Akilah Simpson
Stories (6/0)
Black
I googled the definition of suicidal today. It scared me. I would've never thought myself suicidal because I don't consciously think about killing myself. I don't want to kill myself at all. I don't even want to die. But the definition I read didn't mention anything about wanting to do it. It just said that a suicidal person is someone who is deeply depressed and is likely to commit suicide. Likely to. That could mean anything. It could mean that I could just get so deep in my depression that I just up and kill myself one day. That's not what I want. That's not what I want! THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!
By Akilah Simpson3 years ago in Psyche
The Bridgerton Break-in
Picture this: It's 12 am and you're binge watching Bridgerton in your bedroom. You're almost done with the season so you think "Hey, a couple more hours won't hurt you. Let's finish the show. This shit is good as fuck!" So you continue to watch. Your episode finishes and before you can grab your remote to beat the Next Episode button on Netflix you hear rumbling at your front door.
By Akilah Simpson3 years ago in Humans
Reign Bow
Everyone feels differently. How one person experiences anger will never be the same as someone else's. But everyone feels. And Bow was no different. When Bow was born she had a bright yellow glow around her. Her eyes glowed yellow and the more she smiled, the more the yellow intensified. When Bow fell asleep, the glow went away. And you could see her beautiful chocolate skin. The doctors were baffled. Before Bow could go home, doctors ran many tests to see if there was anything wrong with her. But they came up with nothing.
By Akilah Simpson3 years ago in Futurism
Mirrors
"A mirror is a terrible thing", she thought. She looked in the mirror and began to analyze every flaw she believed she had. There were currently a lot more than usual because she had just finished crying. Her eyes, which she never really liked because of the small mole under her right eye, were now a bright red. She had small little bumps all around her face that she was convinced no type of acne cream or mask would get rid of. Her nose was too wide for her taste, or anyone’s taste for that matter. Her lips were abnormally large and to her she had what looked like an old man’s mouth. The kind of mouth where there were lines that marked where the edges of her lips ended and her cheeks officially began.
By Akilah Simpson3 years ago in Longevity
Black
Black. That’s what the color of the walls should be. Black like her hair. Or maybe just as black as the color of her skin. Once again, her family moved. So once again, she has a brand new, all white, bedroom. A bedroom where she will come home from school and leave her homework blank on the edge of her desk. A bedroom that she will stay in and never leave, not even for meals. A bedroom where she is not allowed to lock her door because she “don’t pay no god damn bills in this house.”
By Akilah Simpson3 years ago in Families
Daddy's Girl
Her father went to jail when she was very young. All of the stories ever told to her all say she was about three years old when he left, her sister one, and her brother still in their mother’s, if that’s what you call such a person, womb. She had always been a daddy’s girl, even with him being so far away. She had always loved him and thought he could do no wrong and that him being in jail was just the fault of the world and not his own. He always called and wrote letters and made sure he was still present in their lives, unlike their so called mother.
By Akilah Simpson6 years ago in Families