At the gentle age of seven, Tillie was best known for three things: her big, bashful hazel eyes, her giggle that sounded of raindrops and wind chimes, and her enormous heart, which she wore proudly on her sleeve.One cozy summer afternoon, her family’s stable boy caught her picking tulips and daffodils in the garden.“What are you doing with those?” He […]
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February 14, 1958Dear Vivian, Roses are red,Violets are blueSugar, don’t you knowHow much I love you With Love,Phillip February 14, 1959Dear Vivian, Roses are red,Violets are blue.Another year’s passed…Still, my love remains true. With Love,Phillip February 14, 1960Dear Vivian, Roses are red,Violets are blue.Cupid aimed for my heart,And struck an arrow straight through. With Love,Phillip February 14, 1961Dear Vivian, Last […]
[Warning: blood, violence, heavy subject matter.] The entire course of my life changed greatly on the day of my 13th birthday. My parents had been practicing giving me more independence and freedom, allowing me to travel a little further away from home each year since I was 10 and at 13, I knew I was going to be allowed to […]
Journal, Do you think Mother would finally be proud? They all will know my name now. Generations to come will dissect my work. I wonder when they will understand my message… Long after I’m gone, I’m sure. It angered me to see Scarlett in that dreadful room in front of all those people. She was whimpering. Still, she faced them […]
