Judged Stories

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poem about a person who is physically one but mentally another. This might be the poem all my pessimistic and introvert friends can relate to.hope u like it.

scary,horror

Look, in the corner of your eye,now look a little closer, when you sit alone at night and see it, just a small glimpse of a shadow or a movement don't look away. Turn and face the truth.

When you pass, you go to this room and wait until everyone that is needed to pass away, to determine wether you go to Heaven or Hell, your fate depends upon on how you treated people in your lifetime.

Judgmental stares and pitying eyes pierced through me, and suddenly I yearned for our steady pace to turn into a quick one. Out of the corner of my eye, I see their hushed whispers as we pass by. "Poor girl." Pity. "Life has been too hard on her." Sympathy. "A pity that the riches ended up with someone like her." Disappointment. I bowed my head as I chose to ignore the world around me and tried to escape the prying eyes. Time seemed to have slowed down as our trek felt a tad bit too long. At last, a pair of black, shiny shoes and a hand appeared in my range of vision. I slowly looked up and met the smiling eyes of an aged man. He gave me an encouraging nod. I took the offered hand and he helped me climb up the vehicle. ------------------------------- A short story written for my club, thought I would publish it here too and hopefully get critiques. - Dani.

"Why can't you just admit that I'm not a fucking bad guy?" "I would if you weren't." She judged before she even saw him

❝I didn't ask to be raped that day, yet I was.❞ And every day they would walk on by me and judge me before knowing me. They would talk and not ask. They would say and not know. • • • #342 in short story! Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

We all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.

A collection of poems. "You're playing with fire And I have a Paper Heart " Copyright © 2015 by Rabja Keot. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Rabja Keot.

Nothing is more frightening than your last journey. Shall I be afraid?

Hey..I was thinking to myself, if I gave the summary, you'd know bits and pieces of this story,but if your really curious you'll read it yourself and follow Jessie on his surprising walk on who he is (; hope you read it. Im really working hard!

I'm bleeding.

Basically my options on anything and everything that will soon cause our world as we know right into the garbage .

Life is not easy for Anastasia Lentonio. Trying ot avoid every obstacle that gets thrown at her over and over again, it doesn't help when she has people using her, a bully that thinks it's fun to physically abuse and while at it, a close one thet is dying from cancer. Yeah, Life is just perfect for her and the ones she trusts the most. They just don't know about us. Copyright Authorised. Authors Note; All cancer related parts are from actual experience. Nothing about it is fake.

A little poem I made expressing how I feel sometimes. I've been bullied all my life, I have many friends and family that care for me and I love them dearly. But this is a darker side of me. I hope you enjoy.