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Sky Birds
I love to lay upon my trampoline staring into the deep, blue sky or looking at my neighbor's tree which amidst the leaves, only I can see the beautiful sky bird egg. The white egg glints at me and I hear the scream of its protectors. I imagine the huge pale blue bird with its fluffy white eyes and golden beak. Then I see more some with white spots like the clouds in the sky, slightly darker birds with pink on the beaks, there's even a dark blue one with a shiny silver beak and eyes, silver spots glinting on its back like the countless stars at night. I look at the tree and see the mothers wings camouflaged to match the leaves. With the grace of smaller birds and as delicate as a butterfly the bird can be as gruesome in its murders as a wolf. As I stare into the deep, blue sky I imagine the birds and wish they were real, or I lay staring at the egg in hope that will hatch.
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Literature
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Clouds coat the sky, there is nothing but various shades of grey. I lean back a agains the thick trunk of the tree and stare up through the leaves. The dark browns and greens with a dark grey background. I sigh loudly and open my mouth.
What does it take to build a wall
What does it take to break it down
What does it take to open up
And let me see
See the beauty behind those eyes
Ohhh That wall is coming down
Coming down fast
Water begins to fall from the sky and I listen as it hits the leaves and the ground. The soft thump thump. I start to sing again.
I will break it down
Tear it down
Bring it to a ruin
To fix that smile
"You can't sing," Its my sister. She's come to get me out of the rain. I stand up and follow her inside. She has no idea how much I love to sing and how much it hurts me when she says things like that.
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Screams In The Night
SUICIDE WARNING (minor)
The screams echoed in the night
All I could do was lay in bed and try to ignore them
No-one else heard them
It was just me
They sounded so close and so distant
So real
But they were fake
In my head
So I had to put an end to them
And those nights of trying to block them out
I could only think of one way
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Literature
The Castle
The castle loomed above our heads.
In that classic dark and misty manner.
There was no sign of life, other than or breathing.
Simultaneously heavy and refrained, from the climb and fear.
The silence was broken.
By one of those screams that haunt the night.
High and painful. The sound of torture.
We had to go in.
To help her.
Leaving was not an option.
But now it is.
You've come to take our place.
Good luck.
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Literature
Carrots
The carrots were just beginning to grow in the garden. They were the first plants to come up. I was so excited.
"I can't wait to make a vegetable soup!" I exclaim to my mother over the phone. It's only early days but I remember working in the vegetable garden with dad as a kid, before the accident.
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Literature
At The River
The ground is hard and dry, the grass is hot and covered with burrs; but I refuse to wear shoes. I look over to the water just meters in front of me, I can't wait to get in. I watch as the boat approaches and plod over to the edge of the water. It noses in and I walk into the cool water, its such a nice difference from the heat. I  dive across the top of the water and come up at the end of the boat. I climb up the back and walk up the side. Stepping on the side of the boat I pull my wakeboard from the rack and take it the end of the boat. My mum hands me my life jacket and and I put it on. I place the board on the deck at the back and pull the rope out and attach it to the pole. I sit on the sundeck and stuff my feet in the boots as my dad drives to the middle of the river. I grab the handle and jump into the water and watch as the boat slowly drifts away. The rope pulls tight. "Righto" I sing out and the boat drives off.
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I watch
I listen to the patter of the rain fall on the roof, I watch as the droplets hit my window and race to the bottom. I watch as puddles form on the ground and as the trees gather the water. I watch as the droplets explode on the concrete and get absorbed in the puddles. I watch as the sun comes out and shines. I watch as the birds sip from puddles, as the ground dries and hardens. I watch.
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Crashing Waves
The waves crash over my body, I am pushed back and forth as they pull and throw me. They crash on each other in a load roar. I close my eyes and hold my breath as another wave crashes over me and pushes me forward only to pull me back.
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Sleep
Sleep. What is it? Going comatose for a few hours so you can have a 'productive day'. Missing several hours of you day just to reset your brain and store your memories. Sleep is forgetting the day for a while and not having problems, slipping into an alternate reality where things are better, or worse.
