A Mother's Blessing Finally! On the 30th of June was the day; the day Susan left the state of depending on her parents to depending on a man. She was do scared of living with a man because of the maltreatment

They called it the brotherhood when he first arrived. He was eighteen and fresh out of high school. He loved the sound of it. Everyone preferred saying it. No one mentioned monk anymore, only the priests

The father comes and goes. Each day, he will walk into the room and stare at the boy lying on the bed. That was years ago for the boy is a young man now. But the father hasn’t stopped. He doesn’t stand

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A Break In The Monotony Her cheeks blushing as pink as her protruding tongue, Shansha tugged on her hoodie. “Come on Dekie! We’re gunna miss the buuuus.” She drew out the word, her intonation hurrying

I remembered his insults, the beatings, the bruises. But with my overall to hide what's left of him behind my head,and my tongue out, which the whole world felt was my signature, but instead was a message;

It’s time. I’m sitting inside a tent staring. I’m trying to think but my memory is fogged. I’m thirsty. Outside, the sun is setting. I stand and leave the tent. It’s getting dark in there anyway. Down

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I’m Betty, i am 17 years old, i am a pretty smart girl but everyone calls me “four eyes” because of my glasses. It's not my fault that my eyes are in a poor state but to the girls in my school...that's

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Amanda was my bestfriend. We looked so much alike except that she had long hairs. We went to the same school, partied together and we also went camping together. On one of those camping trips we played

It was one look, one look was all it took as Cheryl kissed my cheek. For four long years it had brewed, and I'd simply ignored it, like it wasn't truly there. For Cheryl wasn't just my sister, she was

A Belated Kiss I should have always loved you. Especially back then. She stared at the lone girl in the old photo, the short hacked hair, the hollow hurt staring back in defiance. I know it hurt you. Tears

Mama was the sun, she radiates with love. Mama was the rain,she flushes with warmth. Mama was beauty; a single mother at 55 getting advances from men my age. Mama works,cooks and tells the best stories.

A Mother's Blessing Finally! On the 28th of March was the day; the day Susan left the state of depending on her parents to depending on a man. She was do scared of living with a man because of the maltreatment

“Let’s play a game,” she said. “You’re the angel of death and I’m the angel of light.” I smiled. It was mid morning on a Saturday and we just returned from catechism class. Our Saturday games were always

“Take off your clothes,” I say. “What are you up to?” “Shh. For once, do as you’re told.” I watch her yank off her tank top. At forty-five, she still wears those, and she looks spectacular in them. Her

The night was quiet.. the winds slept, the birds silently hovered, and even the stars were dim. Beneath white sheets, behind closed doors, Heather stirred as familiar hands traced her bare skin. A sigh