AlmaCoraimy

It's not my job to save you.It's not anyones job to save you, my dear.You see the sword, use it not on your skin...instead point it to the demons that smile back from the shadows.°"Save The Girl," is what I usually tell myself when I'm about to give up or quit; whenever I feel I won't accomplish something...I pretend I'm the hero. I pretend I'm stronger. I then go on and save the girl who lives inside me.So,go on, my dears, go save the girl, save the boy...save something you know you can't let die.°Alma Coraimy…

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Don Row sat them down. The three glared up at his enormous figure slouched on his grand onyx chair with the golden Angels as the legs; all they wanted were their questions answered, every single one of them. Their mother had just been cremated alive along side other gruesome creatures, and everyone who they came across seemed to want to hurt them; how could they not be curious as to why this man had taken them in?"Where do dead people go?""Will the demons come back?" "Why didn't angels save our mama?""Who are you?"Don closed his eyes, these brats were going to give him the biggest headache he'd had in decades."Children," he breathed into his fists, trying not to cave in their skulls. They are only children, he reminded himself, calm down, "do you know what a bedtime story is for?""Oh, yes." Frida beamed, then crossed her legs, "to make you fall asleep.""Ah, and do you know what the greatest bedtime story is?" Don watched them take a moment among themselves to try and figure it out. Once they shook their heads, he replied."God."…

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I wrote this short story with only one song playing on repeat: "Like I'm Gunna Lose You" by Megan Trainor ft John Legend. Hope you fall in love throughout this little story.…

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Deep in the rural plains of Montana, a charming, half-demented young man with vitiligo, kidnaps young Blanca due to her open-mind, intellect, and kind, accepting nature. She is held captive far from civilization in his small home along with another girl, Alice, who he had kidnapped two years earlier. Slowly, Blanca starts to realize Alice has lost her wits from being held captive, and fear she too is going insane. Can you love someone who has pinned your freedom to the wall?…

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These are some random sketches, colorings from this year. They can be a bit unusual, but then again, a mess is a mess.You can find more on my instagram: alma93fluffzDo not copy, unless asked. I wish to simply share with you a talent, don't aduse it.Respect others, and their art preferences. Or I will hunt you down, draw a portrait of you....then rip it. (I cannot be evil)…

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These are personal entries from my diary I have started this year. I will work my way from the first page to the most recent entries I've written.These show a deeper way of thinking, and even though I sometimes may write about a memory or day, somehow it turns into a poem; one so free it breaks all the rhymes and spaces. Be gentle with these; they can run away.…

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Lania had been pen pals with an old gentleman from across seas in the United Kingdom, writing him for years till he becomes deeply ill. The last letter she received had a big THANK YOU, and she wrote back saying her own farewell. Expecting a final letter, she had no idea he would be sending one of his sons, who irritates her to no end. What's worse is, the other two show up causing her quiet, little routine of a life to tip over even more.What's the point; learn what it's like to be in love, and have a boyfriend. Lania had never pursued a relationship.Could you handle The Wallis Men?…

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This is Part One of my free verse poems from 2014. Do not copy, or take credit. These are special to me, so please take care of them. Thank you, and I hope they pat your heart just a little.Either that, or that you sink to the bottomwhere you'll see me.…