December 22nd, that was the day I became an orphan. He died in his sleep, at least he died peacefully. 3 days before Christmas who will be their to sing carols and share stories with me?
The only thing I have left is mourning for my lost. Every night I sleep in my own corner untouched by no one but, but father and I.
Everything brings back memories, but not all of them are the best to remember. Everything moves in slow motion. Will it ever speed up?
I have lost track of the days after his death. Anita and I have rarely talked, for we are still both mourning.
Our rations seem much bigger than before, but I know that its my imagination, for I have no appetite.
Why dose it feel like the world is against us? Are we that sinful? will we ever have a happy ending?
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Hello readers, I have a favor to ask you... is it okay if I advertise? If it is a yes keep reading, if not go ahead and move on.
Here are my friends stories that they wrote, I personally love these, it's my overdose (only a couple people might get that).
Unhappy Thoughts
(bluecrush235)
Amnesia
(Kuunanelahiwahiwa)
--I hope I spelt that correct!!--
Living Off Lines
(im_awkwardly_weird)
Any way that's all for now, until tomorrow
- your author
YOU ARE READING
The Other Way Around (on hold for MAJOR editing)
Historical FictionI always yearn for someone to talk to me and comfort me, but that's what I'm doing for the others
