Childhood story

The darkness seems dreary and chilling The hours were long and I was unwilling To uncover my eyes, so I could see If a monster was coming to get me. It stood at the corner of my little bedroom Hair was matted and seems so ungroomed The nose stuck out like a mean ole witch I wanted to get up and turn on the light switch. I was paralyzed by the scary silhouette That stood in the darkness by my bed It seemed so real and it frightened me so I had no choice but to get up and go. I finally convince myself to face my fear Go up, turn the light switch that was near. The monster was a broom standing next to my bed These monsters and witches I fabricated in my head.

Eon

I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...

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