Poem. I'm no one crying silently in my bed , every one doing there own thing, but me, I sit alone watching time go by. There is not alot I can do, but others for me. It wasn't always like this, I'm saddened by all the mean and selfish people, every day is the same to me, no one listen. I'm not here , I'm just a picture on the wall.

Fiction

ELLIE 's STORY

I walked through the lush field , full of wonderful flowers, I felt free for the first time, after been shut in for so long, sky was blue and the sun was on my face and a light wind danced in my hair. It was nice to be on one's own away from every one here, nature the birds tweeting here, The waterfall of in the distance making a loud roaring noise like a lion, I could of stayed here for ever, but I had to go, I will always remember this place, I will come again for piece of mind. The end.