The streets
They hold so much evil
So much violence
But it's my home
They call me Monster
With big Yellow Eyes
But do they understand me?
I'm forced into this terrible life
Do not judge me
My family cares less for me
Then for the children I capture
Call me Monster all you want
I'll try not to break down
You see through me
The real me
Would I die like most of you because of this?
No
I'm much stronger
My fate in god is much different.
He lives in the heavens
But to me
He is a bird
With giant golden wings
With talons he watch so carefully
In order not to hurt those he loves
Consider me crazy
But if we humans need to become angels to go to heaven
Then do the birds reach the heavens way before us?
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The Hidden
General FictionWhen 3 people and one owl have magic and join up together, what happens? Figure out in this story! Feather, a girl with a terrible past of kidnapping, and her psychopathic parents, Nut, the boy who was abandoned and lives in a sewer, Rose, the girl...
