My poetry from freshman year. This is called the ghost and is published on fanfiction.net. Please do not steal my writings as they are mine.
"Eleven thirty my alarm rings. I wake up to the puddle of blood next to my head. I try to stand but as I do there is a rush to my head. Hearing the screams of my bloody valentine, I fight the urge to run in the other room and cover her sweet mouth. All I can hear is the screams in the next room over. Finally I race over to the room only to see my girl tied in spread eagle. I do not see the man by the closet. But he can see me. He stares and mumbles something. I cannot tell exactly what he is saying. All I know is I call to her. She does not respond the man smiles and walks over to where she lay. She screams with pleasure as the man pulls out a whip and glides it over her body. I run over yelling for her to stop. She does not respond. The man looks at me with those lustrous eyes and continues. Trying to punch him in the face, my hand goes through his flesh. I examine my hands they look normal but somehow they are not. The man looks at me and smiles as I realize I am dead."
My poetry from freshman year. This is called the ghost and is published on fanfiction.net. Please do not steal my writings as they are mine.
"Eleven thirty my alarm rings. I wake up to the puddle of blood next to my head. I try to stand but as I do there is a rush to my head. Hearing the screams of my bloody valentine, I fight the urge to run in the other room and cover her sweet mouth. All I can hear is the screams in the next room over. Finally I race over to the room only to see my girl tied in spread eagle. I do not see the man by the closet. But he can see me. He stares and mumbles something. I cannot tell exactly what he is saying. All I know is I call to her. She does not respond the man smiles and walks over to where she lay. She screams with pleasure as the man pulls out a whip and glides it over her body. I run over yelling for her to stop. She does not respond. The man looks at me with those lustrous eyes and continues. Trying to punch him in the face, my hand goes through his flesh. I examine my hands they look normal but somehow they are not. The man looks at me and smiles as I realize I am dead."
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