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Front Yard

Everyday’s The Same – A Challenge

by Nari 6/11/2013

written by Nari

My name is Richelle. I am 13 years old, living in Sydney, Australia. This is my first post. The start of my depression began, in my opinion, around the age of 8. I had no friends, so I talked to the school counselor, Wendy, whenever I could. We played Go Fish or Snap and talked all lunch. She was my best friend, and I thought she was so beautiful. I wanted to be like her when I grew up.

The day before my 9th birthday was my last day with her. She said even tho the next day was her day off, she’d come anyway so […]

6/11/2013 2 comments

A Call at One

by XxmagicianxX 1/22/2013

written by XxmagicianxX

“Hello?”

“I can see it now.”

“See what?”

“You finding me here.”

“Jason, I don’t even talk to you, we’re not even friends, why would I find you dead?”

“Because, I’ll make sure you find me. You’re the reason I’m doing this. It’s your fault.”

“What are you doing? What’s my fault?”

“My blood is on your hands.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look outside your window, Brent.”

“What? Hello? Jason alright fine I’ll go to the window, just answer me. Hello?”

“……………………………………………………-cough-………-cough-………………”

Brent went over to his window and looked out to see Jason hanging from the tree in his front yard. Jason’s wrists were sliced wide open, and there was blood trickling down from his mouth. […]

1/22/2013 2 comments

Lost

by tbird 11/30/2012

written by tbird

My Daddy was a great man. He served as an ANZAC corporal when he was younger, he helped failing communities to fix all their problems. Daddy was one who made others laugh and smile, he smiled along with them. This is his story, (IM LEAVING OUT OUR NAMES INCASE SOME ONE DESIDES TO STALK MY FAMILY)

“Daady” i ran outside to Daddy washing his truck “and how is my baby princess? bubba how old are you now?” Daddy dropped the hose and picked me up “im this money!” i held up a $1 coin to say i was 1 “ohh thank you bubba girl, want a […]

11/30/2012 1 comment

No more tears…

by RogueShadow1281 7/4/2012

written by RogueShadow1281

Death, sadness, joy…
Doesn’t matter if it’s a sad anime called fruits baskets, or a dead person. I can’t cry, nor can I though intense happiness. The tears have dried up completely. I come about a breath away from tears, yet they never come. For some reason, I hope to be able to again.Â

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My mom and step-dad are most likely getting a divorce now. I remember the day my mom took 2 hours extra to get home and my dad accused her of cheating. Then a few months later, my dad asked on one cold night. We sat on the cold front yard and he […]

7/4/2012 3 comments

I need just one…

by Earthshaker 6/30/2012

written by Earthshaker

I rigged my rope about an hour ago….in the front yard. I just need someone to say something nice to me before I leave.

6/30/2012 14 comments

One Dead Bird

by Violet Blake 5/5/2012

written by Violet Blake

I found a dead bird in my front yard the other day.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so caught up on this one animal because to be honest I really don’t like birds (long story) but this particular bird was different.

It started with my cousin’s apparent death that is encroaching more and more rapidly with each day.

My cousin, Zachariah, has been my paralyazed from the neck down since he was seventeen in a motocross accident. At first he was still the same cousin I loved, still able to move around in his electric wheel chair which he would always give me rides on whenever I wanted. He […]

5/5/2012 1 comment