We are in an empty field. It’s dark out but there are little lights above us. He is looking at me. We’re holding hands. So I do know him. He pulled me closer and put his arms around me. He is saying something. “I will never let you go.” He closed his eyes and placed his lips on my forehead. “I don’t want to leave here. Can’t we stay forever?” Was that me? I sound so happy. He looks happy too. What is that light? I hear people yelling. “Tino, NO!” Is that my name? Someone has grabbed me. I can’t move. “Berwald help!” Why do I sound scared? “I will find you I s
Why hide when you can show? by mociru-raven, literature
Literature
Why hide when you can show?
Why do you gotta hide what is inside,
don't let it die or hide,
show it to the world,
let them see what you are really like,
the things that you do,
everything that you are,
and what you will be.
you can't change if you hide it all,
to change you reveal,
what is underneath all the pain and happiness,
your mind and soul,
release all of the built up regret,
and be forgiven by those you hurt.
"Shhhh. They might hear you if you keep thumping like that!" Matthew quietly shushed his brother.
"Oh shut up Matt." Alfred answered back. What the twins were trying to do was surprise their dads with breakfast in bed. Matthew was going to make the breakfast and Alfred was going to make the cards. Because Francis was easily woken up they had to be as quiet as possible.
"Hey Al watch out!" Matthew whispered. Matthew had a bowl in his hands that he was using to mix batter when Alfred bumped into him. Matthew dropped the bowl and it broke on the floor spilling the batter everywhere. It got all over Alfred's' pants. "Matt! You got batter all