The rain fell down my face
Washing away my tears
A subtly offered embrace
I smiled softly
And I knew I should have run
But the outcome; far too costly
I held out my hand
And was met with another
A sandy hand, one I couldn’t understand
I was wrapped in white
And led to my grave
A home that was built upon fright, out of sight
Again began the cycle of hurt
One I must remove myself from
A hand was raised, this time I cursed
My white dress turned red
But not from the blood of I
From the blood of the head
Of the man I just shot dead
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Nura Elmagbari
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Chapter 1: The Freakish Storm There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was the last line I read out of my book before the life I knew would change forever. It seems like a lifetime ago when my sister Michelle and I survived the scariest night of our lives, the same night our best friend disappeared. It was about three years ago, but the memory is still as fresh in my mind as if it had happened yesterday, even if no one believes us.
By Nura Elmagbari4 years ago in Fiction
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Oh wow, didn't expect that ending! I loved it!