Story -
For the last time
The scream of a little girl was the only thing I could hear, as I awake, tears fell down my face. Dead, a girl fell in front of me, blood all around her, her longΒ blonde hair turned red as it hit the floor. My baby girl, dead.
A man I once loved turn into a psycho in lessΒ than ten minutes. I could tell there was murder in him but this was torturing me. He hit me in the face with his clenched fist. After, all I knew was that a devil was dragging me up,what it seemed to be, a staircase by my hair.
Minutes later, I was dropped roughly to the ground and I heard a knock on a door then a voice of my baby girl for the last time...
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Hi Grace, Nice one. Welcome to cosmofunnel. Warm regards.
Thank you! :-)
wow this was spellbindingly evil. awesome write!
I hope this isn't true? Horrific but we'll written
Hi Grace, what a very vivid image you have portrayed .... terrifyingly dark and evil but hopefully created from your imagination rather than experience..Welcome to Cosmofunnel and look forward to reading more of your work!
Lodigiana x
I have a weird imagination and don't worry it isn't expirence and also I find it easy to write with weird backgrounds!!Β
Glad it's not real. Good poem thoughΒ
That's good to hear as so often people assume that we must all have experienced what we write about but as poets that just isn't the case- we just need a good drop of inspiration, imagination and aspiration! x
This is scary but nicely written...Enjoyed it