NO ONE KNOWS
A dark haired girl walks down the long city street. It is dark out and most of the stores are closed, but she continues walking, she walks until she comes to a dark ally, she slows down, and looks around. She comes across some gang writing. She warily looks around now, she knows she must get out of here, but she also knows she has to go through here to get home. Then out of the blackness of the night a figure appears in a high school jacket and an old torn up shirt and pants. The girl sees him out of the corner of her eye, and turns around abruptly, as she does the guy grabs her arm, and pulls her head up to his chest and with the other hand her pulls a sharp dagger to her thought, "hello little missy," the ugly man says to the tall then girl, "My name isn't missy!" she shouted back angry, trying to get away from his grasp, he pulls her tighter and pulls the knife up closer to her neck, "you DON'T talk back to me!" she finally got up the nerve to do something, so she finally remembered her legs were still free and she, with her hills, stepped HARD on his foot,. He let go immediately, "bitch" he called out with pain. The girl just smirked, and went along her way, but not but 6 feet away, she unsheathed a small knife, and jumped at the, still in pain man, and the knife landed its self right in his back, in the spinal cords, killing him immediately. She smiled, showing her long, sharp, vampire teeth, she bent down and drunk his hot sweet blood. Just before dawn she left, she returned to her home, and no one ever knew what had happened that late night, in the ally in the city, to the man, and no one ever found out, as the day broke and the mans bloodless body fell into dust and blew away in the wind.
A SHORT POEM
No one knows my suffering, Time was all by me. Rejected No one knows.
Suffering as I am, I wonder if they would care if I just disappear.
I might be bull-headed I might be stubborn, But it's not my fault no one knows.
.,I inherited it from my mother.
___ Dolsia C. Dunn
A dark haired girl walks down the long city street. It is dark out and most of the stores are closed, but she continues walking, she walks until she comes to a dark ally, she slows down, and looks around. She comes across some gang writing. She warily looks around now, she knows she must get out of here, but she also knows she has to go through here to get home. Then out of the blackness of the night a figure appears in a high school jacket and an old torn up shirt and pants. The girl sees him out of the corner of her eye, and turns around abruptly, as she does the guy grabs her arm, and pulls her head up to his chest and with the other hand her pulls a sharp dagger to her thought, "hello little missy," the ugly man says to the tall then girl, "My name isn't missy!" she shouted back angry, trying to get away from his grasp, he pulls her tighter and pulls the knife up closer to her neck, "you DON'T talk back to me!" she finally got up the nerve to do something, so she finally remembered her legs were still free and she, with her hills, stepped HARD on his foot,. He let go immediately, "bitch" he called out with pain. The girl just smirked, and went along her way, but not but 6 feet away, she unsheathed a small knife, and jumped at the, still in pain man, and the knife landed its self right in his back, in the spinal cords, killing him immediately. She smiled, showing her long, sharp, vampire teeth, she bent down and drunk his hot sweet blood. Just before dawn she left, she returned to her home, and no one ever knew what had happened that late night, in the ally in the city, to the man, and no one ever found out, as the day broke and the mans bloodless body fell into dust and blew away in the wind.
A SHORT POEM
No one knows my suffering, Time was all by me. Rejected No one knows.
Suffering as I am, I wonder if they would care if I just disappear.
I might be bull-headed I might be stubborn, But it's not my fault no one knows.
.,I inherited it from my mother.
___ Dolsia C. Dunn
