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CONCRETE ANGEL [10] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
TWO COULD KEEP A SECRET IF ONE OF THEM WAS DEAD. ANGELA ROSE CARTER 2002-2016 And she flew to a place, Where she was loved. One concrete angel. THE END #concreteangel #story #martinamcbride #shortstory #yoors #iamnewhere
CONCRETE ANGEL [2] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
SMOOTHING HER DRESS, she left for school. All alone - she had no friends. Who would want to be with the girl who killed her own mother? #concreteangel #martinamcbride #shortstory #yoors
CONCRETE ANGEL [4] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
SHE WALKED BACK HOME with a small smile on her face. It had been a good day so far. So far. #concreteangel #shortstory #story #iamnewhere #martinamcbride #yoors
CONCRETE ANGEL [3] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
AT LUNCHTIME A BOY CAME and sat next to our angel. He talked, she listened. It felt good. #concreteangel #shortstory #martinamcbride #yoors #iamnewhere
CONCRETE ANGEL [5] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
AT HOME THE NIGHTMARE STARTED. "Bring me a beer!", her father yelled. She obeyed and tried her hardest to please him. She even scrubbed the floors and washed the dishes. To look like a good girl in her papa's eyes. #story #shortstory #martinamcbride #concreteangel #yoors #iamnewhere
Double A batteries
Zarish Khan
7 months ago
#shortstory #Iamnewhere Leaves rustled under the silver of the moonlight as the sky mourned the absence of the sun, all clad in black. With a heavy heart and sweaty palms, he took long strides towards his destination. Dressed in a black hooded jacket and stained sweatpants, he appeared to be a well-built man in his early 40's. His backpack rested on his shoulders and his hood veiled his face. Cri...
Hoe zal ik het zeggen?
Dewaputra
3 weeks ago
UITDAGING: schrijf een shortstory van één zin In één zin - - Voor het eerst sinds jaren dook opeens weer, totaal onverwacht, die verontrustende gedachte in mijn hoofd op, een gedachte die naar ik me nu realiseer in de loop der tijd en op een wel zeer subtiele wijze ongemerkt steeds verder naar de achtergrond verdween om uiteindelijk bijna onvindbaar in de figuurlijk verste uithoeken van mijn g...
Opa's kast.
peerke70
1 week ago
Heerlijk, geschiedenis gaat meer voor je leven wanneer je het gaat vertellen door je eigen ogen. In het volgende verhaal heb ik waargebeurde delen verbonden aan delen die ik zelf heb verzonnen. Ik kreeg daadwerkelijk ineens een heel trots gevoel toen ik klaar was. Het was echt mijn opa! Ik heb het ook verteld vanuit het perspectief van een kind. Ik hoop dat ik ook het taalgebruik hier een beetje o...
Vallen voor bouw, vallen.
peerke70
3 weeks ago
In een schrijfcursus die ik heb gedaan moesten we een verhaal schrijven bij een foto die we zagen, een mooi ouderwets gebouw. Heerlijk vond ik het. De sfeer pakken, een personage neerzetten (daar ging het om). De vallen waar het hier om gaat zijn vallen die gezet worden... Ik hoop dat ik het personage voor jullie kan laten leven? Afbeelding van Herbert Aust via Pixabay #shortstory    Is dit een ...
Op een mooie winterdag ! #Husky
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1 week ago
Tussen de bergen in een mooie houten blokhut woont de stoere Husky. Husky is een avontuurlijke 4- voeter die niets liever doet dan de slee voorruit trekken. Rennen en leiden met haar pootjes door de sneeuw. Op een prachtige morgen met de zon hoog aan de hemel wordt Husky voor de slee gespannen. Ze gaat rennen en vind het heerlijk, ze voelt de slee met de gouden glijders achter zich. Vol overgave z...
ARB101 (blurb)
Um_royhan
7 months ago
Hi guys 😍, I decided to post on of my books here. Please kindly support me. ~~~~ "It all started with a private text" They were two strangers They met on WhatsApp group He fell in love with her over time She liked him but did not believe in love He would do anything for her happiness She would be happy to be with him But... He was married and with a son She was single but not wanted to mingle H...
Mijn Web-Serie van 5 jaar oud!
Maluc
2 weeks ago
Mijn Web-serie van 5 jaar oud - #shortstory#interactief#webserie#YouTube Het wordt maar eens tijd dat ik ook deze serie ga delen op Yoors! De serie waarbij IEDEREEN een impact kan hebben door reacties te plaatsen... Ik heb namelijk op mijn YouTube kanaal een Web-Serie waar ik al 3 jaar mee bezig ben genaamd Comment Combine. In deze Web-Serie gebruik ik reacties van mijn kijkers gebruik om zo een a...
