Angel
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I thought I should add one of my stories on here, there's no sex in this one though so I hope its okay.
Angel
In this world there is no god we can pray too, there's no one that will help. The one's who created you just abandon you even if you cry out for them. Your arms try to reach them but it's too late they are gone. We all die sooner or late so why pray to the stars, when you'll never get an answer…..
No one hears her cry; no one helps her…No one cares. The tears shred a piece of her self when they flow down her cheeks. The sorrow, the pain, the hate is killing her from the inside. She doesn't know what to do..Her life is at a standstill; her heart is empty and can't be filled. There's nothing anymore no hate, no pain, just a empty sorrow that wishes for everything to just end.
"Why?!" "Why did you take him…why!?" the young woman screamed to the heavens as expecting to hear an answer. Nothing but the rain echoed, she collapsed to the floor.
"Why did you take him! Why please god tell me why!?" she screamed once again but her voice faded at the end as she remained crumpled against the wall.
The rain masked her tears, her pain could not be soothed.
"Please give him back..I'll do anything" her pleas to the sky was unheard.
"There is nothing left, if he's not here there's no point in living" She picked herself up slowly, she walked over to the edge of the building. With a final glance to the sky, she leaped off the building twirling straight to the ground.
Yet it was not a short death, as she fell her memories of him flashed through he eyes. And as she hit the pavement she remember the last words he spoke to her when he closed his eyes for the final time….
"I love you…mommy"
Angel
In this world there is no god we can pray too, there's no one that will help. The one's who created you just abandon you even if you cry out for them. Your arms try to reach them but it's too late they are gone. We all die sooner or late so why pray to the stars, when you'll never get an answer…..
No one hears her cry; no one helps her…No one cares. The tears shred a piece of her self when they flow down her cheeks. The sorrow, the pain, the hate is killing her from the inside. She doesn't know what to do..Her life is at a standstill; her heart is empty and can't be filled. There's nothing anymore no hate, no pain, just a empty sorrow that wishes for everything to just end.
"Why?!" "Why did you take him…why!?" the young woman screamed to the heavens as expecting to hear an answer. Nothing but the rain echoed, she collapsed to the floor.
"Why did you take him! Why please god tell me why!?" she screamed once again but her voice faded at the end as she remained crumpled against the wall.
The rain masked her tears, her pain could not be soothed.
"Please give him back..I'll do anything" her pleas to the sky was unheard.
"There is nothing left, if he's not here there's no point in living" She picked herself up slowly, she walked over to the edge of the building. With a final glance to the sky, she leaped off the building twirling straight to the ground.
Yet it was not a short death, as she fell her memories of him flashed through he eyes. And as she hit the pavement she remember the last words he spoke to her when he closed his eyes for the final time….
"I love you…mommy"
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It's fine if there's no sex. I actually prefer it that way... even if I did write that lemon so long ago...
Corrections:
Look at the bolded areas of the quote. Those periods I add, give that part a chance to convey each emotion. Those pauses are necessary, in my opinion.
In my opinion, this was quite the little writing. It conveyed heavy emotions and was well written, if but short.
Corrections:
No one hears her cry; no one helps her…No one cares. The tears shred a piece of herself when they flow down her cheeks. The sorrow, the pain, the hate is killing her from the inside. She doesn't know what to do..Her life is at a standstill; her heart is empty and can't be filled. There's nothing anymore. No hate. No pain. Just an empty sorrow that wishes for everything to just end.
Look at the bolded areas of the quote. Those periods I add, give that part a chance to convey each emotion. Those pauses are necessary, in my opinion.
In my opinion, this was quite the little writing. It conveyed heavy emotions and was well written, if but short.
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I couldn't really get the correlation between the title and the story, but in short I take it as a story about a woman's own despair due to losing her son, which caused her to lose faith in what she used to believe in; ultimately ending up with her own suicide~
quite short of a write-up but I still managed to get the message the story's trying to convey. it's a nice read nonetheless~
quite short of a write-up but I still managed to get the message the story's trying to convey. it's a nice read nonetheless~
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Zandorf wrote...
It's fine if there's no sex. I actually prefer it that way... even if I did write that lemon so long ago...Corrections:
No one hears her cry; no one helps her…No one cares. The tears shred a piece of herself when they flow down her cheeks. The sorrow, the pain, the hate is killing her from the inside. She doesn't know what to do..Her life is at a standstill; her heart is empty and can't be filled. There's nothing anymore. No hate. No pain. Just an empty sorrow that wishes for everything to just end.
Look at the bolded areas of the quote. Those periods I add, give that part a chance to convey each emotion. Those pauses are necessary, in my opinion.
In my opinion, this was quite the little writing. It conveyed heavy emotions and was well written, if but short.
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high_time wrote...
I couldn't really get the correlation between the title and the story, but in short I take it as a story about a woman's own despair due to losing her son, which caused her to lose faith in what she used to believe in; ultimately ending up with her own suicide~quite short of a write-up but I still managed to get the message the story's trying to convey. it's a nice read nonetheless~
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Chapter 2 and 3 the prequels
Life is cruel isn't it?
