Confessions Dear Post Secret,Confessions by ~jax-hitari
I wanted to kill him.
We met back in high school and I didn’t really like him. He was loud and crude and said all the wrong things. Most people stayed clear of him, including me. He was a bad person and was never especially nice or compassionate to anyone. He was selfish and craved the attention and adoration of others.
It was the summer of my sixteenth birthday that I passed him in the park. He stopped me for a chat. Reluctantly, I indulged him. We must have been talking for over an hour under that tree before I realised the time. I made my excuses and he let me go on the condition that I returned the following day.
Midnight Attack It was the creaky third step that woke me and immediately I was alert. No-one ever came up into my attic, ever.Midnight Attack by ~jax-hitari
We had been living in this house for nearly six months. My parents had always wanted to move to the south of France and this was the year to make it happen. They found a small bungalow in a tiny rural village, thirty kilometres from the nearest major town. It wasn't finished yet, but my parents like to build and develop properties. Basically, we had moved to the middle of nowhere.
It was a big change from the first sixteen years of my life in busy London. My parents had been pretty high up in the world of business and I had no ide
On A Dark And Stormy Night On a dark and stormy night, an old woman rocked back and forth in her rocking chair in the old house on the hill. The chair creaked as it moved, back and forth. The wind howled around the turrets and through the empty hallways. The old woman drew her shawl around her shoulders tighter and moved the poker around in the dying fire. The rain hammered at the old roof, causing leaks in every room. The echo of the dripping could be heard throughout the house. Thunder rattled the house and the old woman hugged herself tighter.On A Dark And Stormy Night by ~jax-hitari
A cat ran into the large front room and curled up under the old woman's chair, staring back at the entrance to the room. Th
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Our friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly 
xXx Our friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly 
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Things have been getting so much better recently and I'm content with this. I'm just slightly stressed with exams coming up. How's uni and stuff? xx
