Tory owens
Stories (3/0)
Stormy weather
I once knew a boy who questioned why i always shook like my insides were made of jello asked why i felt the need to let my hands be unreliable guns shaking as i tried to pull the trigger. I missed. X marked the spot and he was not the x that i was afraid of. He said i looked as if i was convulsing every time i was near him..he pondered on why there were fault lines etched into my thighs said maybe that's why i could never keep them together.
By Tory owens2 years ago in Poets
Grandmother
Dear Grandma, They say a grandma’s hug can cure anything that may ail you. In my life I’ve been blessed to have someone who not only could hug away the pain I was in when I was a child, but also give me tough love when I needed it. I may never be able to fit my grandmothers shoes they simply are just too big for me to ever fill, but everyday I continue to try to be like her.
By Tory owens2 years ago in Families
The turmoil
I can hear the pitter patter of the rain falling against the asphalt, making its presence known. The dimly lit street reflecting its shine from the already made puddles. I try to sit up and feel a throbbing in my head “ow” I mutter to no one but the barn owl perched on the street light. I smell iron and I grab at my head; blood. Well I must have got into some trouble last night. I glance at my phone; 8 missed calls and 2 unread texts “great” I sigh. It’s of course my mother checking in on me. Since the passing of my sister I’ve been keeping to myself, I of course understand she lost a daughter but I lost my best friend. I was the last person she contacted before… well before the accident, I blame myself.
By Tory owens2 years ago in Psyche