Bleeding

Author’s note. This is a poem that popped into my head today. Its gonna be tough, as it deals with sexual abuse. Please be careful reading it.

(I cant do music, but imagine a soft, sad guitar playing while you read this)

I’m ... bleeding ...

just when he entered me

Bleeding ...

never will be free

Bleeding ...

cant let anyone see

Bleeding ...

what he made of me

Bleeding ...

and no one can ever know

Bleeding ...

so its go on with the show

So, next installment of this one. I'll be honest, I was going to skip this part, but some of the characters demanded to be written about. So here it is, a slight bump in the road to the main event; my apologies.

As always, enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij, 2015.

*Before…

The trick is to not to put the popcorn in until last when the dough is all done and you mix it one good time and then bake them off fast before the popcorn gets soggy.
And you have peanut butter...chocolate...then salty and crunchy and buttery popcorn.
I only have one and a half... I share one with Mary Jane but Dad has three and Becky's dad has five and we get some for Mom and Aunt Elsbeth.
Dad says. "You girls get ready after you help clean up okay it's getting late."
"Okay Daddy!"
I get a look after I hug Dad and head inside and I hear Becky's Dad say. "Okay...I still don't get all of it but...that's your daughter of close enough that I'm done worrying about it. Besides...."
And Dad's like. "Besides?”
And Becky's Dad’s all... "Becky's had honestly brought worse friends over Rob, you and her are welcome over here like any time."
I can't help but be all grins and the girls are looking at and we all yay cheer and happy dance into the kitchenette to clean up.

Story under construction.

The Favour

© 2015 D.L.

"You look frustrated", Josh stated as he sat down at the table opposite Stephany. The snarl of annoyance she had emitted only moments before made the statement exceedingly obvious. It was a look Josh had become familiar with over the past few months.

The Accident.

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately

Rachel had spent a quiet Sunday afternoon and evening with her friend, Gwen, who lived in town. At about 9 o'clock she made her excuses as she had a heavy work load the next day. She lived alone in a small cottage up in the hills about a half hour drive away and knew the road well as she commuted daily.

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Heartache come at a time when we don't except it.
But we must move on because it's what our loved one want us to do.
I didn't want a big fuss one my birthday, but my mom wanted me to be happy.
Seventeen years ago on 7/14/1997 I lost my sister witch was my best friend.
Then a mouth ago I lost my aunt. The date was 5/10/2015.
Then this past Tuesday at 2:41am I lost my mom.

Three of the most import women in my life are with Jesus.
I will miss them all.

Things started with Jeff ready to turn 13 years old, dressing in his sister’s clothes and makeup; he didn’t expect to get caught… The discovery of him cross-dressing begins the blossoming of Jessie... Jeff has trouble accepting Jessie is really him, others have trouble accepting Jeff and Jessie co-exist… Mom and Dr. Hunt support Jessie/Jeff in taking time to discover what is true in this situation.

THE DREAM Of
MY LIFE

Jem… Chapter 142

Jem…Chapter 142 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

When the boat hit the far shore I looked at my new home. Cryss had been gliding on the wind and landed on the prow of the boat looking at me. "I guess this is our new home." I gathered my magic picked a spot placed the house down and enlarged it. I turned to Zoe "You did not need to come into exile with me."