foxtail07
departure is a much-needed element in life. If you do not depart yourself from something or someone you will be lost in a void of unhappiness and inferior emotions.
Jealousy swept over me in a wave of emotions. How come SHE got to go and I didn't?! I got a better grade than her, and yet the teacher said that she did better. In my opinion, an A+ is better than a B-. And yet she "the O godly" got to go to the pizza party. I'm pretty sure the teacher hates me. I remained friends with this girl, but the teacher continues to make unfair remarks and rude comments. All that stopped when I told the school principal. She was fired the next day.
I ran as best as I could to get away from him. This was not his normal jokey self. This time he was serious. what would he do to me if he caught up? I bypassed the restaurant down the road, now running down its alley, I knew I could jump the fence, and lose him. I glanced behind me. Still there. As usual, we would not give up, neither would I. I wouldn't withstand his icy grip any longer.
I looked at the mirror to fine red marks where the tears had run down my face. I couldn't stand this any longer.
A few hours ago, before I had locked myself in my room, my husband and I were having a heated conversation. This so-called "conversation" had turned into an argument. We were screaming at each other, the echoes of our voices ran off the kitchen, though thought raced through my mind; Should we get a divorce? The children don't go near him anymore... I wonder what he's done to hurt them, either mentally for physically. I couldn't hold it any longer.
Now, I picked up the phone to call my parents. I had to stay at their place with the kids until the dust has settled.
She watched as the fat red squirrel perched on one of the branches of the oak tree, wishing that she could be as free as a bird or a squirrel, free to roam the world, without the millions of problems that she would make her grave.
She watched as the fat red squirrel perched on one of the branches of the oak tree, wishing that she could be as free as a bird or a squirrel, free to roam the world, without the millions of problems that she was drowning in.
I looked deep into my soul, trying, desperately to find the memories of my real self, needing, wanting someone to pull me out of the ocean of my own troubles and memories, that was drowning me.
The man showed the boy a spiral. "You see, this is a shape of the unknown," he said.
The great elm tree stood up tall in our backyard, It was beautiful. Its leaves shone brightly under the bright sun. I would walk up to it and have lunch under its shade.
The mother spooned her baby, and held it tightly. She sang a to it, while she thought: I am the luckiest mother in the world.
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