There was a scarred man in a scarred world. He went along, with a large sword, creating more scars on other things; trees, plants and anything his sword could cut. Even though people tried to be friendly with him and be cordial, the emotional scars, the scars on his heart, made that impossible. The physical scars warded most everyone else off.
Titus
I have been scarred. Physically and emotionally. Having gone through so much in life has been very hard on me. I have also seen more than I should have seen. Especially from someone so young. Some may say this is a good thing.
Melissa
“You’ll carry this with you, you know!”
He couldn’t help but shake his head. How many times had he heard that one?
“You won’t be able to sleep at night!”
Poor bastard. Had no idea he’d always been a night owl.
I am a bit scarred by the decision. Is he leaving me for a reason? I can’t help but feel a little betrayed. I know he loves me, but why would he want to be without me for six years? Six years is a very long time. We can do it. I will love him for my whole life.
He hated her. He hated her fingers. So scarred and mutilated. Ugly little limp sausages. Gnarled and disgusting. He didn’t like her touch.
Anna
This is exactly the same word that I got yesterday. Now I feel like I’m scarred with this experience. I love to write — so I’m hoping that this is not the word every single day orrrr,
I will REALLY be scarred. hahahaha And with that — I can think of nothing more.
I was lying in bet one night. I didn’t think I was cold it was summer, but the chillness inside does not go away. Ghosts tormented my sleep, and they would not go away
Jane
The fear was overwhelming. It was swallowing her whole. She was shaking now, she had never seen him like this before. It was terrifying.
What could she do?
She had to get out and soon.
oliver
Tears brim in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. The memories come rushing in like a tsunami, breaking my very being and reminding me that while I have healed from my wounds, their scars remain as an eternal reminder.
TayTay
kjlk;joaidmfl;’akhedoihen
Gena
Let my arms tell my story, the broken and bruised spots blurred, the marks faded, the incisions healed. The story is of growth, love after death, walking through the pain, breaking bad habits. I cannot erase these marks, would not want to: they are mine, my story, my history.
The flames seemed to continue forever, wrapping their tendrils around him like a mother from a horror movie holding out her arms to her child or something.
she was scarred but no one could see where. the scar was deep–buried–in a place so sacred and unknown that an xray would miss it. this was her private place and she alone had access. she preferred it that way.
She was scarred far more than anyone could ever imagine. But her heart was stronger, and she felt more love for life because of it, making her the person she was today.
There was a scarred man in a scarred world. He went along, with a large sword, creating more scars on other things; trees, plants and anything his sword could cut. Even though people tried to be friendly with him and be cordial, the emotional scars, the scars on his heart, made that impossible. The physical scars warded most everyone else off.
I have been scarred. Physically and emotionally. Having gone through so much in life has been very hard on me. I have also seen more than I should have seen. Especially from someone so young. Some may say this is a good thing.
“You’ll carry this with you, you know!”
He couldn’t help but shake his head. How many times had he heard that one?
“You won’t be able to sleep at night!”
Poor bastard. Had no idea he’d always been a night owl.
I am a bit scarred by the decision. Is he leaving me for a reason? I can’t help but feel a little betrayed. I know he loves me, but why would he want to be without me for six years? Six years is a very long time. We can do it. I will love him for my whole life.
The barest sleep of the endless tortures
The jagged lines on my knees and face were once crusty tracings that I couldn’t wait to be rid of. They’ve remained in a faint, withered outline.
He hated her. He hated her fingers. So scarred and mutilated. Ugly little limp sausages. Gnarled and disgusting. He didn’t like her touch.
This is exactly the same word that I got yesterday. Now I feel like I’m scarred with this experience. I love to write — so I’m hoping that this is not the word every single day orrrr,
I will REALLY be scarred. hahahaha And with that — I can think of nothing more.
people can be scarred by injure or by hurtful words. you can be scarred for life by burns.
I was lying in bet one night. I didn’t think I was cold it was summer, but the chillness inside does not go away. Ghosts tormented my sleep, and they would not go away
The fear was overwhelming. It was swallowing her whole. She was shaking now, she had never seen him like this before. It was terrifying.
What could she do?
She had to get out and soon.
Tears brim in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. The memories come rushing in like a tsunami, breaking my very being and reminding me that while I have healed from my wounds, their scars remain as an eternal reminder.
kjlk;joaidmfl;’akhedoihen
Let my arms tell my story, the broken and bruised spots blurred, the marks faded, the incisions healed. The story is of growth, love after death, walking through the pain, breaking bad habits. I cannot erase these marks, would not want to: they are mine, my story, my history.
He ran out of the house, screaming.
The flames seemed to continue forever, wrapping their tendrils around him like a mother from a horror movie holding out her arms to her child or something.
He screamed as the fire melted his skin.
The phoenix was reborn.
she was scarred but no one could see where. the scar was deep–buried–in a place so sacred and unknown that an xray would miss it. this was her private place and she alone had access. she preferred it that way.
She was scarred far more than anyone could ever imagine. But her heart was stronger, and she felt more love for life because of it, making her the person she was today.