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Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:36

WEE WOO WEE WOO

THE SIRENS I HEAR

THEY ARE COMING FOR ME

WHATEVER SHALL I DO?!

QUICK.

HIDE.

THE SIRENS ARE NEAR.

THE SIRENS ARE COMING FOR ME,

QUICK

RUN.

THE SIRENS ARE ALL I CAN HEAR.

QUICK,

QUICK

QUICK.

Siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:36

    It wasn’t long before I heard sirens. They were after me. I sprinted from the alley and took off down the boulevard. The streets of Manhattan were especially crowded during this time. I shoved people out of the way and dodged the cars that were stopped by traffic. As soon as I was out of the deep city, I ran to my bike and put the satchel that contained the stolen item in the basket. Then I got on and pedaled down a twisted road until I reached a big mound of dirt. I hopped off the bike, grabbed the satchel, and hurried to the backside of the mound. The trapdoor was locked. Good, Samuel did his job.

    I took the key from my boot and unlocked the door. The stench from the hole was repulsive. I fumbled for the lantern on the wall. Once I found it I flipped the switch and the tunnel came to life with a bright yellow light. I started down the tunnel and stopped when I got to the ladder. Or at least the place where the ladder used to be. Now it was all caved in and clogged with rocks. Someone had been here.

    I look around for any clues that might tell me who had invaded our hideout. Nothing. Well at least I still had the item. It would have been the most recent and most valuable addition to our collection.

    After I realize that there is no way to get down the hole I left the tunnel and went back to the city to look for Samuel. I decide to go to Samuel's grandmother's apartment, which he now owns because she died six months ago. I knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. Still no answer. I tried the door handle but it's locked. I get out my phone and try to call him. I hear his cell phone ring from inside the apartment. That's weird. Samuel always carries his phone with him. So he either forgot it, which is very unlikely, or he is ignoring me for some reason I didn't understand. Then it came to me. First, Samuel was always watching the items as if someone was going to steal them. Second, only Samuel and I know where the hideout is and no one could have forced him to tell them because Samuel is mute, which made talking on the phone awkward because were had to use morse code. Third, Samuel is extremely strong and could have easily moved the rocks to clog the hole. The astonishment and rage in my chest hurt so bad it was as if someone was stabbing me. Samuel had been my partner in crime since we were twelve. Why would he turn against me? I was his only friend. I was the one who accepted him when everyone else ignored him and laughed at him when he didn't understand how to respond to people's questions. What did I do that was so bad to him that made him turn against me?

    I was so wrapped up in thought that I didn't hear the sirens. They were close now. Probably on the street outside of the apartment. I thought quickly about where to hide. There was nowhere. All the doors were locked. I thought about running up to the roof but then I would just be cornered. Soon, I heard the footsteps of heavy boots on the stairs. They were moving fast. It wasn't long before the police officers were grabbing my hands and putting me in cuffs. Then the police gagged me and brought me down stairs, outside, and into their car. The drive to the police station was short. When the officers took me out of the car, they ungagged me brought me inside. After that, they brought me into an interrogation room and sat me down in a chair. I only had to wait a minute before the police chief came into the room and sat opposite me. The first question he asked me was if I how he found out that I was a master thief. I replied with a simple no and then stared at the table. The chief cleared his throat and said that I was here because of my friend. My mine exploded with hatred. Samuel had told on me.

 

GUM

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:36

This is about how a kid was in school for chewing gum and he had to at least learn his lesson but not very often. He is usually always straight forward when it comes to chewing gum no matter what just going for it. It's just a matter before he would be a complete weirdo. Also, he is a good science student. But Awful partner with someone name Pickle Bombino he isn't very good at school as well.

Anything But Them

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:36

I could hear them in the distance again. The loud, ear-splitting sirens that notified yet another destruction of a town. They were at such a high decibal, that anything within 5 miles would be immediately killed. The sirens were slowly creeping closer to my home though. However for the last 15 years, they always stayed at least 30 miles away, thank God. However, tonight it was different, instead of hearing them at eight o'clock sharp, I heard them at 8:02. They were never late, nor early and this thought haunted me until I realized. The Rebels, a group of fighters that were slowly but surely gaining more and more power over the looming threat of the sirens. They had detained them for two minutes tonight, which was a record and for once in my small, fear-filled life, there was hope. Hope of being able to go out of my home and see the light. Hope to meet new people and see new things. Hope for a normal life in which I can live in. Hope for this torture to end, once and for all. 

