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A collection of storytelling

the outcome of our writer's workshops

Death’s Pale Horse

8/9/2016

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Feeling the leaves beneath her crunch, the sounds almost like the bones in her body her persistence being the only reason for her to live and the hands guiding her to safety. The emotions escaping her as she struggles to be free and maybe join the ones she lost not so long ago. The woman who caressed her to life is the only reason for her to go on. Her leaving like an arrow through her heart, ignoring the melancholy feeling she knows she must go on. The hands of her mother are long gone but the warmth will never fade. Words are a lost to her as she listens to the leaves under her feet. The moments she once had are long gone but still fresh to her much like these woods her past is a mystery.
Going Merry
Tears upon tears here my kingdom go an abyss and anxiousness hurts me. Death upon my door ready to take her the innocence and pain awaits her not knowing mercy.
WHY I HATE AFRICA
I sit right near her watching them slaughter my neighbors and feeling the hands of my mother hide us away from the evil in this world. I hear the men and woman in my village cry I was only two years old when I saw the a dead bodies the after effects are still with me. I wake up seeing shadows of people. I am quite sure I can still hear their voices, but the voice of my mom always soothes me it's my only grip to reality. and I don't tell her about how I saw them and I still remember their faces like there waiting for me to follow them. My mother was thirteen when she was married it was against her and my grandfathers will you see my grandpa and grandma were separated so my grandmother didn't like my mother specifically her she married her off to my father for 20,000 KS my grandfather was furious and never talked to my grandmother since then. He hates my father because of what he did I too on some level hate him. My mother loathes my father's existence but she loves us and my cousin who lives with us. When we were old enough my mother decided to divorce my father they never really liked each other in the first place. I've always loved my mother and we all knew she was doing it for us because they would always yell and bicker so much one time child protection almost took us away. I've seen my mom cry before it made me angry knowing that my father was the cause of her suffering and I was happy when he moved out but I know why my father acts that way after all he experienced war and loss more than all of us my mother means a lot to me so much that I would betray anyone for her. My mother is the only father and mother in my eyes.

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