LOGINI was different in my early childhood; I didn't see what others saw. She looked at her reflection. Not for the first time did she notice the resemblance to a doll. The pale, even porcelain skin, the face with the high cheekbones, the eyes with the long, thick eyelashes, all of this gave her a fragile and innocent look. In the next few years this little girl will grow into a beautiful woman who knows how to use her attractiveness. Men will turn around to her in rows, worship her and fall on their knees in front of her ... Her father was a man who believed that evil lurked around every corner. Too bad that evil lived under his roof, because it had infected his sons, which he could not or would not see. ....... My friend, death. You are always by my side and tempt me; lure me with freedom and refuge. How would it feel to feel your icy breath on my skin and to be free? Oh, to lie in your arms is my heart's desire; my fulfillment. Get me to you! Bring me into your world, for which I have longed for so long! Let me be mighty and strong Let me forget my pain You have determined my thoughts since I was a child; are the ruler of my soul and my heart. I want to leave my life behind; my parents who hated me since I was born and whom I hate. My life is destroying me, a little more every day. I am not born to be loved and protected. It is my destiny to walk in the deepest darkness and find no rest; A way out of my life; from my personal hell. You will be my savior one day
View MoreThe torture of guilty conscience is a living soul's hell.... John CalvinWhere's the cursed water?She frantically turned the tap and looked in panic at the large, round shower head.“Why isn't it?” She howled in despair, slapping the flat of her hand against the smooth, chalky white tiles."Come on!"She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown when she finally felt the first drops on her skin. Emilia McDermott felt a surge of relief. The water would purify them; it would make it all right again. A confident smile spread across her lips.This froze momentarily wandered as her eyes to her forearms, where she is disco
2000- Teaching Mrs. ClarkOther things may change, but we start and end with families. - Anthony BrandtHillary Clark hurriedly looked at the clock hanging over the door of her office. It was just before three. You had five minutes to be on time. The teacher lowered her gaze and went back to the English essays she had collected today in eighth grade, but she could not concentrate because the conversation with Mrs. Monroe and her daughter Ophelia was about to begin.For over two months she had been trying to get Ophelia's par
Oh, fuck you," he scolded, giving him a disparaging look. He wasn't going to let his son reprimand him. What did this kid think who he was? Did he think a single headbutt would put him in his place? Lionel was a lot older and had already had some shit in his life, so his rebellious behavior was a trifle that he accepted with a yawn."You don't scare me, you little pisser," he hissed and wanted to get up, but Brolin slowed him down with a powerful punch against the left temple. The blow knocked Lionel Delaney to the ground, where he lay gasping for breath. His body was shaking with a tremor that he could not control. His head throbbed like it did when some guy pulled a baseball bat over him in a bar fight. His son had triggered the same pain in him with his bare fist, which showed him that he had grown strong over the years; so strong that it became a serious threat to him."There ... that will change now", he threatened him sternly and kicked Lionel unmoved in the face
1998- Shhh ...The greatest revelation is the silence. - Laotse "The secret for shiny white laundry ..."The brightly colored television picture flickered restlessly and distorted before his bespectacled eyes, which gave him nausea and a throbbing headache. Nevertheless, it never occurred to him to do anything else during his evening because his television was the few luxuries he was allowed to call his own. Therefore, he planted himself comfortably