Brookyms123

I live Deep in the forest Far far away In a tower Surrounded by brambles. A body is stuck on their thorns. (No one can find me) I sit crying out At the green trees. Domineering oak, Unlucky hawthorn, Dying yew. Hopefully my voice can go past them. (No one can hear me.) Gothel is gone The prince pushed away. One brought food The other brought company. I have neither now. Abandoned for loving. (No one can save me.) Comb my long hair. Look out the window. Call for help. I'm lonely. And hungry. And soon only my body will be left. (No one can help me)

Garreth the knight rode his horse over tall mountains, wide plains, and several forests on his way to rescue the maiden trapped in the dragon's tower. Excited thoughts fluttered through his mind. "She'll be so happy to see me! She'll cheer me on as I fight it, and faint when I slay it, because that's what maidens do at the sight of blood. Then, when she wakes up, she'll want to marry me, but I'll say no, because I'm a knight now, and that's what knights do, because they can't be tied down by things like that. Then … well, I'm not sure what will happen next, but it'll be awesome!" Garreth was new. He had only recently been promoted from

Once upon a time There was a girl. Happy, pretty, smart, Perhaps a future debutante. Once upon a time There was a boy. Depressed, upset, abused Perhaps a future detainee. Once upon a time The girl took a walk In a different part of town To see the scenery. Once upon a time The boy loitered In front of Ned's drugs, Which sold more than just medicine. Once upon a time The girl passed the boy And took a second look. "I wonder how he got that bruise?" She thought as she kept walking. Once upon a time The boy stared At the girl's retreating figure. "Think I'm a freak? That's why you stared? I'll show you a freak." He th

I hated Barbie dolls. Their pouty lips, their tiny waists, their "I'm so much better than you could ever dream to be" attitude. I hated everything about them. Especially being replaced by them. My life began the moment Mom sewed up my back. My button eyes could suddenly see, my not-actually-present ears could hear, and all of my stuffing was warm with the love she put in to me, a simple rag doll for her unborn girl. She put me down on the table and smiled, leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and a hand on her pregnant belly. Suddenly her face scrunched up in pain. She gripped the chair arm and screamed "Honey!" Dad ran in and hel

"Gonna poke it," said the little boy. “Gonna poke the dragon." He reached forward with a stick, the tip moving closer and closer until it was almost in the dragon's nose. Suddenly, the dragon snapped her powerful jaws, snapping the stick in half and barely missing the little boy's fingers. Myanra, the dragon, bared her teeth in what could have been a grin as the child ran back to his mother. “Why do they have such dangerous animals here?" The child's mother complained, picking up the crying boy. " These cages look so flimsy." " They are flimsy; so move along, lady." Myanra snarled. A nearby zookeeper contradicted her with the trut

“Daddy!” “Yeah?” Henry spun in his computer chair so he faced his four year old daughter, Alice. She hung on the door frame of the study, grinning madly. “Mummy says you have to go hang up the laundry.” Here she giggled.” And she said that if you don’t, you don’t get any sammiches.” Henry gave a playful gasp, clutching his chest as if calming a swiftly beating heart. “Oh no, what will I do without sandwiches!” “Then go hang it up,” she said, giggling even harder. Then Alice ran back to her half-finished drawing of… whatever it was. Henry chuckled and closed he inte

Beatrice looked out the window at the rain, watching time literally pass her by. The crackle of the conductor’s voice came through the loudspeaker, welcoming the souls from October 2003 to the last journey they will be taking in this lifetime. He begged them to take a seat so they could leave, that they wouldn’t have to wait too long to get off in their destination. “Hey,” a person asked, forcing Beatrice to take her eyes away from the scenes outside the window. “Is anyone sitting there?” The girl tried to gesture to the empty seat next to Beatrice, but failed because of the large bag of books in her hands that

It always rains in Manoa, sprinkles to a full downpour. But most of the time it's still sunny out, so it dosn't matter anyways. The wind blows the rain so it flies in flurries, going this way and that. "Retarded rain" someone called it, though I don't think it fits very well. It always rains in Manoa, at least three times a day, but the town looks pretty afterwards, so it dosn't matter anyways.