Thetford Academy

A long, blond-haired, middle-aged woman leaves her house, but before she leaves she goes up to her tea cup set and kisses each perfectly made cup and plate.

Snowstorm


Snow falls, blanketing the ground.

It keeps falling, and falling.

Covering cars, and trees,

then houses.

Finally, the whole world is still.

All movement masked by the flakes.
 

Most people would call me an imaginary friend, but I don’t like that term. I’d like to just be called “friend.” When Jerry was four, his dad left him and his mom. A month later he created me --I guess to deal with it all.

Taller than the rest

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way

In the way you had no idea

What was going on

Inside her head

She laughed, then cried

She smiled then yelled

No one knew what to do

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way

In the way you had no idea

What was going on

Inside her head

She laughed, then cried

She smiled then yelled

No one knew what to do