SamZ

No matter how far I run, my past refuses to fall behind in the dust. My demons never leave me.

she couldn’t find happiness. no matter what she did, her thoughts were too strong. she found sanctuary through a notebook. what happens when that notebook falls into the wrong hands?

previously - someone had taken her notebook. someone had taken it and had read it.

previously - the class was going smoothly until she felt something poke at her arm.

Time will not heal everything...true story.

Just something to think about.

A brief poem from the perspective of an angry child...

I tried to do a horror story. It is not perfect but I hope you will enjoy it!