Pet Corn Snake
New member
Well i know some of you like to read, i dont dislike reading but i dont love it, i can manage forums lol
I love to write little storys somtimes there sick, somtimes there funny!
this is one of my mixed storys, i wanted to share with you guys, all my little storys are made up, please feel free to comment on them as i post them here!! : )
AbiGails Dolly - By George.
“MUMMY MUMMY GET ME THAT ONE!!”
“ Its Christmas Next Week Darling, We Shall Have To see What Santa Brings You”
“ Okaaaaaaay”
One Week Later - Christmas
Wake Up Abigail, Its Christmas,
Did He come mummy? Did he? Yes, Yes he did darling.. Come on lets see what he brought you…
Oh mummy look Santa herd me, he got my the dolly, I will call her Lucy! She Is my best friend!!
That’s Great baby, that’s really great!
14 years later
(Abigail, well she is now 20, still living at home, and has a loving boyfriend, her mother sadly was murdered, and her father was a alcoholic, beat her up and then killed himself last year)
Darling, I keep having nightmares, I cant sleep and I’m really weak, Ive always held back from talking to you about this, because I felt you would feel I’m insane, sometimes I wonder myself, I cant hold back anymore dear, I need to tell you this..
When I was 6 year old, my mother spent all her money on a doll for me, it ment the world to me, Lucy I named her, she was my best friend, that was untill night time, in the day, Lucy was cudly, she would make me warm and sleepy, but at night, in the dark, when my mother insisted I turned the lights off, Lucy would talk to me, she told me, when she was a little gurl, her father would hurt her, make her do things she didn’t want to do, and it hurt her, she said when she hurts me, it was not because she hated me, but because she needed to get revenge so she can rest in peace, one day, I woke up, I was sat in a pool of blood and there she was my mother, now I know deep down I never did it, it was Lucy who framed me, but can you explain that to my father? every night for years I got wiped and wiped I got burnt and whatever he could do to make me suffer, he would..
What I have just told you, I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, Lucy come into my dreams last night, told me she was coming for me, told me however many times I buried her or cut her up, she would always return, so now my dear dear lover, I take this knife, and please do not stop me from ending my life, as I cannot bare to go through another day of paranoia and especially another day of pain..
“Abigail killed herself that night, and Her Boyfriend was put in jail for 5 years after that he would suffer the chair, for no-one believe his story”
I love to write little storys somtimes there sick, somtimes there funny!
this is one of my mixed storys, i wanted to share with you guys, all my little storys are made up, please feel free to comment on them as i post them here!! : )
AbiGails Dolly - By George.
“MUMMY MUMMY GET ME THAT ONE!!”
“ Its Christmas Next Week Darling, We Shall Have To see What Santa Brings You”
“ Okaaaaaaay”
One Week Later - Christmas
Wake Up Abigail, Its Christmas,
Did He come mummy? Did he? Yes, Yes he did darling.. Come on lets see what he brought you…
Oh mummy look Santa herd me, he got my the dolly, I will call her Lucy! She Is my best friend!!
That’s Great baby, that’s really great!
14 years later
(Abigail, well she is now 20, still living at home, and has a loving boyfriend, her mother sadly was murdered, and her father was a alcoholic, beat her up and then killed himself last year)
Darling, I keep having nightmares, I cant sleep and I’m really weak, Ive always held back from talking to you about this, because I felt you would feel I’m insane, sometimes I wonder myself, I cant hold back anymore dear, I need to tell you this..
When I was 6 year old, my mother spent all her money on a doll for me, it ment the world to me, Lucy I named her, she was my best friend, that was untill night time, in the day, Lucy was cudly, she would make me warm and sleepy, but at night, in the dark, when my mother insisted I turned the lights off, Lucy would talk to me, she told me, when she was a little gurl, her father would hurt her, make her do things she didn’t want to do, and it hurt her, she said when she hurts me, it was not because she hated me, but because she needed to get revenge so she can rest in peace, one day, I woke up, I was sat in a pool of blood and there she was my mother, now I know deep down I never did it, it was Lucy who framed me, but can you explain that to my father? every night for years I got wiped and wiped I got burnt and whatever he could do to make me suffer, he would..
What I have just told you, I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, Lucy come into my dreams last night, told me she was coming for me, told me however many times I buried her or cut her up, she would always return, so now my dear dear lover, I take this knife, and please do not stop me from ending my life, as I cannot bare to go through another day of paranoia and especially another day of pain..
“Abigail killed herself that night, and Her Boyfriend was put in jail for 5 years after that he would suffer the chair, for no-one believe his story”