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The Proof of the Pudding is in the Eating by J C Laird (little red riding hood read aloud .txt) π
Viola's idyllic life in the Ozark Mountains with her husband, Stanley, slowly devolves after his back injury, resulting in mounting verbal abuse and being held a virtual prisoner to do his bidding.
A crippling portrayal of mental insanity, shown through the eyes of children, their innocence and need for our protection. This is a tale of abandonment and hope.
Betty escapes Mathare Mental hospitals, meets Bodi, a mad man roaming the streets naked.
This is just a little teaser or test run I created for a story I wrote, I labeled it Healing Her on this but I called it Healing Insanity originally
Poems of darkness, lost love, betrayal, insanity, deception, death, and horror. All working together to create a book of pure agony. From as horrific a mind as a 16 year old may have, comes these tales of terrific sorrow and painful horror!
"She didn't have to die!" I screamed at the sky. "You could have left her to say her good-byes first!" I screamed again, with my voice cracking at the end. Nothing was right, and nothing was going to be right with her gone. It was all this so-called 'God's fault. He takes everything away from me, everything. When I was five he took our dog Penny away. When I was 11 he took Mama, and he took Pops too. Not to mention Aunt Aly; the drunken rat that raised me for 5 years during
The Proof of the Pudding is in the Eating by J C Laird (little red riding hood read aloud .txt) π
Viola's idyllic life in the Ozark Mountains with her husband, Stanley, slowly devolves after his back injury, resulting in mounting verbal abuse and being held a virtual prisoner to do his bidding.
A crippling portrayal of mental insanity, shown through the eyes of children, their innocence and need for our protection. This is a tale of abandonment and hope.
Betty escapes Mathare Mental hospitals, meets Bodi, a mad man roaming the streets naked.
This is just a little teaser or test run I created for a story I wrote, I labeled it Healing Her on this but I called it Healing Insanity originally
Poems of darkness, lost love, betrayal, insanity, deception, death, and horror. All working together to create a book of pure agony. From as horrific a mind as a 16 year old may have, comes these tales of terrific sorrow and painful horror!
"She didn't have to die!" I screamed at the sky. "You could have left her to say her good-byes first!" I screamed again, with my voice cracking at the end. Nothing was right, and nothing was going to be right with her gone. It was all this so-called 'God's fault. He takes everything away from me, everything. When I was five he took our dog Penny away. When I was 11 he took Mama, and he took Pops too. Not to mention Aunt Aly; the drunken rat that raised me for 5 years during