Story: RIVER - OP

1STE PLAATS • Go Short
OH MY LORD, TAKE THIS SOUL, LAY ME AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER



Carry away my dead leaves
Baptize my soul with the help of your waters
Sink my pains and complains
Let the river take them, river drown them

I will come to you, river
Wash my soul




The pull on my flesh was just too strong
They held my tongue until I bled out
With one hand on the cross
Jesus and my family are two things I lost
Wash away the sin
Oh, here I go

Killers as you are
I know who you are

Go Short • Schrijfwedstrijd
©Shireen
English fiction
OST

The professor can do nothing but try to convince the girl that he'll stop her, obviously all in vain. Dodie is already hip-deep in the water, ready to shove the roped bag of stones off the river's deepest under-water cliff. Her black curls dance as she turns around to face him, the hazel skin of her fingers tapping and breaking the surface. She doesn't believe him when he says she'll go home and everything will be forgiven. He does not understand, and he does not know what Dodie did to bring her to the river. All he knows is what they did to her and why she took the
bag and rope...

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Titel Nieuwste eerst Woorden Gelezen Aangepast
prologue 351 262 7 jaar geleden
one 1113 254 7 jaar geleden
two 1039 164 7 jaar geleden
three 1034 140 7 jaar geleden
four 1241 127 7 jaar geleden
epilogue 559 130 7 jaar geleden

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  • Naird

    Jouw lay-out is zo on point

    7 jaar geleden

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