Cashmere Sweater

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:36

It was a cashmere sweater. An ugly thing. It didn't seem to have any value what so ever; to anyone. Dare I say... barf-colored. For some reason I was drawn to it. Like a dull magnet that just barely hangs on to the refridgerator. It was no wonder it was in this bedraggled thrift store. I was in the thrift store. My family writes letters to me once in a while but they seem to have forgotten about me the past few months. I had run away from home three years ago. My father a drunk and my older brother a drug adict. When I first left I slept in the diaper section in the local bulk store. I stole ketchup packets from the school cafetiria. I only had school to keep me alive in the soal. I am a perfect studentwith straight A's across the board. But I am the ugly one... the one that noone wants to be friends with. I mean not much at all to anyone. I don't have a home... Although I serve my purpose. I'm seen as the scragly one.  I am the Cashmere Sweater. 

Me as a father

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:35

As I father I really just hope that I have a boy.  I want a boy because boys grow up and will connect with me better, he will be able to help me with hard work, watch similar shows and movies as me, hunt with me, and I could show him how to be a good guy.  As I father I will push my son to play hockey, the greatest game on earth.  I feel that I will be able to coach my son so that he is so good he makes it to the NHL.  I will be the best father ever, and I mean ever.  I will always support him and be his best friend.  I will teach him everything.  I am going to be he most badass dad ever one day in the future... the distant future.

The Siren Drive By

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:35

I woke up one morning as the firetruck with the loud sirens go by. I go downstairs and get ready for school and then I get in the car. My mom shouts to me "Hey come on get in the car you are going to be late".  I walk downstairs get in the car and drive to school and see the flashing lights in my head I say "oh no". We drive by slowly with all the traffic in front of us and all you see is damaged cars and lots of glass everywhere. All of a sudden me and my mom see a car that looks familiar "oh crap" we both said as we knew the car that got crashed was my grandmas car. After we see it we get out as quickly as possible and see if my grandma is ok no she's not all scratched up with her crying right there.  

Siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:35

When I hear a siren sort of get scared because I want to know if something bad is happening.  Also when I hear a siren on a police car it makes me wonder what is going on and what happend.  Once my mom got pulled over and there were sirens and my mom stopped and I was scared but this was when I was two but now its like when my parents get pulled over I just sit there and wonder what happened.  When I hear a fire truck it makes me worry whats going to happen because there could be a house fire and just a plain fire.  Also when a cop is chasing a bad guy in a car then the car could be driving crazy and I could get into a car crash.

Bean

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:35

Bean. My child hood nickname. Bean. The Nick name I was given when I was no older than 4. Bean is the nickname that has stuck through we me through everything. And why? Because for as long as I can remember I have always been the smallest of my family. 6ft and taller, everyone was beiiger than 6ft and had muscles and an equal body porportions. But why Bean? Standing at 5'5 in eight grade when my ancestors and family members at my age were well in the 6 feet zone, tiny like a bean.  Slender and straight with bad posture and a bad case of scoliosis, a late bloomer not to mention. Bean was the name that has stuck with me. Bean is the name that teachers, family and close best friends have called me. But what happens when one of your bestfriends starts one of those "We are going to be dating all through collage"  relationships with one of your good guy friends and it ruins your friendly relationship with that guy because she starts calling him.. Drum roll..... Bean. "Why bean" I ask agrivated.  "Its cute and it suits him! Beans are cute!" "Thats my nick name!" I clench my fists  "Oh suck it up! It was a nickname from when you were younger. Get over it!" 

If I had Wings

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:35

Almost when and where ever I see a bird, 

I wonder what it is like to have wings.

Being able to look down at the mountains, 

and touching the soft and fluffy clouds.

Soaring through the sky.

Having my face rub against the calm winds.

Landing on top of a high mountain

thinking that you are the king.

Traveling the world with no worrying

If I had Wings.

How did I get myself into this?

