As I have said previously when I find something that moves me I will post it on here to tell others of the creativity I find. This time I am proud to say that the creativity itself comes from a member of my own family. This is an excerpt from my young cousin Amelia Hinchey who is showing an artistic flare that seems to far surpass my own. She is currently working on this story and I can see that it’s one to watch and want to read once ready. I’m very proud of you Amelia and all I can say is keep working on it and keep reading and writing. I’m very glad to see I’m not the only writer in the family 🙂 *Artwork is by Luis Royo*
Lay in Wait
DO NOT COPY, PASTE, EDIT,RENAME, REWRITE! (my cousins instructions bless her)
Under a school which was filled with nothing but laughter I lay in wait for another black out game… I wait for the sound of footsteps, I wait for the sound of a turning door nod. I wait for the next round to begin. The wait of wonder if it will be fists or feet this time. The wait of dreaming of a world which I can never be in… Once the door opens blood is spilled and I remember nothing… All I remember is looking into the eyes of my twisted father. His golden eyes trying to break my soul, trying to make me as black as him. I cannot die here, I have to lay in wait for freedom. A freedom I was born out of as I am a slave. And once a slave your always a slave. So I lay in wait for another day in the hell hole I call my life. Here in the dark room I live in I lay in wait of the day I am free…
My day came of freedom as hands of a murder freed me… He was kind, smart and most of all he showed me that the world is a nice place. Because of him I am free, because of him I found my lover. Because of him I can forget the days in wait as I do not have to wait anymore.
Because of him I am free, because of him my father is dead and i have my freedom..
So what do you think? 🙂