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"The best advice I can give you, kid, is to not listen to adults." The father said crossing his legs on the brown leather couch, as his little 5 year old daughter saddled up next to him, eyes gleaming bright.
"Weally?" She asked.
The father scoffed. "Ohh, yes. They'll make you do terrible things like sending you to a jail facility called 'school.'"
The little girl gasped.
"They'll make you put on horrible formal fabrics called 'wedding dresses', and they'll have to be slaved off to a strange man, and they'll let that man put a metal ring on your finger!"
The little girl gasped, clutching her little hands together.
"And that's not the worst part." The father said looking from under his glasses.
"No?"
"The worst part is...they'll make you eat dessert. AFTER dinner!"
The little girl jumped on the couch landing in her fathers lap. "No, no, no!" She exclaimed. "Thank you so much, I'll never wisten to anoder grown up again!"
"No problem, kiddo. Just listen to me, and you'll be a beautiful princess one day."
"Weally?" Her smile was bright and wide and it warmed his heart.
"Definately. Now go get into your magical bed clothes, and brush your teeth with the magical jelly, alright? It's almost past both of our bedtimes, and daddy has to go to work in the morning."
"Kay!" With excitement in her eyes, and the fire of youth in her smile, she slide off of her dads lap and ran off into the hallway, becoming a beautifully enchanted princess just as the father became a frightening tickle monster.
"Weally?" She asked.
The father scoffed. "Ohh, yes. They'll make you do terrible things like sending you to a jail facility called 'school.'"
The little girl gasped.
"They'll make you put on horrible formal fabrics called 'wedding dresses', and they'll have to be slaved off to a strange man, and they'll let that man put a metal ring on your finger!"
The little girl gasped, clutching her little hands together.
"And that's not the worst part." The father said looking from under his glasses.
"No?"
"The worst part is...they'll make you eat dessert. AFTER dinner!"
The little girl jumped on the couch landing in her fathers lap. "No, no, no!" She exclaimed. "Thank you so much, I'll never wisten to anoder grown up again!"
"No problem, kiddo. Just listen to me, and you'll be a beautiful princess one day."
"Weally?" Her smile was bright and wide and it warmed his heart.
"Definately. Now go get into your magical bed clothes, and brush your teeth with the magical jelly, alright? It's almost past both of our bedtimes, and daddy has to go to work in the morning."
"Kay!" With excitement in her eyes, and the fire of youth in her smile, she slide off of her dads lap and ran off into the hallway, becoming a beautifully enchanted princess just as the father became a frightening tickle monster.
Literature
L over
Time passes and I still end up saying your name, when I told myself I wouldn’t let it slip out of my lips.
Memories are still clear as ever, painfully so, although they’re starting to merge into one colossal dream that managed to become a nightmare in a matter of seconds.
I wonder if you wonder, the way I wonder.
I wonder if this is just a writers mind.
Lost, confused, scared, hurt, sad, lament, pain, excuses, replaying, broken, worthless.
–– These are just some of the words that come to mind, when I think of our final chapter. They taste rancid in my mouth, and I spit them out on days I remember our story.
Your f
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
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he saved me
, but he killed me.
_
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
"Rose."
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your
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I really want a daughter someday.
This was a project from my creative writing class. We had to write a piece that started with "The best advice I can give you..." Try it!
This was a project from my creative writing class. We had to write a piece that started with "The best advice I can give you..." Try it!
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Lol! Hilarious. Nice one! Though I could see some problems with the grammar and all, like you put 'its' when you should've put 'it's,' and 'thats,' when you should've put, 'that's,' but hey, you did your best. I accepted the errors. Lol, it was nice Good job, man! 