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:35

          I just knew I was going to die someday, I'd been hoping I wouldn't but death in inevitable. I was diagnosed with a brain tumor 3 months ago, the symptoms have been getting worse and I don't know if I can hold on much longer. The Doctor told me, "Not to worry," or "Soon you'll be up and better than ever!" I believed him at first... Stupid optimistic thinking brain. My only thoughts from when I was diagnosed to now have been an internal clock but with half the nubers clouded over. Not like 3 months ago when I thought about dogs, my friends, and all the wonderful things I was going to do for my birthday. This tumor might have saved me in a way, it was like a slap of common sense saying, "You won't live forever! If I need to near kill you for you to notice... That's just sad." Alas I am not imaginative enough for that now, no puppies are going to overrun the looming shroud of death burdening my shoulders. My mom waltzes in, talking abouthow the day she has planned is  going to be GREAT! "We can read books, color mandala's, text your friends, fun right?" 

           "Of course!" I lie, i've been working on my fake smile and feel like it's been getting better. More convincing I mean, definitely not more real, nothing can be any more real then the life sentence i've been condemned to. 

The Followers

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

I heard the sirens outside they were coming. They were going to kill me. I quickly packed a bag full of clothes and food and snuck out the back there were fires and panick. I heard babys crying and kids calling for there parents I wanted to help but I couldn't let them get me again. I needed to escape to a place they would never find me. There were dead bodys everywhere I felt the lump in my throat grow. I reached the gate "dammit" it was locked I went to the booth next to it where the tall buff guy usually stood but he wasnt there so I searched for the keys. I found them under a desk in a little blue box I grabbed them and ran back to the gate. There were at least 50 keys it would take to long to find the right one so I stuffed them into my bag a started to climb the gate. I hauled myself over the top and jumped down.

The place

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

I just knew. I knew that this would never end well. I knew that nothing good would every come out of this. I told them not to go. I told them that I didn't want to go. But they went, and they draged me down with them. Sitting here, in the hospital, thinking out my life got to this point. If only I had said no and not let them drag me with them. This place was off limits. This place was illegal. This place is no where anybody should go or be forced to go. This place was nothing short of torture. The bare naked trees almost uprooted by the wind surrounded this place, in once giant circle like it was it's way of protecting anybody who had the urge to enter. The brown crunchy grass bared the ground that surrounding this place. As if those signs had not been enough crubmle the dreams of people who wanted to enter this place. This place of torture. The minute you entered the safe circle of trees, your heart beat would start to beat faster and faster with the scecond. So much that is would almost take your breath away. The eriee wind howled around you as if it was trying to take you away. Far far away. The building. The old, run down, broken glass filled, dark as midnight building. The worst of them all, the light that shown from the height of the building. The light that no one knew what it was. The light that scared them all. 

How did I get myself into this?

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

          I just knew I was going to die someday, I'd been hoping I wouldn't but death in inevitable. I was diagnosed with a brain tumor 3 months ago, the symptoms have been getting worse and I don't know if I can hold on much longer. The Doctor told me, "Not to worry," or "Soon you'll be up and better than ever!" I believed him at first... Stupid optimistic thinking brain. My only thoughts from when I was diagnosed to now have been an internal clock but with half the nubers clouded over. Not like 3 months ago when I thought about dogs, my friends, and all the wonderful things I was going to do for my birthday. This tumor might have saved me in a way, it was like a slap of common sense saying, "You won't live forever! If I need to near kill you for you to notice... That's just sad." Alas I am not imaginative enough for that now, no puppies are going to overrun the looming shroud of death burdening my shoulders. My mom waltzes in, talking abouthow the day she has planned is  going to be GREAT! "We can read books, color mandala's, text your friends, fun right?" 

           "Of course!" I lie, i've been working on my fake smile and feel like it's been getting better. More convincing I mean, definitely not more real, nothing can be any more real then the life sentence i've been condemned to. 

The Followers

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

I heard the sirens outside they were coming. They were going to kill me. I quickly packed a bag full of clothes and food and snuck out the back there were fires and panick. I heard babys crying and kids calling for there parents I wanted to help but I couldn't let them get me again. I needed to escape to a place they would never find me. There were dead bodys everywhere I felt the lump in my throat grow. I reached the gate "dammit" it was locked I went to the booth next to it where the tall buff guy usually stood but he wasnt there so I searched for the keys. I found them under a desk in a little blue box I grabbed them and ran back to the gate. There were at least 50 keys it would take to long to find the right one so I stuffed them into my bag a started to climb the gate. I hauled myself over the top and jumped down.

