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"Here you go, Margaret," said my father. He didn't hear me say that I'm okay. I stared down at the unstable cereal and touched the cold bowl.
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There was once a time in which the light at the end of the tunnel burned out. Hope was lost and faith took the first flight out of there. Lex was past her desperate point when
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In today’s society, very few people actually care about their fellow man. One person could make a huge difference to one, or many, human beings.
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Sexual Abuse
“No one should have to fear the shadows, but sadly, many do.” This quote was taken from a website about various types of abuse. In my opinion, it sums up sexual -
Emotional abuse can take many forms.
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Verbal abuse, in my opinion, is one of the most damaging forms of abuse. It severely damages one’s self-image and scars one’s soul. It’s an extremely cruel form of abuse. Many
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Physical abuse is the most visible form of abuse which may be defined as “any act which results in a non-accidental trauma or physical injury”.
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Abuse is a harsh word. Not many people like to hear it, but it’s something which must be discussed in today’s society. Abuse takes a toll on self-esteem. The ab
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“C’mon Alex,” Marisa’s eyes look pleadingly into Alex’s. “Just one bite, okay?” I won’t make you eat any more than that.”
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In the process of creating this book, a number of people have been enormously helpful to me and deserve special acknowledgement.
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Ever since I was a small child, I dreamed of going to Sea World. Ten years ago, my dream came true. I saw every show, and rode every ride I was tall enough to board. I even too
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The time is 1964. Thge month, November. I am in my mother's womb and will be pushing my way out in a week.
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Five, four, three, two, one...
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I walk out my apartment door and carefully shut it. Walking down the blue-grey hallway, I think to my self, "Life must get better than this". Well it just has to. Letby pixelated nonsense 300 words, 4 comments, on Oct 10 4:10 PM 2004. In Depression
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I slam the door once again to the face of the cruel outside world. I am again locked in my inner sanctuary. My dark room, my space.
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It seemed the sun had just set minutes ago as it began to rise in the East. She sat at her window, the breeze rippled the curtains, and her long wispy hair as tears flowed sile
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A caterpillar inches its way down the bark of a rough and hard life. Slowly it traveled a long distance, looking back it can see the gap needed to be much wider
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