I was eight when I first learnt to speak and even now I can only speak in broken English.
Away Beth! G-Go way home Beth! Sarah mimicked.
I pouted and walked away.
Of course this wasnt that bad. I mean it wasnt as bad as constant torture your whole life. It only hurt in my heart and mind. It didnt hurt physically.
I flipped my hood up onto my head.
Go back home. Get lost. They were the two sentences I could say without stuttering or speaking in broken English... They were the words I was made to use the most, my stutter making me a target for bullying, and I could no longer deal with it. I couldnt cope with the torment, but I would get through it somehow... And then I figured out how to. On the 8th of July of this year I figured out how to.
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The Guide
General FictionA series of very short stories. All in varying writing styles. I'd say my favourite is Ravenous.
