The Little Sil
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I'll write about everything in an anything kind of way ♥
Religious cult survivor / Photographer/ Wild hearted dreamer
Stories (4)
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Runt Of The Litter
There I am, shy of 14. I never thought I was the runt; a little weak soul that didn't grow just like it should have. Never noticed the strange stares or sniggers and sarcastic remarks - I just laughed along too. Being the start of every joke wasn't so strange to me and even if it hurt my feelings, wasn't there peace in just smiling it away? Because where had standing up for myself ever got me. The answer you wonder? Nowhere. There was no happy place in confidence because my circle did not embrace me for who I was.
By The Little Sil4 years ago in Confessions
Companions In Flight
A faint coo echoed through the distant forest. The feathers of a wide, and beautiful winged creature cascaded to the dirt of the earth. A dejected, injured howl escaped into the night. It could not speak, but it could try. Hopefully, there would be someone, somewhere to save him. And maybe, just maybe, he could save them.
By The Little Sil4 years ago in Fiction
I Can Explain
It’s not justification, just an explanation. It’s not an excuse even though you say it is. When someone speaks to gain understanding, an excuse is not present. I know you think it seems so lousy; like justification for so called ‘bad behaviour.’ But I challenge you to really think outside your own box of care. If it was you, yes, you, would you dare? Would you label your explanations as justifications?
By The Little Sil4 years ago in Humans
All The Things I Have To Say To You
Dear you, With a name and face unknown to me, Here is a letter for you. I’m sure not much will change about how I feel in the coming years. Although one cannot be sure for our thoughts are like transient little beings migrating south. I’ve long wondered about you as every little girl has. You’re my prince you see; the very man my barbies kissed when I was 5 and the person, I imagined playing weddings at 7. All this time I’ve been building an expectation of you. Don’t worry – I don’t expect you to ascend from the heavens with roses.
By The Little Sil4 years ago in Poets