Verbeeldingskracht
peerke70
3 weeks ago
Gisteren heb ik een short story geplaatst op basis van een schrijfcursus die ik heb gevolgd. Daar moest ik werken aan een personage. Vandaag weer eentje. Hier ging het over context. Maar ook het personage moest een plek krijgen, dus steeds iets nieuws erbij. Ik heb er een brief van gemaakt. Fantasy, een vlucht uit de realiteit. Het beeld dat we moesten gebruiken was niet deze, maar ook een schilde...
FIVE MINUTES (a short story)
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
Five minutes. That had been all that had changed my life. Well, not exactly my life. More like my point of view about certain things, certain events, even certain people. Who knew that so much was happening behind our backs? Secret operations in tunnels. Drugs, extracted from human beings. True facts about chilling crimes were being hidden from the public. Mind control. Even our television! We had...
The loving memories
kbsecond1001
7 months ago
#Iamnewhere#writing#shortstoryI have never seen her look so pale as she did today... Glancing at her from the corridors, the first time I've seen her in years. I froze.. Froze at the very first sight of her. A sensation of numbness had filled my body, paralyzing me to the core. It was almost as it was suffocating me, I couldn't help as the tears escaped my eyes and ran down my cheeks. Filled with ...
CONCRETE ANGEL [6] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
THAT NIGHT, she opened her window to let some fresh air, when she saw him. Her miracle from heaven. #song #martinamcbride #concreteangel #story #shortstory #iamnewhere #yoors
Barkeep stories(forgive me?)
Just read(en)
6 months ago
Italics monologue are in between * * as i couldn't edit it in italics.----------------+----++-++++++ "Hey seam! Another round of vodka for me." Regular girl on the corner yells while barkeeper was pouring a cocktail into the glass. It had been one of busiest night,and for a moment barkeeper had caught a breath but his work was still not done. The night seemed to be elongating for him like that cor...
The Waiting Room
aaronwaugust
7 months ago
#time #clock #freewriting #shortstory #stories #fiction #absurd If you would please take note of the clock at the corner of the room, it is ticking. Not simply the incessant tick of a second’s passing, it is the incandescent tock of life gone by. Waste not your moments, they go by quick, round the countenance of the clock. For life is like a candle wick burning from a fire’s frock. Slowly as ...
CONCRETE ANGEL [9] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
IN SUDDEN, THE FATHER BURST INTO THE ROOM and began hurting the angel. The boy just stood there, powerless. The shock had captured his body. By the time he had left the unconscious condition, it was too late. "She's gone," the paramedics said and crushed the boy's heart. #concreteangel #martinamcbride #story #shortstory #song #yoors #fotografering #iamnewhere 
CONCRETE ANGEL [8] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
THE BEST NIGHT IN HER LIFE. She finally felt free. She told him her secret. He promised to keep it. #concreteangel #martinamcbride #story #shortstory #yoors #iamnewhere
CONCRETE ANGEL [7] - a songfic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
"HEY," HE GREETED. She smiled at him and greeted back. He felt happy. The girl had finally spoken. And the young night began. #concreteangel #martinamcbride #shortstory #story #yoors #iamnewhere
CONCRETE ANGEL [1] - a song fic
keepfaithbaby
2 months ago
TRIGGER WARNING! This story is based on a song about child abuse. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! SHE LIED AGAIN TODAY and hid the bruises from the human eye. How could she tell the truth? He would kill her. He had promised. #concreteangel #shortstory #martinamcbride #yoors
A Hatred Bathed In Yellow
filming.pages
6 months ago
Eleanor hated two things with a passion: waiting and the colour yellow.If you asked her why she hated waiting so much, she would reply that she’s a respectable young woman, thank you very much, and when someone makes her wait, say for an appointment, then they disregard not only her, but also her family’s place in society. . Now, as for the colour yellow, Eleanor looked at everything that had ...
Home and away
Ubah_Siraad
7 months ago
As you may be reading this, I am an ordinary teenaged girl. My life began in Holland when I was merely a child, yet I remember every moment I have ever encountered-every joy, every happiness, good, bad. Everything.People claim that not much people remember their infancy but I disagree. My mind seems to work like this: I remember such memories that had happened years ago but sometimes I can forget ...
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