Justis Thomas
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Gemini ♊️ Wild & Crazy but Chill, Writer and future business Owner. June 20th 🤩 I just write my heart on paper 📝
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At First Glance
Ever since I was little I always dreamed about how a date with The Tony Blair would be like. He’s a super television star on my favorite show Called Enchantmental. I believe we have everything in common we both love to paint, our favorite food is crab, our favorite book is Letter to burn by UniqueJD. We have so much in common, I think we’re made for each other. I could give him everything he desires and more because we love the same things and ]have a creative spirits, yeah or so I thought.
By Justis Thomas5 years ago in Humans
Inside
Inside ~ By : J Tales are something parents tell their kids so they sleep better at night. Peaceful and Enchanting dreams created by the fairytales of their favorite superheroes or who they admire most in the world. To avoid the darkness and fearful nightmares of reality hidden beneath the surface. Lights grants truth and the truth brings peace. How long before those fairytales become lies? Well this story however is not a fairytale but it is the deepest part of your mind. Emma lays awake at night hoping and praying her mind’s eye is just an illusion. Inside the shadows there is a light in the distance pulling Emma and longing for her to reach it. The darkness that surrounds Emma to the point she hears nothing but the sound of her own thoughts at night. Asking herself “what’s wrong with me?” Over and over again never coming up with an answer for hope. “Faith” she whispered to herself, “I have to believe in faith” but is that all she can wish for. A shiny star in the sky, A last glimmer of hope and freedom. Is faith really all there is for an answer? With her hands over her head and pacing back and forth until she falls to her knees and Just cries. Crying for hours of the night til falling asleep to wake up to the sunlight hitting her face. She has to put a smile on her face and pick out an extraordinary outfit to start the day. Covering her wore out eyes from crying all night with makeup. Emma’s mind pushes back all the bad and focused a smile on her face for the entire day just waiting to go home and suffer in silence. “Another day....” she said as she walks into the whole slowly breaking inside but holding up a strong front to hide herself from showing she’s breaking inside. After a long Emma comes home and it’s filled with silence again so she turns on the music to surround the room with noise. After awhile of sitting with so much noise in the room it becomes not enough the thoughts in her head drown out the noise. So she finally stands up and walks in her bathroom and grabs pills. She takes a few with some liquor. “I can’t do it anymore” she cries. She turns the music off and goes to lay down but her body is so weak. Emma lost all hope the moment she took those pills. Everything in her body screams to die, that her only peace is death. As her eyes closing slowly she can hear footsteps but can’t make a face it’s all a blur. As she’s embraces her faith and ready to go into an eternal deep sleep and she slips into the darkness of her mind spiraling down memories. She remembers the coldness and loneliness of when she was raped for the first time as a child. Men coming into her room as she was sleeping putting their hands around her neck so she couldn’t scream as one man rips her clothes and the others hold her down from struggling. Her eyes start to blur in and out of focus as if she was going to die but before she lost all vision she could see the man’s face. With a slightly shaved beard and dark hair and eyes of coldness as he took off her pants and forced himself upon her. The face she saw, the face she loved so dearly once before .... was her own father.
By Justis Thomas5 years ago in Psyche
Letter To Burn 🔥
Started with a kiss 💋 The moment She met him it was like a tidal wave of emotions. All the thoughts in her head was silent for the first time. Her that was drawn to chaos stopped yarning for destruction. She couldn’t quite peace together what these feelings she had was supposed to mean. Praying for answering, begging for understanding. Hoping for salvation that she already had. In no means is this a love story, in fact this was her letter to burn.
By Justis Thomas5 years ago in Filthy
