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Purple Popcorn Princess and the Godly CupcakePurple Popcorn Princess and the Godly Cupcake
Somewhere there is a world within a world, within a world, within my mind, in this world things are not like any world we know of. Well any of you know of, but that why I am the story teller of this tale, it just so happens that this world is ruled by a lovely beautiful talented and brightly colorful girl they call Purple Popcorn Princess. Now she rules her kingdom fairly and she keeps things bright and cheery all the time, but not everyone in this kingdom wish things to be bright and cheery, oh no this person wish to rule this colorful neon world, wishing to cast it in darkness causing gloominess for all this worlds inhabitants, for this soul individual like things to be gray, dull and boring without a drop of color to be found. (This is where you all gasp in shock ) But do not worry for our bright colorful neon Purple Popcorn Princess will never let that happen. UNLESS she somehow was trick into eating the *opposite cupcake*
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Little FoxLittle Fox
The little fox cub steps out of the shadows and sniffs the air, ducking back into the deeper parts of the shadows. What strange smell is this he wonders, his belly growling as he whimpers “where are you mother?” It has been hours since she left this morning to find food for them with a promise she would return as quickly as she could but for him to stay in the shadows for they were in the forest. He had wonder what they were so he asks her as he yawns she was up before the sun whispering that they could not see well in the darkness.
His mother had turn back to look at him one last time she hesitated not wanting to answer him for she did not want him plague by bad dreams but this nightmare was all too real and he needed to know she lowers her head and her answer started with a deep growling in her belly as she spat out the word just one single word that seem to hang in the air before dropping to the ground like a dead thing “HUNTERS” with that sh
Feeling the pain of exclusion, needing a transfusion, things are so confusing, others misusing my words right back in my face
Why you doubt talking, ill walking, dead body outline chalking, but things are dying for we don’t talk here’s the chalk outline my body while l lie here on the ground
Their crying while smiling haunting memories of daddy don’t please, getting the belt, getting the fist holding my head so he don’t miss Kiss
Demeaning, some many beatings words so sharp they hurt here feel my scars, no one believing no way of leaving yet I survived
Gun to my head I brought in this world I can make you dead, shovel woods ground never found
No don’t falling on deaf ears eyes in rearview mirror sitting alone wanting not to be touch, but kicking feet and nails sinking in deep, do not stop the hands in the dark
Boo who you were confused yes I know all too well about abuse, but I survived, I am a live but I did it on my own
Sleepless nights, waking i
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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