Matthew is a poo
He doesn't share his food with me
Maybe one day
Matthew is so great
I love him beyond compare
Please can I have more
Friday, June 12, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Matthew Never Shares
I stare longingly at it, my mouth watering. As he lifts it to his mouth I can see each individual crumb of crunchy cookie and every smear of sweet chocolate on his lips.
"Can I please have some?" I say in my sweetest tone.
"No," he replies in an equally sweet tone.
I am trying my hardest to master my desire, but it becomes too great.
"Give it to me," I growl.
"It's mine," he says, turning away.
Fine.
I leap onto his back and attempt to wrestle it from him as he tries to enclose it in his mouth. I cover it and he bites my finger with an exclamation of rage. His fist instinctively clenches around the remaining bite and we both gasp with horror.
He slowly opens his hand, the world still and silent, both of us frozen in the middle of the fight. A mushed lump is revealed. He cries with mourn at his lost piece of cookie, but quick as a flash, I whip it out of his clammy hand and eat it.
"No!" He swipes at me but the cookie is already dancing on my taste buds.
I shake my head out of the fantasy and watch as he takes the last bite. He turns to me.
"Do you have any water?"
Tunnel
The air grows colder, the fear inside me crawls deeper. The tunnel never seems to end. No one knows where the tunnel goes. All i know is i have to make it to the end...
OR DIE!!!!!
OR DIE!!!!!
Thin
When everything is hanging on by a thin thread. When you feel like all the strings inside you are about to snap. When you feel like there's nothing left you can do. When there is no shred of hope. Sometimes. Its easier to just let go and fall in to eternal darkness. Atleast there... no light can burn your soul.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Mortal Power - Chapter 1
My breath forms a cloud of mist in the cold evening air as I attempt to slow my panting. Don't look. Just keep hiding.
I take another quick scan of my surroundings, but it is difficult to make out much in the steadily fading light. I am in a classic grimy brick alleyway. Rats scurry hungrily over the abandoned items and litter, some as simple as old televisions and empty cans, other things that are bagged, piled and smelly. Whatever they are, I'm not sure I really want to know. At the end of the alley looms a wire fence topped with barbed wire. No escape.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds and open them, hoping to have adjusted to the dim and made my vision clearer, but to no avail. I hunch in on myself tighter, the cold slowly seeping through my ugly knit jumper and beanie. I try to position my thick auburn hair to insulate the places on my body where the clothing cannot, but my shivering simply shrugs it off. My teeth chatter with frustration.
I can't stay here much longer or I'll freeze to death.
I inch toward the corner of the alley and peek around; two uniformed policemen standing watch, hugging themselves and chatting half-heartidly. Of course they don't look intimidating with their sour looks and various weapons hung on their belts. I shiver inwardly when my eyes fall on the guns. Their meagre conversation drifts lazily toward me.
"How's the wife?"
"She still insists that we try for a kid. What's her deal?"
The cop groans. "What is it with women and wanting kids? Are we not enough?"
I can't help but slightly agree with them. "Well, I don't know if we can if we stay out here much longer, cause the cold is creeping closer to my b-"
My snort penetrates their conversation abruptly. Their heads snap towards me and I swear under my breath. "There she is!"
Shhhh! Why must you be so loud? I should've known I'm their target; Miss Take won't want to lose one of her precious little slave victims. As their feet pound closer to my discovered hiding place, I shoulder my pack and gap it down the street.
I take another quick scan of my surroundings, but it is difficult to make out much in the steadily fading light. I am in a classic grimy brick alleyway. Rats scurry hungrily over the abandoned items and litter, some as simple as old televisions and empty cans, other things that are bagged, piled and smelly. Whatever they are, I'm not sure I really want to know. At the end of the alley looms a wire fence topped with barbed wire. No escape.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds and open them, hoping to have adjusted to the dim and made my vision clearer, but to no avail. I hunch in on myself tighter, the cold slowly seeping through my ugly knit jumper and beanie. I try to position my thick auburn hair to insulate the places on my body where the clothing cannot, but my shivering simply shrugs it off. My teeth chatter with frustration.
I can't stay here much longer or I'll freeze to death.
I inch toward the corner of the alley and peek around; two uniformed policemen standing watch, hugging themselves and chatting half-heartidly. Of course they don't look intimidating with their sour looks and various weapons hung on their belts. I shiver inwardly when my eyes fall on the guns. Their meagre conversation drifts lazily toward me.
"How's the wife?"
"She still insists that we try for a kid. What's her deal?"
The cop groans. "What is it with women and wanting kids? Are we not enough?"
I can't help but slightly agree with them. "Well, I don't know if we can if we stay out here much longer, cause the cold is creeping closer to my b-"
My snort penetrates their conversation abruptly. Their heads snap towards me and I swear under my breath. "There she is!"
Shhhh! Why must you be so loud? I should've known I'm their target; Miss Take won't want to lose one of her precious little slave victims. As their feet pound closer to my discovered hiding place, I shoulder my pack and gap it down the street.
This is a sneak peak from my Percy Jackson fanfiction which uses my own characters.
Thanks for reading! If you want to continue reading click on the link to my Wattpad account - I'm Ranbow_Ink. Have a good day :)
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