Teresa Mathers
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Isolation
It took Ryker way too long to bring back the pizza. My stomach grumbled the whole time. When Ryker got back with the pizza he set it along with paper plates on the table. I look at it curiously wondering how it will taste. Ryker grabs a plate and puts a piece of each on a plate for me.
By Teresa Mathersabout a year ago in Fiction
Isolation
I fade into my mental world and before I know it we are already back home. Ryker gently sets me on my bed and then goes back to the car to get the rest of the items. I curl up on my side enjoying my mental world and the creatures who live in it. Ryker sets up my IV and heart monitor. Before going back outside to help Ezra.
By Teresa Mathersabout a year ago in Fiction
Isolation
The big metal sign that we drove under says Olavar Academy and I sigh. It was one of the most run down trade centers there was. It was known as being where the drug addicts and thieves went to be reformed. The car went past the security and all the way to the back of campus where the buildings were really run down and weren’t used anymore.
By Teresa Mathersabout a year ago in Fiction
Isolation
I walked out of that courtroom scared to death. I had just finished testifying against my father and the gang he was a part of. I was 2 weeks shy of my sixteenth birthday with no idea where I was headed. Two people who were part of my bodyguard unit quickly ushered me into the back seat of a black car with tinted windows.
By Teresa Mathersabout a year ago in Fiction
Where Dreams Are Made
If all the world seems tough to handle just close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made. As you sleep and look around all the pretty things you found. When you are all ready to come back to us just open your eyes and fade back here. Back to the land where you were born. Cause all the pretty things shall be yours someday but right now it may seem too hard to handle. Just do what I once told you to. Just close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made. And as you sleep look around at all the pretty things to be found. If you only remember one thing that I have told you. Make it be this one wish I have for you. When all is tough and too much just close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made. Cause all the pretty things that are found will calm you down and make all seem right again. And when all is right I will be here waiting for you to open your eyes and fade back to the land where you were born. Just know I love you so very much as you close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made.
By Teresa Mathers2 years ago in Poets
Him
Some people say it's too hard to become friends with your demons. Me? I say it's easy. I wish it never had to come to this but it happened and I can't go back. I begged and pleaded for too many years and I watched my life slipping like sand through my fingers. I finally had to make my demon my best friend. I wish I had other options but hey sometimes you have to go with what's best for you. He makes sure my needs are met and I do the same for him. Sometimes it's hard to meet his needs especially on tough days. Lately all there are is dark days and rain clouds. I can't see the rainbows or the light. You say to pick myself up. Dust myself off. But in reality all I wanna do is go back to bed. I smile all day but that smile only goes skin deep. No one knows what's inside of me. No one can see the darkness that has taken over my soul. I'm lost in a world where there is no light or hope. I make others happy so they have something to live for. I am only here to make others see the light. I want people to see that there is still good in the world. I know that the reason you write on your wrists is to let your demons be heard. I know you can't win if you silence him. I know he destroys you. But I want you to know that there is a better way. It's called letting it all out. I know it sounds painful but if you let it out he has no control over you and life will get better. Do you trust me? Will you take my hand? Will you let go of all he has to control you by?
By Teresa Mathers5 years ago in Poets
Grief
Even as the sun sets to end the light of day, I know that it is rising on a new horizon somewhere far away. Even as my day seems darker for the loss of those we miss I know your day is dawning in a brighter world than this. Even as I sit here and cry over you I know your laughing and happy no longer feeling pain. Even if I want you back I know you're happier wherever you may be. And that no matter what I say or wish I know you're better off as an angel.
By Teresa Mathers6 years ago in Poets
Wailing Children
I was laying in my bed. I was aboard a north-bound train. All of a sudden I heard a little voice speak. It whispered, “Have you heard of the wailing children?” I froze. I looked to my left and saw a little girl. Her dress was old. Like 1800s old. I sat up very slowly.
