Shadows of the Past by Kayla Stiles (buy e reader txt) 📕

screams,
“What is it master? What did I do to displease you this time?”
His only response is to slap her across the face
And punch her in the stomach.
He drags her out of the barn house and
Away to the plantation house. She’s screaming the whole
Way there. No one’s there to help her as he
Strips her of her rags and pins her down,
Penetrating her with such brutal force that she bleeds.
She screams again in pain and he
Slaps her again. “Shut up black!” he yells at her.
After he’s done with her, she curls into a ball
And lays there whimpering in fear and pain.
In a few years, this young girl will die by
His violent hands. Her and the child she’s carrying.
No one will know of her horrible fate,
Nor will anyone care. Because that’s how this world works.
That’s how much love and compassion people have: none.
The world murdered this young girl because of her
Skin color and race. That’s how this world works.
It kills the different. It shows no mercy. Stephen King's Horrors

Stephen King’s Horrors

 

Haunted houses,
Ghouls and ghosts.
Spooky towers,
Frightful hosts.

Creepshow.
Comic books that speak of horrors untold,
Creatures locked in crates,
Weeds from space that cover everything they touch.
Crazy men that drown lovers in the tidal waves.

Rose Red.
A house based on the Winchester Mansion.
Ghouls and ghosts that aren’t dead.
Monsters that kill people and make them disappear.
A woman who is crazy and wants her colleagues dead.

IT.
A crazy shape shifter murderer,
Killing kids and adults alike.
A sick and twisted story,
About kids after this monster’s demise.

Bag of Bones.
A prolific author loses his wife to an aneurism.
Her spirit, as well as others, reside in his summer home.
He gets writer’s block and can no longer write.
He finds a girl and tragedy hits home. 

Cujo.
A rabid St. Bernard
Attacks his owner and traps a mother and son in their car.
The two try to escape.
They are repeatedly attacked and pushed back to the car.

The Stand.
A plague hits the world.
All but Satan’s and God’s favorites/warriors die.
God’s people prepare for war with Satan.
There’s no chance of a tie.

The Green Mile.
A big man, accused of child murder and sentenced to the electric chair, with
A miraculous gift.
A curious mouse.
And a story that your heart, it could lift.

Stand By Me.
A group of kids in search of the reward
For finding the dead body of a boy their age.
All in search of freedom from their parents,
Tired of feeling like they live in a cage.

The Shining.
A family moves into a large hotel to take care of it.
Spirits start showing up.
Jack goes crazy and almost kills his wife.
No one is able to help save them. Cup.

Carrie.
A high school girl lives with her crazy, bible-thumping mother.
Carrie is different from most people and is despised.
She gets pig’s blood dumped on her at prom.
Then anyone who hurt the telekinetic is demised.

The Shawshank Redemption.
A man goes to prison for “killing” his wife and her lover.
He meets a black man there as well.
He overcomes many obstacles in prison.
Escaping Shawshank, he goes on living swell.

Sticks and Stones, Guns and Knives

Sticks and Stones, Guns and Knives

12/8/09

 

Sitting in a corner, all curled up, hiding from the world.
Crying like a child, yet a freshman in high school.
He’s towering over her, shouting profanities and slamming his fists,
Bruises flowering over her pale skin.
The words don’t hurt, it’s the suffering blows.
A shattering gunshot, arterial spray everywhere, a surprised groan and the slam
Of a body as it collides with the earth.
Blood streams from the perforation in his neck like a river of rust.
The smell is a dragon’s flame; sulfurous, musty, foul.
Quiet sobbing, growing louder.
Footsteps. Arguing: “Not her, not her!”. A door bursts open.
A voice, filled with quiet anger and worry.
Warm, soft arms lift her up, carry her outside.
She cries into his shoulder, a mixture of grief, pain, and horror.
It begins to rain and, as God’s tears mingle with hers,
Gradually her sobs become just shudders.
Sticks and stones are like guns and knives- they break bones, spirits, and
Cause maximum pain; but words shall never hurt me.
Sticks and stones, guns and knives; all weapons of mass destruction,
All man-made ways to cause pain and suffering.
Words cause no pain but in your soul when uttered from a loved one’s lips.
Words are just objects used to “inject self-created pain”.

Taste My Bloodd

Taste My Bloodd

3/1/12

 

The tears stream down my face,
As the blood runs down my body.
Slicing through the precious layers of my heart, your
Traitorous lies kill me all the time.
Every time you look into
My eyes and tell me what you say is the truth,
Your lies hurt me more than if you
Beat me every day of my life.
Lies, blows, guns, knives.
Our love was obviously ill-fated. I love you.
Only question is…
Do you even still “love” me?
Do you even care?

Tough

Tough

1/10/12

 

Attention-deficit students roam the halls,
Ignoring the teachers,
Verbally harassing other students.
You think you’re so tough
But in my opinion, you’re cowards.
You run your mouths,
Verbally and sometimes even physically
Hurting other students.
You think it’s funny to put
Pregnant people under so much stress.
You think it’s hilarious to write
Stories and plays about sex, drugs, gangs, and violence.
In my opinion, “Tough” doesn’t mean how strong you are
Physically.
“Tough” doesn’t mean that you have to kill people
To earn your reputation as a “bad ass”.
“Tough” means that you’re able to feel emotions
Such as love, affection, and peace.
“Tough” means that you make peace, not war.
It means that you show everyone the kindness
That you’d like to be treated with.
You all talk about respect.
How you shot so and so to gain the respect
Of your peers.
How you curse at your family to get the respect
Of your stupid gang buddies.
Yelling and cursing at other people
Does not amount to respect.
Killing people, or even just talking about wanting
To kill somebody, does not give you respect.
What gives you respect and toughness is being able
To treat everyone around you kindly and respectfully.
What gives you respect is learning how to
Accept equality.
I hear so many racist jokes,
It pisses me off.
This generation acts no better than the Nazis did
So many years ago.
This generation acts no better than the white
Supremacists did and still do.
“Black power”, “White power”,
It’s all a load of crap!
I believe in “the power of love”!
I believe that everyone is the same and deserves to
Be treated as such.
If you behave like a disrespectful animal,
That’s exactly how you’re going to be treated.
That’s how I would treat you.
You yell and curse at me,
I’m going to do it right back at you.
But I do it tastefully and I try to do it
At least semi-respectfully.
You see, nobody understands about equality
These days. This country is supposedly
“The land of the free” and “home of the brave”.
I see no freedom, only hatred.
I see no bravery, only cowardice.
I am the real toughness in this room.
What does that make you?

The Truth

The Truth

4/10/12

 

You think you see me,
But you really don’t.
You don’t see this crippled soul,
This shattered body,
That lies naked on the floor.
You don’t see this tortured flesh,
Cowering in the deepest shadows of all.
You see what you want to see,
What I want you to see!
You see a happy girl,
Whole and intact.
You see a bright smile,
A supposedly beautiful face
Half hidden under a mess
Of golden blonde hair.
You see a child of the light.
But you will never see
The truth.
You will never see the pain that
Lies behind those blue eyes.
You’ll never see the heartache,
Hidden deep behind that bright smile.
You want to know why you’ll
Never see the truth behind the lies?
It’s because you are all angels, with beautiful
Wings