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Dear Daddy,
I thought I’d write you a letter because mummy said that you hadn’t written to her in a while. Have you and mummy had an argument? If you have she really misses -
A girl of about 15 stands on a chair centre stage, hands clasped in front of her. She stands staring at her hands. A soft light shines over her from above her head.
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What makes a good friend? I’ve thought a lot about this, and I suppose a good friend is everything we hope to be ourselves. We all want to
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Answer the questions to yourself...
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Answer the questions to yourself...
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Tears Of Blood
So there I was, in this new ‘home’. Except it’s not home because home was back in New York. Home was where I grew up, where I broke my arm in Central Park whe -
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow -
by darkangel666 300 words, 4 comments, on Jun 27 4:01 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Young adult
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I was sixteen when he was first born. At first I didn’t want him – I was going to put him up for adoption. I hadn’t told anybody – especially not my family. I didn’t even tell
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I was sixteen when he was first born. At first I didn’t want him – I was going to put him up for adoption. I hadn’t told anybody – especially not my family. I didn’t even tell
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My hair was blowing in the wind and the fog was whisping around my feet. It also was swimming on top of the loch. It was a cold night - you could see my breath.
I stood on t -
14th of March 2001
… I was sat under my desk, sharpener blade in my hand, a fountain pen in the other. With tears streaming down my face. The classroom was empty, I could onby darkangel666 200 words, 1 comment, on Apr 7 2:37 PM 2004. In <200 lines -
Chapter Two – The Calling Dream
She awoke and looked at her surroundings. She was lying on top of a bed. The room was bare. The walls were white and the floor was a green-bl -
by darkangel666 600 words, 1 comment, on Apr 3 1:42 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Horror, Young adult
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The Maze
“Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Lizzie, Happy Birthday to you!” -
To Janet Prince,
My name is Jessica Marie Smith and I am 14 years old. I am writing this letter because I want people to know what my dad did to me and my thre -
th of March 2001
… I was sat under my desk, sharpener blade in my hand, a fountain pen in the other. With tears streaming down my face. The classroom was empty, I could only
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