On a single planet, amongst the many others in the galaxy, there lived a young woman of 19. Her eyes were a dark brown, with hair of the same color done up in a simple Gibson girl bun. simple was her preferred style of expression. Same as for her clothes as well. Wearing all black. A form fitting shirt with thin straps exposing her shoulders. Comfortable baggy pants made of a soft, thin linen material. Then lastly, a simple pair of black shoes.
That young woman is me, by the name of Kristen. I resided in a small village of farm people, whom I helped on a daily bases. Whatever the work was that I was tasked with was never to demanding. Planti
A sickness that eats
you from within.
The time has come, for
those who reek with sin.
Down on your knees,
you prey and prey.
But all is silent,
for God has nothing
to say.
You keep Christ
by your side.
The whip lashes your back,
tearing away the hide.
Grave yards grow full,
there is no room for you.
We throw you in a
large hole, with several
other few.
Through the air it flows,
like the Devil's breath.
You are to late,
it's time to meet your death.
Anxious, I take a seat,
suppressing my eager frustration.
The room goes dark,
images appear on the screen.
Five minutes go by,
when the screen,
like a curtain, begins to lift.
My eyes widen, my mouth drops.
Feeling that something within me had burst.
Their she was, solid and still.
Wrapped in the embrace of a watery aura.
Her eyes were cold and blank,
knowing they once had life.
Filled with nothing but the
blissful pain of sheer joy.
As if she had been waiting for me all this time.
Like it was my destiny to be there.
I stepped into her past.
Who had once been that of a goddess and a queen.
I saw her.
The one whom they called, Cleopa
JFK Assassination Reflection by Freddy1016, literature
Literature
JFK Assassination Reflection
Ever since the assassination of Kennedy, a lot of rumors and conspiracies have sprung up over the years. Though I really don't think it was a conspiracy at all. Also so many people believed it was all because they were already in the middle of a Cold War with the worries of being nuked hanging over there heads, and now suddenly their beloved president gets shot. So it would make perfect sense to believe that the assassination was done by Cuban or Russian communists.
One conspiracy says that there was more than one shooter at the scene when Kennedy was shot. I believe it was Lee Harvey Oswald that was responsible for the shooting and him alone
Freddy Likes Little Girls by Freddy1016, literature
Literature
Freddy Likes Little Girls
I suddenly wake up screaming at the top of my lungs, after my seventh dream encounter with the king of dreams known as Freddy Krueger. I sit up, an slowly start out of my bed. I pick up the container off caffien and the empty can of Coke from off the nightstand and walk into the bathroom across the hall. Once I reach the bathroom, I turn the light on, and shut the door behind me. I turn, walking over to the sink, putting one hand on each side of the sink, then throwing the empty can of Coke inside the trash beside the sink. Looking at myself in the mirror, staring at the bags the show beneath my eyes. Looking down in shame, I notice a gleanin
It was a typical Saturday night. Bout not my usual. This time I'm here at a local dance party that the town was hosting. But believe me, it wasn't my idea to go. I'm here on my cousin's behalf.Mainly I would be stuck at home on the weekends, but my cousin Darya, insisted that I come with her to this thing cause she says it would be good for me.
But of course here I am, bored out of my mind. Sitting in the row of few chairs that are against the wall. My back hunched forward, resting my head on my left hand, with my eldow on my lap, with an unamused expression on my face. Warring a casual black dress, with flat bottom dress shoes. My eyes aline