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There once was a man from Nantucket, Who had all he owned in a bucket. He took off his shoe, His socks were blue And they made a lovely puppet!

Split ends! I hate split ends. I glared at my hair sure it was the enemy, holding the tips in-between my fingers and twirling it around and around. Once I had it twisted around my index finger like a noose around the neck of a murderer, I unwound my digit and started pouting. Maybe that was all that was wrong. Maybe I was just having bad hair day and needed a makeover. It sounded like a good explanation but my head wouldn’t believe it. A new dye job wasn’t the answer and I knew without a dou...

Chapter One The year was 1952, in the month of April at the peak of the tornado season. The wind was howling and a shrill sound came through the cracks in walls and windows. A burst of light could be seen in the distance, followed a few seconds later by a roar of thunder. Rain spattered against the windowpane dripping down the side of the house leaving puddles that soaked into the already drenched ground. Storms like this would scare most people out of their wits if they had any about them, ...

I laid there crying, my tears staining the lace. You stood there lying, lying straight to my face. You walked away without a feeling, I collapsed, my heart reeling. You took a hammer to my heart, You took me for a ride from the very start. I listened to every word you said, Replaying them in my mind as I lay down almost dead. Haunted by the words I held so dear, Wanting, hoping, wishing you were still here. Still no emotion could be seen, I never knew you could be so mean. Cruel is what you a...

Split ends! I hate split ends. I glared angrily at my hair, holding the tips in-between my fingers and twirling it around and around. Once I had it twisted painfully around my index finger, I unwound my digit and started pouting. Maybe that was all that was wrong. Maybe I was just having bad hair day and needed a makeover. It sounded like a good explanation but my head wouldn’t believe it. A new dye job wasn’t the answer and I knew without a doubt that it went deeper than that. If it were on...