Once Upon A Time

I am not sure why I am composição literária this down.I guess I just felt like it, telling my story.It was years atrás and although it was on some papers and local news, the story gradually faded and got forgotten por everyone. Everyone but me, and I know to this dia that what people heard was not the true story.Of course, even then as a small child I knew that telling it would only do mais harm to me than good, I would be called crazy and they wouldn't even try to protect me from something that they would just label the ravings of a demented little girl.
Ten years have passed since, I was a quiet kid, barely...

I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all dia long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent início
when my mommy does come início
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...

I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't pergunta my opinion, because you are wrong.
Whatever you can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am seguro behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And you can't get in. You can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...

Here is the first chapter of my story. I posted the first half like two months atrás but here it is again. por the way this book has two perspectives. I edited the first chapter.

The first day-Athena's perspective

Boy now that I look back at that week it was when my perspective on all things changed. I knew that week was different. The first dia felt off. Just por how I woke up.
"Athena! Get up and get ready for school!" my mom shouted at me
My eyes popped open and I got up immediately and got dressed. This was new for me since I always got up later and refused to get out of cama but I felt like I...

Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, por shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. you could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated por me written bt shakespear

Are you as lovely as the days of summer
But you can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the flores in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed por the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...

Holy crap ..... How? How did he get to school so fast mais important Why is he at my school?
“wait”i noticed a poster behind joshua“ didnt the principal say that we had to wear our uniform tomorow because james got a metal?” I as birana
“we do you sure?”she look horrified
“unless that poster is wrong”i piont out
“hmmm well james did do a good job in that incident”
“bri he saved a suicidal kid...twice the same dia but I guess the principal killed the glory por making us waer that monkey suit dress”yuck I may not know much about fashion but tje dress was just so plain it had...

May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a ano after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret mais than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our anterior location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She...