-iF hE WOn't SaY iT...
He never said anything. She knew that he cared, he loved her. But she thought he was hiding something, and she didn't like that. She was too scared to ask about it. But, she knew she had to, or it would be the end. She bought a dog for him, as a peace offering, in case it would be something that would make him angry, if she asked. She asked him...and he said..."I'm glad you asked." and there was a long pause...then he finished with, "Of course i do, I love you.
-iT'S WHat shE yELLed-
There once was this box. There once this girl. There was a dark and stormy night. There was this girl in this box, on a dark and stormy night. She'd cry. She yells, "Why can't you just write it down with the blood I'd shed for you!?". Nobody understood why she yelled that, but everynight, the people would fall asleep to her cries. Even through the thick castle walls her cries could be heard. It was no use getting rid of her, becuase she'd always come back. She doesn't disappear, she doesn't die. She had these eyes that could see into your soul. One look and she'd know your intentions. She would never say anything but, "Why can't you just write it down with the blood I'd shed for you?!" What did those words mean? Why did she say them...They are words, not easily forgotten, screamed with such emotion, carried with so much pain. Those words burn in your brain....they could make you go insane...
-How ABOUT A LiTTLe sEcreT
He gave me this rose once. It was so nice of him, he never had to, but he did, just to let me know, that he was thinking of me. It was the little things that meant alot. I never wanted anything big, nothing elaborate. Like Valintine's Day, that's just so damn clishe, I hate that. I'd so much rather get something, or even nothing, but just something as simple as a kiss, just telling me that he loved me. To me, it's always the little things that matter most.
-kiLLs
On the road, to the right of the pumpkin patch, stood a doll like figure. A girl I once knew, would go out, and sing to it everynight. Everyone in town, knew she was mildy retarded. No one bothered her, and she bothered no one. She had this twin brother. Who hated her immencely...Becuase of her, he thought, I am so unpopular. He was constanly made fun of and laughed at. The teacher was of no help, because,she would usally initiate the verbal attacks on the young man. The boy, even blamed his mildly retarded sister for the infectious skin disease he had. His sister, appeared normal. Except for her sudden twitches from time to time, and how she sang to the doll like figure in the pumpkin patch. He thought, other than that, she could be normal. So, one day, after months of planning, he decided, I am going to kill that doll like figure in the pumpkin patch...and so....he did. Fine.
