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Category:
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Alumni, Schools and Education |
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Created:
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Mar 6, 2005 |
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Public |
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Members:
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17 |
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Owner:
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Jason QUALLS
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Language:
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English |
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Country:
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United States of America |
HEY IF YOU WANT TO READ POEMS ABOUT LOVE AND SADNESS AND OR SCARY STORIES AND URBAN LEGENDS THEN EMAIL ME AT JASON2VOORHEES@AOL.COM AND I WILL SEND YOU THEM.
THE TWINS
When I was seventeen, and before I was married to my first husband, I found out that I was pregnant. At that time I was carrying twins. A few weeks later I began having complications, and one of my twin babies had died. At the time I was living with my parents. My best friend and I shared a room which had been added onto the house years before. One morning I had woke up very early, and had felt a strange presence staring at me. In the corner of my bedroom by the door, I saw a small child. It was a little girl about three or four years old. She has long golden brown curls and she was dressed in a frilly blue dress. She looked very upset, and very afraid. I attempted to talk to her, but she disappeared. At the time I didn't mention this to anyone in the house, but continued to see her quite often. Each time that I saw her, I would try to speak with her, and she would disappear. Then one night my Mom and my best friend and I were in my room laying in my bed just talking about stuff. My Mom turned her head toward the corner of the room, and I noticed that she turned a bit pale, then she shook her head. When we asked her what was wrong She stated that she must be too tired because she was starting to see things. And at that time, I knew that it wasn't just me anymore, and asked my mother what she saw. She stated that she saw a beautiful little girl standing in the corner. I asked her to describe the little girl, and my mother described everything, exactly the same way that I had seen her. I then explained that I had been seeing this child frequently, and how I tried to communicate with her. My mother suggested that I keep trying to do so. So for the next few months, I would talk to this little spirit, and before long she stopped disappearing. But she still made no effort to respond. Then in late November of nineteen ninety-five, I gave birth to my other existing twin baby Kathleen. The little spirit was now becoming a more frequent visitor. She would push my new baby daughter in her wind up baby swing, play with her in her walker, and watch over her while she slept. But the whole time the little girl seemed sad. Then one night, she came to me in a dream and asked me what I would have named her had she been born too. That is when I realized that this little girl was the child that I had lost during my pregnancy. I told her that I would have named her Courtney. And in my dream I held her in my arms. Since that night, she has appeared less frequently, and when she does, she is smiling. I thought that she was wanting me to focus more on my other children. My daughter is now three, the same age as my little spirit child. And looks identical to the little spirit who once stood in my room every night not too long ago. I know that she still visits her twin sister every now and then. Kathleen has told me about how Courtney comes to play with her and her new baby brother. And I feel secure that there is a precious little angel looking out for them.
Hiya , Thank You for contacting me. Let me apologize for taking so long to reply back to You. YOUR A MEMBER OF MY GROUP "LOVE AND SADNESS"
I had forgotten that I had joined this web site a year ago. It wasn't until When I had recently received an email about the group that I had created on here that I remembered this site.
But the good thing is that I have finished work on several emails of poems, jokes and horror stories for you to enjoy and share with your friends. But, They are of a mature nature. I hope that is ok with you? Some info is listed below should tell you how to contact me if you want to read my emails .Thanks again for contacting me. I hope It would be cool to correspond again to get to know one another. Have a good one friend.
YOU CAN JUST CLICK ON MY PROFILE AND FROM THERE YOU CAN GO TO MY JOURNAL. I HAVE MANY DIFFERENT CHAPTERS IN IT. SIMPLY JUST CLICK ON THE DIFFERENT NUMBERS AT THE TOP OF MY JOURNAL PIC TO READ THROUGH EACH CHAPTER. OR YOU MAY JUST EMAIL ME FOR THEM.
IF YOU WANT TO READ POEMS OF LOVE AND SADNESS OR TALES OF TERROR THEN JUST CLICK ON THE LINK TO MY PROFILE. THERE I HAVE MANY DIFFERENT SETS OF POEMS AND STORIES. ALSO PLEASE TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL BY GOING TO MY PROFILE. IF YOU HAVE ANY TROUBLE WITH IT OR WOULD LIKE JUST GET BACK TO ME AT JASON2VOORHEES@AOL .COM WITH YOUR SCREEN NAME ADDRESS AND I WILL SEND YOU MY 3 SETS OF EMAILS OF WRITINGS. BY DOING THIS ITS EASIER BECAUSE ALL OF THE POEMS AND STORIES ARE TOGETHER AND YOU MAY ALSO SAVE THEM IN YOUR FILE CABINET., ALSO YOU MAY FORWARD THE EMAILS TO YOUR FRIENDS TO THEY MAY ALSO ENJOY THEM.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THE WRITINGS ARE OF A MATURE SUBJECT MATTER FOR THOSE WITH AN OPEN MIND OK THANKS.
I THINK IT WOULD BE COOL IF WE COULD BE FRIENDS IF THAT'S OK WITH YOU. IF SO THEN JUST GET BACK TO ME AT THE SCREEN NAME LISTED BELOW SO WE CAN SEND EACH OTHER A FRIEND INVITE SO WE CAN JOIN ONE ANOTHER'S FRIEND LIST OK THANK YOU.
A DOZEN ROSES
It was exactly thirteen more days until Brooke graduated high school. Brooke's father told her that each day starting tomorrow, he would give her a rose for each year she had been in school, which was twelve. Each day he would give her one more than the last day. That day her father went to work, and was killed in a car accident. He never gave his daughter the roses he promised. Exactly twelve years later... Brooke became a Jr. high school teacher. And it was also just twelve days before graduation day. she went to her work mailbox, and there she found a single lavender rose. She looked for a card to see who was the sender of the rose, and found a small white piece of paper that said nothing but her own name on it. She didn't think much about it until the next day, when she was on her way home, and stumbled upon two pink roses tied together with a red ribbon. There were two pieces of paper, one on each rose. The first one said for, and the second one said Brooke. And it went on like that. Three the next day, then four, the five. Until she got to the twelfth day. It was her last class before the end of the day, and she was surprised that she hadn't received any roses yet, the bell rang. Only twelve of her twenty-four students remained in class. "What are you all waiting for?" she asked. The last school day bell rang. A boy from the front row came up to her desk and placed a single red rose on it, then gathered his things and left. Then one by one ten more kids came up to her desk and laid a single red rose on it then left. The Twelfth child, a girl wearing a beautiful white satin dress, like Brooke has worn to her father's funeral and then to her graduation party in memory of her father, slowly emerged from her desk after everyone else had left. She had a pink rose in her hand and said to Brooke, "This one had a little note attached to it." Then the girl picked up her things and left, leaving Brooke alone. She opened the note it read... "Brooke, I finally kept my promise."
FADE TO BLACK BY METALLICA
(THIS SONG IS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO WRITE)
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone.
No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye.
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