Welcome to the new world

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

              Dear Baby, 

 

       Welcome, your're probably crying right now and if I were you, I would be too. This world is full of amazing things, but sometimes you just want to crawl into a hole and cry. I'm going to fill you in on a couple of things that are happening right now and some advice you should know. 

1. Donald Trump is president. Now, Donald Trump is a good man (in some peoples opinion). Some people may dissagree with you and thats okay. Everybody has their political views and you may not want to dissagree with people about him. People who like him can tear you down in one second. You will either be 4 or 8 when he is done and you may not understand it and thats okay. I still don't really understand politics. 

2. Beyonce is having twins. Okay, so this woman Beyonce is amazing. She has very powerful messages and I'm sure if you google her and listen to her music you will love her forever. You may hear the song "Single Ladies" come on once and a while, and when you do. You will dance until you can not dance no more to that song. Just if you have a boyfriend and she tells you to "put your hands up" I would reccomend you not to. Your boyfirned may be staring at you making sure you do not put those hands up. 

3. While were on the topic of boyfriends and being single. I would not worry about having a boyfriend until your at least in high school. That is the last thing to be worrying about. Also it gets really annoying when a 6th grader is telling you that they're upset because you don't have a boyfriend. 

 

                                                                     I hope you will grow older with a happy, sucessfull life. 

 

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GUM

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

This is about how a kid was in school for chewing gum and he had to at least learn his lesson but not very often. He is usually always straight forward when it comes to chewing gum no matter what just going for it. It's just a matter before he would be a complete weirdo. Also, he is a good science student.

Bad

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

It started when he was 5, he was so hungry he stole a lollipop from the store. Yes a
lollipop even though he was hungry. This moment fueled him to be the thief he is today. When
he was six he stole a nerf gun from his friends house. When he was seven he stole even more
and it kept going up from there. Now he's stealing much more than toys he's stealing electronics
from his friends. When he was 17 he stole his friends smart phone. He got into it and factory
reset it and made it his. His friend ended up calling the cops because he thought someone
broke into his house. The cops traced it back to the thief the stealer the burglar. Turns out the
cops have been looking for him for quite some time now. The cops said we need to take you
downtown to ask you some questions. They ended up throwing him in jail because of all the
things he stole. Once he was out he kept stealing more and more bigger things this time like
vehicles. A bunch of people started hiring him to steal stuff but his luck escaping the police soon
ran out again. He went back to prison for life this time. At this point he was 27 This was exactly
10 years after the first time he was caught. The thief never stole anything again in fact he was
so good he got his sentence reduced to 50 years he was 77 once he got out. And when he did
get out he went back to his family and became a regular person.

Throwing my phone

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

Sometimes I feel like throwing my phone as far as i can. One reason why i feel like i want to throw my phone is that sometimes it like frezzes and I have to turn it fully off and it takes forever. My second reason why is that sometimes when I play games on my phone and im at a high score and then I die it makes me feel like i want to throw my phone but I can't do that because iknow that mom and dads won't want to pay for the phone because they didn't brake it. Next why it feels like I wanna throw my phone is that when I get mad at something like if my parents say "clean your room before you go over to your friends house". 

The void we create|By CJ Frail

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

It was my 14th birthday and the grin on my face expressed my happiness as I ripped and ravaged through the paper holding me back from what lay inside A smartphone not just any old smartphone a iphone 7s plus yes finally I could delve into the interenet and instagram,snapchat,kik,facebook and any other thing imaginable, Instead of using that old house phone. I had started downloading apps and such and set up my phone to my preffered uses and settings and of course didn't forget to thank my family for this phone that had went out of there way for me to get. and finally the day after my birthday came and I had gained a few followers on my instagram most of the people being from my school I had started talking to people I had never even known were in my school and had made many new friends it was fun and I liked it whilst also being to go on the internet talk to anyone all in this simple looking yet very complex phone I basically so to speak had the whole world in my pocket but with (my seven minutes had finished)

Gaben

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:34

Florida

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:33

Sirens make me think of Florida. I know you're probably like what the heck? why does she think of Florida? Does she have something against Florida?, and the answer is no. I have nothing against Florida it is just that I used to live there and something I constantly heard was sirens. There was so many people in Florida that it was so much easier to cause an accident. It is a nice place to vacation when you're on the beach but if you were to just sit down and watch the news you would see constant alerts about something bad happening. Living there is a whole different story, unless you are retired you're probably not going to like it. If you're on the go and work or go to school than you probably could hear sirens on a daily. There is just so much that goes on that you don't know what to do. It's scarier when they are really close and you feel like they're coming for you, that's when it gets scary. So sirens are weird to me for a reason.

