Sing With Your Heart
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Última publicación mié, oct 8, 2014
I was told as a child that I was not to speak unless I'd been spoken to. I was told that my opinion didn't matter. So I kept quiet. Never opened my mouth in school, at home, anywhere. People found me weird and didn't understand why I didn't talk. But thankfully, choir saved me.
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Two hearts equal one LOVE.
Sitting by myself, my feet stuck in the cool water of the little stream, I tried, for the ten millionth time, to reason out why I had to have these problems. I was just a normal everyday kid, no better, no worse than most. I didn't do drugs, I didn't smoke or drink. I worried about my grades and my lack of six pack abs and if I was ever gonna get any taller or grow any hair on my chest. No earthshaking stuff, but important to me.Concluida
Dear Diary, He is my angel
It was never easy, especially because ,,,,,,,,it was my fault. So I stopped talking and hid my face to forget everything. Although that would not be the last time to revisit mt past.Concluida
How Did I know?
I was just a girl. The girl who was bullied and picked on for being small and mute. I didn't think I would become what I was now. I didn't even know how I became this way. I was just the girl who never knew.Concluida
Lunch (BBS x reader)
Evan, Tyler, Marcel, Craig, Daithi, Brian, Lui, Brock, Luke, Arlan, and Johnathan are new students at my school. My friend, Shy-who isn't shy at all- invites them to our lunch table. I make one joke, and we're all friends after that. However, just like any other group of friends, there's problems, and I don't think anyone can fix this one.Concluida
Mute Girl
I'm the girl who sits alone at lunch. I'm the girl nobody dares speak to. I'm the girl who is afraid. Afraid of what will happen if I talk.Concluida
Silent Scream
He has a few close friends, I am a loner. He's a "bad boy" and I'm "mute" We both have secrets we don't share with anyone. I don't talk so he chooses to do all the talking for me. Like they say, silence is the most powerful scream. This story might be a bit darker than my other ones. I've wanted to write a story like this for a while. Please enjoy Silent Scream.Concluida
Save Me
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.Concluida
Adesewa the pregnant corper
After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.Concluida
Radio Peace
Don't read this please. I wrote it in the sixth grade when I had a band and was in LOVE with the Jonas Brothers. I just wanted it on my iPod so I could read these memories me and my best friend had writing together (:Concluida
Nobody
Nobody knew me, I was the girl in the back of the room, I would stuff my face into books to avoid socializing, I would observe never talk. There's just one thing nobody knows about me and I hope they never find out.Concluida
Sitting by myself, my feet stuck in the cool water of the little stream, I tried, for the ten millionth time, to reason out why I had to have these problems. I was just a normal everyday kid, no better, no worse than most. I didn't do drugs, I didn't smoke or drink. I worried about my grades and my lack of six pack abs and if I was ever gonna get any taller or grow any hair on my chest. No earthshaking stuff, but important to me.
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