Monday, September 24, 2012
Hey it's Sabrina Black this week's piece is just a simple taste of my short strories that I'm begining to write. Stories are one of my favorite thing to write about, who doesnt love a good story that you can just sit back and read while being relaxed by a warm fire or a good cup of tea. Sit back, relax and enjoy.
A gentle breeze chimes,blowing the wind. Blue jays fill their songs with love. Children’s laughterfills the air.
Down in the corner ofpeaceful Valley Way a blond-haired, little girl sits alone holding a dandelion.She sings a gentle tune; the house behind her is old and worn down.
Suddenly the doorcreeps open as she still sings. Approaching by her side is a tall, scruffy-bearded man; he laysa hand filled with hate on her shoulder. His piercing green eyes fill herwith fear. He yanks her by the arm with his hooks; she goes inside the housewhere her terrifying fate awaits.
Inside, the walls arerather worn down with mouse holes in the cracked, brick walls. She is a slaveto the one who adopted her.
Crack ofthe whip. Crack! Crack! The whip hits her ten times a day for being slowat cleaning the bare, tiled floor. Bruises shine from the time she carried more weight than she could hold.
Every day she asksherself: Will I ever be loved? Will Isurvive the next day? Food is so little for one small mouth. Someone rescue me from this pain.
She goes to schooldamaged, broken, and alone. Who can save her? She wants to be heard, yet no onecan hear her cries. She’s a ghost.
Isthere anyone that cares for me? Questions ping pongthrough her head, left unanswered. She needs love, but who can provide that?
As she sitscontemplating her thoughts the radio turns on. A voice sings: “Just give it onemore try to a lullaby, to let you know that you’re not alone.”
Whenbad things happen just close your eyes and go somewhere safe.
Becareful little eyes of what you see.