• WingedRider commented on the post, cinema 2 weeks, 5 days ago

    I ran on the sidewalk through the pouring rain, my shoes slushing in the puddles. Alesina grabbed my arm and yelled, “LOOK THERE IT IS!” We eagerly ran inside. The cinema strongly smelled of popcorn and other treats that you would expect to find in a cinema. Be both sighed in unison.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, keys 8 months ago

    My keys wouldn’t slide into the lock, I frantically pushed, but my hands kept fumbling, I was trapped outside. The thing got closer until I could feel its hot damp breath near my head. My movements got more and more overwrought, as I fought my fear down to slide it in. I stumbled as the key quickly jerked in the lock. Then, I felt its jagged,…[Read more]

  • WingedRider commented on the post, unstoppable 9 months ago

    Unstoppable. Hah. That was it. The word to perfectly describe his madness. There was no point. He could do anything he wants, kill, spare, or let go. That’s why I’m dead now, all because of him.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, departure 9 months, 1 week ago

    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.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, jealousy 9 months, 1 week ago

    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…[Read more]

  • WingedRider commented on the post, bypass 9 months, 1 week ago

    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…[Read more]

  • WingedRider commented on the post, heated 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    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…[Read more]

  • WingedRider commented on the post, stray 9 months, 3 weeks ago

    I ran upstairs as fast as I could. Emotions rushed through me, my adrenaline pumping, I slammed my door behind me. I stared in the mirror. I had become astray of my own mind.
    The air that was clogging my throat became unstuck and a sob broke past my lips.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, care 9 months, 4 weeks ago

    I had deeply cared for my aunt Danny before she had died in a car crash. I hoped that she was happy walking among the stars. And that she knew I still loved her, I couldn’t imagine how my Mother felt losing her sister. I could never cope with having Grace disappear on me. Our family is doing our best to cope with losses. Things happen. You must…[Read more]

  • WingedRider commented on the post, perch 1 year, 8 months ago

    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.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, perch 1 year, 8 months ago

    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.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, spiral 1 year, 8 months ago

    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.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, spiral 1 year, 8 months ago

    The man showed the boy a spiral. “You see, this is a shape of the unknown,” he said.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, blinds 1 year, 8 months ago

    Something to make a room dimmer. “The blinds shook,” Romi said in fear.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, blinds 1 year, 8 months ago

    Something to cover up light, but not all the way. For example, just to make a room dimmer.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, elm 2 years, 9 months ago

    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.

  • WingedRider commented on the post, spoon 2 years, 9 months ago

    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.

  • The man was abundant, but he just wanted more. “what can I do to get more?!” the man asked unhappily.

  • the man became unhinged when he discovered rats in his underwear drawer.