I just knew

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:33

I just knew that when the teacher handed me the test I failed. I just knew that my parents would be terribly angry. I just knew that I wouldn't be able to watch tv when I got back this test. I just knew that I'd have to do chores for weeks when I found out my grade. I just knew that everyone of my friends got an A while I failed. My heart tightens when I grab the paper from the teachers hands. Carefully, I turn it over. My heart beats faster and faster until. I see it. It was a 78.5. A C+.  My eyes rose with hapiness, I could feel the gladness shoot through me. I just knew that I was going to be fine. 

When the phone rang

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:33

Today was another day in school seven hours of lerning and I needed a break from the cycle. While I was walking home alone there was a store that looked like it was abandoned. When I walked in I was stunned it looked bran new on the inside on the out side it looked like a war zone tere was no one here then all the suden I heard a phone ring it sounded old it wasnt for me oviously but then another phone wrang and a other a nother a nother until I heard seven phones ringing I got a littel nervouse what if someone saw me come in? no one could see me in here there were no windows or cameras I was trying to wait the phones out but 10 minutes later they were still ringing. I was going to leave until the door wouldnt open classic horror movie I didnt have my phone on me I dont even have a phone. 30 minutes later I couldnt take the ringing I had to find the phones. I looked every where it had to be about 6 o clock now then there was a creek with my nerves on edge a littel door in the wall creeked open I was stuck here so I was going to check it out. In the wall there were seven old phones all ringing, then I looked up and there was writing it said "awnser wisley" I picked up the 6th phone and then it burned and the walls looked like the out side and it was all trashed was that the right phone? am I free know? I was able to walk out side know but there was no one there. I emedietly panick

The Bank-Robbery

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:33

Tim woke in a hospital, not knowing where he was, or why he was there. What happened? Thought Tim. But then, after a couple minutes there of thinking, all the memories came rushing back to him- the bank robbery, the man with the bat, the ambulance, the terrible sound of the police siren in the background. Yes, now Tim remembers clearly. A man- he robbed a bank, then hit Tim, the bank teller, in the back of the head, clearly knocking him out. Tim tried to move, but it felt like his head was on fire. “Agh!” Tim exclaimed as he tried to stand up, as a nurse ran into the room. “Rest, Tim, you got hit hard,” the nurse said “do you remember what happened?” The nurse asked. “Yes,” Tim replied, “I remember.” “You’re very lucky, you know,” the nurse told Tim, “the doctor says if that bat hit your head one more inch to the left, you wouldn’t be here right now.” “Wow,” Tim reflected, “I never realized how short life could be.” Tim said. “You’ll be in here for a while Tim, you suffered some serious damage to your head.” The nurse informed him, “I know.” replied Tim. “Was the man caught?” Tim asked the nurse, “sadly, no, he wasn’t caught. The police don’t know where he went, but all the money in the bank’s gone.” The nurse replied, then she told Tim to rest, and she left.

 

1 year later

Tim was sitting in the park feeding the ducks, while reading a book. He had gotten out of the hospital one month ago, and was living a simple life, with his old job back like nothing had happened. He had settled down, and spent his free time, playing sports, and going to the park- simple things like that. As Tim sat on that bench, he thought my life is good

Blue Pickels

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:32

Pickel's are SWEET.

Pickel's are SOUR

Pickel's are GOOD.

Pickels are GROSS.

Pickels are BUMPY.

Pickels are SMOOTH.

Pickels are BLUE,

And so are YOU.

