Another twisted tail from my demented mind. much more of a body horror story. you really don't see those any more. meh enjoy or be horrified Sarah is a curvy bluenette and she signed up for the spooky season at the local Circus Freak Show haunted house. Sarah was eager to make some pocket change this season and was really curious about what it was like to work in the haunted house. Sarah killed the interview easy and now was back for orientation. Sarah was led down a long dark hall by Luna a dark haired clown in a french maid costume, and taken to a large room. Once There she saw a banner of the circus fat lady Called "fat Mary." Luna Showed Sarah to the set. Luna explained "So the way this works is. I'm gonna play the roll of the circus owner or the master of games! Now the Circus fat lady is the physical embodiment of Gluttony! In fact each freak show attraction has there own sin theme attached to it. I will introduce you and then the stage hands will shine a spot light on you
Broken (Off the Hinges) by TheCosmicTraveler, literature
Literature
Broken (Off the Hinges)
If I said I was a distant star Would you care? Overweight and out of shape Branded names Family slave I've been living in a cave Slowly lowered into my grave A bully bullied Anger was my escape Pressing my hurt on others It's the only way Coming home To blaming and screaming Hurtful comments Mistreatings No one has ever believed me I tried suicide The pain was too much to bare Between a rock and a hard place I was lonely and scared My life is a lie Memories blocked away By mental trauma day by day I haven't ever felt safe I retreated inside my head Only consulting with the dead I was consumed by hate I wanted them all to die I look to the skies As if to expect to see God Wondering is he watching Letting my thoughts get lost Nothing has changed The pain is extensive My memories are returning My skin is burning I warn people to stay away My emotions switch between light and grey I don't ever know how I might feel I don't want to hurt anyone anymore Let my soul rest Allow my
I lived with my mother until I was eleven. She once told me that I was a planned child. Yet when I was twelve she told me she doesn't want me to live with her anymore because "she got her own life now". Now, if she would have been the jetsetting type, I might've understood. When you travel a lot a child can be a burden, limiting you in your personal fulfillment. But my mother spent her newly acquired own life on her butt on the couch, infront of the TV.
Why do you want a child when you get rid of it after twelve years? I have my speculations about this. She separated from my father when I was five, first we went from one hotel to another, aft