The Approaching Curse by EnchantingPoison, literature
Literature
The Approaching Curse
The Approaching Curse
two or three things i know for sure and one of them is that there is a reason for everything in life
Charlotte stood by the window, looking down at all the other kids playing. The sun was up high in the sky and their every move on the inflatable slide was silhouetted across the lawn, water from the pool splashed onto the greenery. That was the birthday party she hadn't been invited to, being a weed among flowers; always noticed, always hated. Her parents were just downstairs, drinking perhaps, but she was alone in her room.
A kid from down below turned and looked up at her house, eyes looking into hers, and she turned
The dead things keep you alive. You pile them up in your mind when the reality of them not being there sets in. And when you begin to rely on those dead things, those past memories, those past pictures, there is no turning back, no un-tasting of the sweet calamity you keep at ease. You feel it all the time, the past memories, you see them and at times you're afraid. But when you reminisce in those events you feel the lack of another deep down, though it is only subtle--emptiness. Yet the feelings you get aren't limited to fear and emptiness--there is always more. And one day, when the time comes, you'll overcome your past and either live or d
Unsolicited Advice to... by EnchantingPoison, literature
Literature
Unsolicited Advice to...
When the first signs of disease show do not ignore them. When your sister insults your social life, tell her "Thank You"; and if she retaliates with something stupid, say something smartand if you can't think of anything food, Google it, and fast. But when your brother insults you, walk away and hold in the urge to ramble on with harsh responses. When your best friend offers your e, don't take itignore her comments about your sister; how she takes it too; how it's not badand walk away; don't get convinced. When your brother comes to touch you, get up and sleep somewhere else. When your grandmother orders you around, obey her
The Approaching Curse by EnchantingPoison, literature
Literature
The Approaching Curse
The Approaching Curse
two or three things i know for sure and one of them is that there is a reason for everything in life
Charlotte stood by the window, looking down at all the other kids playing. The sun was up high in the sky and their every move on the inflatable slide was silhouetted across the lawn, water from the pool splashed onto the greenery. That was the birthday party she hadn't been invited to, being a weed among flowers; always noticed, always hated. Her parents were just downstairs, drinking perhaps, but she was alone in her room.
A kid from down below turned and looked up at her house, eyes looking into hers, and she turned
The dead things keep you alive. You pile them up in your mind when the reality of them not being there sets in. And when you begin to rely on those dead things, those past memories, those past pictures, there is no turning back, no un-tasting of the sweet calamity you keep at ease. You feel it all the time, the past memories, you see them and at times you're afraid. But when you reminisce in those events you feel the lack of another deep down, though it is only subtle--emptiness. Yet the feelings you get aren't limited to fear and emptiness--there is always more. And one day, when the time comes, you'll overcome your past and either live or d
The Approaching Curse by EnchantingPoison, literature
Literature
The Approaching Curse
The Approaching Curse
two or three things i know for sure and one of them is that there is a reason for everything in life
Charlotte stood by the window, looking down at all the other kids playing. The sun was up high in the sky and their every move on the inflatable slide was silhouetted across the lawn, water from the pool splashed onto the greenery. That was the birthday party she hadn't been invited to, being a weed among flowers; always noticed, always hated. Her parents were just downstairs, drinking perhaps, but she was alone in her room.
A kid from down below turned and looked up at her house, eyes looking into hers, and she turned