long streaks trailed behind each one, telling the story of where it had been. Every splatter would leave its own reminder behind, letting the person seated know it had existed and where it had gone. I let my finger rest against the cool surface and traced one of those paths wistfully. In truth, I was the tiniest bit jealous. This rain cou...

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Train For Runaways

Where do you go when you have no place to go to?

All aboard the train for runaways, We'll take you somewhere near or far. Now it's time to get away, Guaranteed faster than that stolen car. Jump on board the train for runaways, Escape the world of abuse. We have adventures day by day, Promised not to be too obtuse. Get on in the train for runaways, Now now, don't be shy. Be it to a city or to a quite bay, And no more reasons to cry. Safe inside the train for runaways, Re...

As Jen awoke to a new day and new beginning in South Florida, things back home began to hit the fan as it is often said. Her Mother realized she had not seen her for a full day, which was not uncommon Wednesday through Saturday because of her job. This was Sunday and her mom knew she did not work on Sunday's. She knocked on the door to Jen's room a few times before entering.She noticed that the bed had not been slept in a...

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...

The Desert

a girl is told her sister is really her mother and runs away on holiday in Mexico with a young man.

“We’ve been here before,” said a voice Mary was sure she recognised. Mary struggled to call out to them. Her mouth, dried and cracked from two days of wandering in the desert with no water, only let out a whimper, too soft for others to hear. Catherine! she screamed in her head; but she only let out a sound like a sheep’s bleat. She had thought she had been abandoned in the harshness of the desert. Her body was not proper...