With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six năm old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter diễn xuất strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the bàn for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled bởi something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six năm old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter diễn xuất strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the bàn for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled bởi something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police các câu hỏi us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bia since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot thêm nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the bia since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot thêm nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
xin chào Mom,
It's been a while
Since bạn sat tiếp theo to me,
Since I saw bạn smile
I miss bạn Mom
I wish bạn were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see bạn Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my tim, trái tim in two
I'll always remember Mom,
bạn taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling bạn Mom
Losing bạn killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what bạn were Mom,
Strong.
In everything bạn said
In everything bạn did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Mất tích a parent.
It's been a while
Since bạn sat tiếp theo to me,
Since I saw bạn smile
I miss bạn Mom
I wish bạn were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see bạn Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my tim, trái tim in two
I'll always remember Mom,
bạn taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling bạn Mom
Losing bạn killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what bạn were Mom,
Strong.
In everything bạn said
In everything bạn did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Mất tích a parent.