Why are we born? why do our children die so young?
Where's the love? where's the love we are suppose to have?
I ask you where is it?
We all know what the future foretells, so i am cruel for writing this?
"Mommy...Mommy wake up" little angel shook his sleeping mother like he did everyday. His tiny hands could barely push his mother, so he would climb into her bed and crawl over to her. He would try to pull her face to wake her up but it never worked.
Just pretend to be asleep - his mother would always think to herself
He was too young to figure out his mother was waiting for him to get a little closer.
But it never worked out that way, when Angel couldn't wake his mother he would fall backwards and cry his eyes out sobbing "mommy mommy please wake up"
It always broke her heart whenever he would cry, she hated it she always wanted him to be happy. He would be always be the only man she would ever truly love, and she didnt want it any other way.
She sat up and grabbed him into her arms.
"Baby don't cry, big boys don't cry" she wiped his tears away the way only a mother could.
"But/..Mommy, I always...wants to be with chu"
Chapter 3
Some say death is life, why can't life be death?
Trish(the mother) took a moment to watch her son, she loved him more than anything she couldn't live without him...
"Angel honey, what do you want for breakfast?" Trish cocked her hips while leaning against the wall, waiting for his answer before she went into the kitchen.
Like any kid, Angel's sole attention was directed on the tv. Trish waited a second more while smiling, "This boy"
Trish walked over to her son and bent down to his eye level. "Angel what do you want to eat" she said as soon as she streached her neck so her head blocked the tv making him jump back.
Trish couldnt help but laugh, it took Angel a second to realise what happened before he started laughing as well.
"Can you make frenchie Toast?" Angel cocked his head as he asked.
"Pick something else that's too much work" she looked at Angel, he cocked his head again and made his get bigger while putting his bottom lip over his top lip. Yes he was giving her the puppy dog look that could make any mother submit.
"NO" Trish had to look away, this boy knew her weakness. While she was thinking Angel moved back into her line of sight. His look brought her back, she hated it when he did that. Before she could re-collect her thoughts, he looked up at her with the biggest eyes like a homeless kitten.
"Please Mommy"
Dam this kid, he knew what that look did to her.
"Ok" she said it in a low voice not really wanting to sumbit. BUt Angel knew like all little kids he had won the fight with his cuteness.
"Yay" He threw his hands up in celebration.
As Trish made her way to the kitchen she turned back to see he son cheerfully watching tv
This boy.....
Life is cruel isn't it?
Why are we born? why do our children die so young?
Where's the love? where's the love we are suppose to have?
I ask you where is it?
We all know what the future foretells, so i am cruel for writing this?
"Mommy...Mommy wake up" little angel shook his sleeping mother like he did everyday. His tiny hands could barely push his mother, so he would climb into her bed and crawl over to her. He would try to pull her face to wake her up but it never worked.
Just pretend to be asleep - his mother would always think to herself
He was too young to figure out his mother was waiting for him to get a little closer.
But it never worked out that way, when Angel couldn't wake his mother he would fall backwards and cry his eyes out sobbing "mommy mommy please wake up"
It always broke her heart whenever he would cry, she hated it she always wanted him to be happy. He would be always be the only man she would ever truly love, and she didnt want it any other way.
She sat up and grabbed him into her arms.
"Baby don't cry, big boys don't cry" she wiped his tears away the way only a mother could.
"But/..Mommy, I always...wants to be with chu"
Chapter 3
Some say death is life, why can't life be death?
Trish(the mother) took a moment to watch her son, she loved him more than anything she couldn't live without him...
"Angel honey, what do you want for breakfast?" Trish cocked her hips while leaning against the wall, waiting for his answer before she went into the kitchen.
Like any kid, Angel's sole attention was directed on the tv. Trish waited a second more while smiling, "This boy"
Trish walked over to her son and bent down to his eye level. "Angel what do you want to eat" she said as soon as she streached her neck so her head blocked the tv making him jump back.
Trish couldnt help but laugh, it took Angel a second to realise what happened before he started laughing as well.
"Can you make frenchie Toast?" Angel cocked his head as he asked.
"Pick something else that's too much work" she looked at Angel, he cocked his head again and made his get bigger while putting his bottom lip over his top lip. Yes he was giving her the puppy dog look that could make any mother submit.
"NO" Trish had to look away, this boy knew her weakness. While she was thinking Angel moved back into her line of sight. His look brought her back, she hated it when he did that. Before she could re-collect her thoughts, he looked up at her with the biggest eyes like a homeless kitten.
"Please Mommy"
Dam this kid, he knew what that look did to her.
"Ok" she said it in a low voice not really wanting to sumbit. BUt Angel knew like all little kids he had won the fight with his cuteness.
"Yay" He threw his hands up in celebration.
As Trish made her way to the kitchen she turned back to see he son cheerfully watching tv
This boy.....