By Teresa Mathers6 years ago in Horror
A Letter Home
Dear Momma, I made it momma. The lighthouse that daddy made is still perfect. The light still burns but daddy ain’t here. They say he drowned last summer but no letter they sent out made it to the other shore. It’s an isolated island. Not much here. There is no more then ten people. Used to be more but when the sickness came they lost most of the men. And then there was the lost ship that they saw get taken down by pirates. That was the night the light went out. And the night daddy died. I’m gonna stay here mama. They need an extra hand. With no one coming to the island they don’t get no new recruits and most of the men here are dying. Tell Susan I miss her. I know she is no longer little but she will always be my baby sister. She must be what two or three by now. Time flies by fast mama. I know you were hoping I would bring daddy home but since he ain’t here someone has to do his post. Tell Jackson that he is the man of the house now. He is thirteen or fourteen now. He can take on the responsibility. Tell Tessa that I miss her tons and I send my love. And I hope that I can come home to her and baby Paul soon. He is gonna be walking by the time I get home and talking. He might even be in school. I only have time to write one letter so I will try to tell you how it works here quick. One man looks for the lanterns hanging on the ships' bow. He then shouts up which direction and how many lanterns to the runner. He runs and helps the six men up top to turn the light. But mama when you get this letter let someone know we are out of food and we don’t know how much longer we can last before we must leave. We are almost out of fuel for the light and it doesn’t hardly turn anymore. The roof is collapsing and I just can’t keep you thinking it’s safe here and it’s perfect. Most of the men are missing limbs from accidents and they are so discouraged that nothing can keep their spirits up. Daddy didn’t die in an accident. He jumped off the cliff. You have to know this mama. Not even my fiddle can keep their spirits up. Tell Tessa I might not make it back. And that she might have to raise our baby Paul on her own. And mama don’t tell Jackson to come for me. You need at least one man to help raise Susan. My brother must stay with you. No one can come here. The lighthouse can’t be kept up any longer. We must abandon it. I’m hoping I will be able to go home but only one ship comes to the island a year and it can only take one letter per man and two men who want to go home. It’s more a small boat then a ship. Most of the letters get washed overboard same with the men. I’m wishing and hoping that I will be able to come home and bring some money. Daddy is gone mama and soon I will be if I don’t get on the next boat. Hopefully if I don’t make it back you will at least get this letter. Mama I can’t deceive you, the men kill each other just to eat the flesh off their comrades bones. We are starving and no one has brought us food in a long time and the crops won’t grow in this rocky soil. The men have gone mad. There is no sickness. Please mama send help. Before I get ate. Save our souls.
By Teresa Mathers6 years ago in Horror
Nicholas
This is the story about a rabbit. His name is Nicholas. Nicholas always was rude. Never said please or thank you. Always pushed people out of the way. But what he didn’t realize was there was a good fairy watching over him. This fairy saw all his evil deeds. She knew he must change or his future would be spent committing crimes. She told him in a dream to change his ways but he didn’t listen. She told him day after day but he ignored her. The day came when he turned thirteen. Nicholas wasn’t grateful for his presents. He complained and complained. Well, the good fairy was getting tired of his rudeness. So for each bad deed he had done throughout his life she took away one family member. Soon he was all alone. He looked around confused. The good fairy sat in a chair in front of him. She told him to earn back his family he must start doing good deeds. His stubbornness got the best of him. He refused. She continued to sit there and watch him. He finally went out and helped his neighbor mow the lawn. She brought back his aunt. Next he went to the grocery store and worked all day helping people carry groceries. She brought back his cousins. Soon he had all his family back but three people. His mother, father, and his baby sister. He tried everything he knew but no good deed was worth the bad deeds he had done. Finally he sat down and wrote sorry letters to everyone he had ever wronged. He wrote and wrote and wrote. For three weeks he wrote letters and sent them. He then started writing thank you notes to everyone that had stood by him. He wrote one to the mail man who always would scold him because he pulled pranks on him every day. His teacher who didn’t put up with his bad behavior. Every family member that he took for granted. And all his friends who stood by him even though he was mean and often made himself look better because of them. He then looked around and saw his mom and dad and his sister. He started crying and hugging them. He told them everything. He said sorry many times and took them out to dinner using his birthday money. He told everyone he knew of his lesson. And every time he saw a little bunny misbehaving he would correct them and tell them to behave or else the fairy would take their family. He told his story far and wide to anyone who would listen. And when he got really old and couldn’t walk the schools brought children to him to hear his story. He never stopped telling his story. He always wanted people to know what would happen if they misbehaved. He then started writing a book detailing all that he had gone through. Every letter. Every good deed. Every family member that he got back and how he got them back. And he continuously would correct children. And he also would tell parents that they needed to teach their children right from wrong and that they wouldn’t never outgrow it. He was very old. Nicholas knew his time was near. He was dying. He took a deep breath and looked at his grandbunnnies. He told them to always behave. And with one last breath he died. But on his headstone was wrote "Bad deeds take away your family but good deeds bring them closer." Never do bad deeds. And that is how Nicholas saved lots of bunnies from growing up into criminals.
By Teresa Mathers6 years ago in Petlife