Abigail Wadsworth is a first time writer who lives in Durand, Michigan. She has freshly graduated high school and stayed with the marching band as their photographer. She inspires to bring hope and adventure to her readers.
The next morning I woke up to my mother rushing into my room, the silks on her dresses rustling by, “Rayel Williams, how could you leave this window open all night! You could catch an illness!”
“You’re my thief.” The words were barely a whisper as they escaped my lips. I stood against my now closed door, facing what I had previously thought to be my empty room. However, my window sat open and a tall mysterious man stood in front of it, as if he simply belonged there.
The Monster Inside
I'm afraid to look into the mirror. Afraid that I'll find the monster inside me staring back. In my attempt to run from it I only found more
I Still Love You
“I still love you.” Those were the words I wanted so badly to say to you. I feel them in my soul every time I look at you.
Welcome to America
I should not be afraid to live. I should not be afraid to go outside because a white man might shoot me for the rainbow on my shirt “In the name of God.”
Fairy Tale Murders
They were holding hands, fingers tangled together as if they had once been in love. I found that particularly strange given that witnesses say the two victims didn’t know each other.
I Will Rise Again
I’m burning from the inside out All of my emotions filling up the bottle It just takes a little heat before I go up in flames
If Life's an Adventure
I've been lost for quite some time now Being found is a long gone dream for me Looking from the outside in and It looks a bit crowded now