Thank you so much!!!! (But this is terrible)

A Baby Born Today

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:32

Dear Child,
You were born today. It’s not a blessing, it’s more of a curse. Why would
anyone want to be born into a world as evil as ours? It’s not just the
world, it is the generation. It is the people living in this world or
generation that are making it a living hell. I feel very upset for you, you
are going to be raised in a world where people with different skin tones
are bad, where people who love the same gender are bad, where
everyone who isn’perfect is bad. We are taught not to judge based in
what’s on the outside, but yet look at us. Our president is even building
a wall across the border of mexico. We only ever remember to do the
bad things we are taught. We remember to discriminate and hate on
others, but we don’t love them. We remember to push them away, not
support them. When you grow up, you are taught to act and be a
certain way, and if you aren’t that way, then you are not normal. This
is why suicide is a thing. People don’t feel worth it and good enough
because instead of making people feel good about themselves, we
break them down and make them hate themselves. We have to pick
out every single thing that we find wrong with them, and they can’t
take it, so they end their life. We are a horrible world. A horrible
generation. A horrible society. Child I hope you read this letter because
you need to know that perfection isn’t real. You don’t need to be
perfect. When you are old enough to have social media,that’s when
you will try to be perfect. You will compare yourself to people who are
not even real. You are going to look in the mirror and feel ugly
compared to models, and people who are fake. Why is that? Society is
teaching us that we need to be these flawless humans when we can’t.
Everyone has flaws, and you should embrace them, not try to erase
them. Child, you are going to grow up in an evil place. This evil world
where we are taught to hate each other, instead of love each other.

 

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A Baby Born Today

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:32

Dear Child,
You were born today. It’s not a blessing, it’s more of a curse. Why would
anyone want to be born into a world as evil as ours? It’s not just the
world, it is the generation. It is the people living in this world or
generation that are making it a living hell. I feel very upset for you, you
are going to be raised in a world where people with different skin tones
are bad, where people who love the same gender are bad, where
everyone who isn’perfect is bad. We are taught not to judge based in
what’s on the outside, but yet look at us. Our president is even building
a wall across the border of mexico. We only ever remember to do the
bad things we are taught. We remember to discriminate and hate on
others, but we don’t love them. We remember to push them away, not
support them. When you grow up, you are taught to act and be a
certain way, and if you aren’t that way, then you are not normal. This
is why suicide is a thing. People don’t feel worth it and good enough
because instead of making people feel good about themselves, we
break them down and make them hate themselves. We have to pick
out every single thing that we find wrong with them, and they can’t
take it, so they end their life. We are a horrible world. A horrible
generation. A horrible society. Child I hope you read this letter because
you need to know that perfection isn’t real. You don’t need to be
perfect. When you are old enough to have social media,that’s when
you will try to be perfect. You will compare yourself to people who are
not even real. You are going to look in the mirror and feel ugly
compared to models, and people who are fake. Why is that? Society is
teaching us that we need to be these flawless humans when we can’t.
Everyone has flaws, and you should embrace them, not try to erase
them. Child, you are going to grow up in an evil place. This evil world
where we are taught to hate each other, instead of love each other.

A Baby Born Today

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:32

Dear Child,
You were born today. It’s not a blessing, it’s more of a curse. Why would
anyone want to be born into a world as evil as ours? It’s not just the
world, it is the generation. It is the people living in this world or
generation that are making it a living hell. I feel very upset for you, you
are going to be raised in a world where people with different skin tones
are bad, where people who love the same gender are bad, where
everyone who isn’perfect is bad. We are taught not to judge based in
what’s on the outside, but yet look at us. Our president is even building
a wall across the border of mexico. We only ever remember to do the
bad things we are taught. We remember to discriminate and hate on
others, but we don’t love them. We remember to push them away, not
support them. When you grow up, you are taught to act and be a
certain way, and if you aren’t that way, then you are not normal. This
is why suicide is a thing. People don’t feel worth it and good enough
because instead of making people feel good about themselves, we
break them down and make them hate themselves. We have to pick
out every single thing that we find wrong with them, and they can’t
take it, so they end their life. We are a horrible world. A horrible
generation. A horrible society. Child I hope you read this letter because
you need to know that perfection isn’t real. You don’t need to be
perfect. When you are old enough to have social media,that’s when
you will try to be perfect. You will compare yourself to people who are
not even real. You are going to look in the mirror and feel ugly
compared to models, and people who are fake. Why is that? Society is
teaching us that we need to be these flawless humans when we can’t.
Everyone has flaws, and you should embrace them, not try to erase
them. Child, you are going to grow up in an evil place. This evil world
where we are taught to hate each other, instead of love each other.

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