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Moving
Moving. Slowly at first but gradually the speed increases until you are flying and all you can see is the green streaks of life as you fly past at unimaginable speed. You fly as fast as you can faster still until the lines disappear and it's just you and black. Then you wake up.
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Noise
Noise everywhere around me. Alone I sit in the noise. I sit silently and listen to the noise of people who do not care. The let me sit alone. Noise everywhere around me. People talking and minding there own business while I listen in, in hope they I could be part of their conversation. Noise everywhere around me. Just an ever present sound in life, none acceptance in what they say, just given up trying to be a part of it and just making it through on my, because people always hurt you and leave you on your own, even your family rejects you at a time. Noise everywhere around me. Blocking out these thoughts.
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Literature
Lioness
A single light hangs above my head, it fills a small space, the rest is darkness. I hear the growl of a Lioness, low and grumbling. I walk to the corner of the cage, I wrap my hands around the bars, they are cold to the touch. I slide down to stare the beast in the face, she has grey eyes, they show no fear. He face pale and smooth, except for the wrinkles of her skin. The image is interfered by the bars of the cage. She opens her mouth wide and tilts her head, I hear her loud roar. Her teeth, perfectly white, her tongue, a pale pink; to match her gums. Her lips are dark and black. I stand up, take a few steps back so I am under the light, not moving my eyes from the Lioness. She stares me down, I show no fear, as there is a cage between us. She swiftly but slowly turns and disappears into the darkness. I feel alone. I sit down slowly, in the middle of the cage. The metal ground is cold. I hug my knees to my chest and rest my chin in between them. I close my eyes and let my mind disapp
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The Nothingness
Darkness. Nothing but darkness. A vast expanse of nothing stretching in all direction. There is nothing. There never will be, but there was. The was once everything. Trees, buildings, people, animals. A road, a street, full of houses and playing children, people walking their dogs. Then nothing. Reality returns and there is nothing. Nothing but the vast expanse of nothing. A room, inside a room. A dog runs up.Then the nothingness came back. The nothingness. No memory of before the nothingness outside the flashes. Warmth, snuggling down into warmth. Then the expanse and the nakedness returns.Twitching to be covered, as there is nothing. How longs its been since everything is uncertain, it feels like an eternity, but it hasnt been that long. Floating, through nothing, from nothing, to find nothing. People. People pushing and shoving, yelling, people screaming for them to stop, but they don't. Nothing. Always back to the nothing. Then people, friendly once this time. But they soon turn an
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Literature
Swimming
All is quiet. I float along in peace, nothing to disturb me. It's just me and my surroundings. My chest tightens and i'm out of breath, I kick upwards and come through the surface of the water. The sound of people returns to me as I gasp in air. People busily walking along, continuing along their normal routines oblivious to the noise they create that I hate so much. I plunge back into the water to repeat the cycle.
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Time
Existing. Floating through time. Feeling nothing. Not living. Just existing. Alone in this existence, time flies by to fast but not fast enough. You want this existence to end, by it takes to long. Everything flies by in seconds and you want to slow down so maybe you can enjoy it but time is an illusion and you feel it both to fast and to slow. Everyday you must climb out of bed and float through the day only to return to bed where you are free of all pain.
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Story 4
She listens to the phone ring, waiting impatiently for him to answer. Its goes quit and she holds her breath.
"Hey," He says bluntly.
"How was last night?"
He sighs loudly. "I guess you can't take a hint can you,"
Silence.
"Its over. I've found someone else. She's way better then you. Bye,"
The phone beeps and a tear escapes her face. Its really over.
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Sascha J
Australia
I dream of being an author one day, I write little free verses on here (sometimes). I am in my mid teens, and am obsessed with wombats. I love water and boats (like seriously with the boats) and the outdoors although I spend most of my time indoors.. yeah I have a sad and lonely life.

Yes these are terrible I know, there weird.

Feed back is welcome and encouraged. I have a few works on wattpad if you want to check them out.
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