Kind of Like Home_The Wind Carried Everything_Three Words_My Cousin
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Kind of Like Home
A.N.: Mentions of child abuse - nothing explicit or graphic, but it is there. It was hard, knowing that she couldn't go home. What was even harder was pretending that it didn't bother her. There was so much that went into it. Logically, she knew what had happened was abuse and that abuse was bad, but there was a part of her that couldn't help wondering if what happened wasn't abuse. It was the way her dad showed affection, it was for her own good, and her dad was so nice when she took it without crying.She knew it wasn't logical. She knew what happened that night put her entire soccer career i...
The Wind Carried Everything
Trigger warning: Mentions of parental abuse and homelessness.200 attempts. 199 fails. 1 pending response. Papyrus believed the wind had a life of it’s own, whispering quiet tales, and inspiration. Her eyes followed, as her paper plane rode the wind, gliding its light edges along the stories of the world. Light as a feather in the wind, heavy as a missing report, within it's words. Cackling laughter, arose from the tiled pavements below, tiny hands pointing at it, convinced they would win the race. The wind hissed www.onedoor.ccaround her, coiling like a snake, as she stood atop the tallest building in Chare...
Three Words
When Eric woke up, he patted the bed next to him, mildly disappointed but not surprised that Emily wasn't there. It was normal for her to leave before he woke up when she spent the night over there. He stumbled out of bed to get to the bathroom, peed, and put his boardshorts on. When he opened his door, he smiled a bit at hearing Emily's voice talking to his youngest daughter, Amber. Maybe they could swing by her place and she could get her board and they could hit the beach, and spend the day together. Both stopped talking when they heard him and he watched Emily stand up and walk over to him...
My Cousin
It was the summer holidays, and I wasn’t too excited about that because we go to Aunt Doe’s every summer.It’s not that I don’t like Aunt Doe- that’s not the reason I don’t want to go. It’s her daughter, Celia.We’re the same age but Celia looks a lot older than me. That’s probably because of the clothes. Celia shops on her own but I’m not allowed to so Mom picks my clothes.Every time I go to Aunt Doe’s, Celia stays in her room and only comes out at mealtimes. She always brings her phone with her when she comes out so she will be occupied and doesn’t have to talk to me. She thinks I’m too young ...