Nala

Joined July 2021

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I am in the midst of discovering my voice. Come with me on this journey of self-discovery.

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Free
For a long time I didn't feel free in my own skin, I felt like I had to be someone specific to be great; I thought I had to be exactly like Jesus to make my mother proud. I used to struggle with talking about my emotions and feelings, I would force myself not to cry because I used to believe that it was a sign of weakness. I always used to be goofy and funny so I could hide the pain of feeling alone. I felt like I was a bird stuck in a cage and I could not get out until someone said I could. When I would be alone in my room, I would cry myself a river; my cries were so silent that I couldn't even hear them. Everyday of my life I would feel like I was nothing; I felt so unworthy, pointless, and lost. I had friends that matched my sadness, I had a boyfriend who was extremely aggressive and my life was hard. All of my life I always wanted to be there for others, but I would never let anyone comfort me. What can I say I was selfless, independent, and depressed. I mean, extremely sad to the point where I hated myself, I hated to look at myself, I hated to breathe; I simply didn't want to be alive. There were a lot of unhealed traumas that I had around the time, so all the experiences I was going through were expected. All the physical abuse I took, all of the mental abuse I took was all to make me stronger, It was all to make me better than I already was.
By Nala4 years ago in Motivation
Dr. Cavern
“I’m sick.” Renee murmurs. “Why do you believe you’re sick?” Her therapist questions. “I’ve told you the type of dreams I’ve been having. I told you that I feel like a part of me is evil. Something has been growing inside of me; something dark. I don’t know if I should stay with my husband. I’m not the person I used to be.”
By Nala4 years ago in Fiction
Awareness
People used to ask me “What changed you? What happened in your life that made you realize you only have yourself?” When I was thirteen years old someone in my family sexually assaulted me. When I was that age I had no clue what sexual assault was. I just knew afterwards I was never the same. A few days after the situation happened I was starting to crave the feeling again. I was so confused as to why I was fiending for it. I knew it hurt the first time, but it was something about it that made it so thrilling. It was something about sex that had me addicted to it. When I turned 14 I started to have sex again, but this time it was with people from my school. Yes, I said people, as in more than one. At that age I really wasn’t aware of the dangers of sexual transmitted diseases or sexually transmitted infections. I had no clue it was serious enough that it could kill me, so at that age I was having sex with anyone I wanted to have sex with. I didn’t have my first real relationship until I turned 16, so I was just going around giving up something that was so sacred and precious. I had to find out on my own about the dangers of sex. I never took it seriously until I caught a STI. At the age of 15 I realized I was a sex addict. It was like that was the only thing I wanted to do. For a long time I hated myself. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I didn’t know how to heal from getting raped, I didn’t know who to talk to because my mom used to tell my business to her friends, so I never wanted to tell her anything. When I got raped the first person I told was my sister. My sister told my mom and that’s how she found out, but then she went and told a whole bunch of people. At the time I didn’t know how wrong my mom was, but something in me didn’t trust her for a reason. When I really needed my mom she wasn’t there, but she was there when she wanted to be. She was always caught up in her relationships. She was always caught up with her other family members. It felt like she only cared about me when she felt like it. Growing up I really had to learn how to communicate my feelings on my own, I had to learn how to say no to sexual activities, and I had to learn who I was on my own. My whole life I was alone. This is not a bad thing and it’s certainly not the worst thing in the world because I got through it. I’ve learned from it and I apply a lot of what I learned to my daily life. I realize self love comes before anything and anyone else. I now know I shouldn’t allow anyone to touch me in that way if they don’t genuinely care about me.
By Nala4 years ago in Psyche
I like you, I'm just scared to show you.
I like you, I'm just scared to show you. Do you like me too or am I just being a fool? I don’t want to show you all that I have to offer.
By Nala4 years ago in Poets
Home
Home is where I smile. It’s where I smile wider than a sequoia tree. Home is where I put laundry in a big pile. Home is not how it used to be.
By Nala5 years ago in Poets
Marigold
Hi my name is Marigold; like the marigold flower. Only I don’t smell like wet hay. I live on a farm with my daddy Eric. He and his wife have been married for 10 years. They adopted me when I was 3 years old. They don’t know I know I’m adopted yet and I don’t plan on telling them either. I’m 14 years old now and I’m able to get emancipated. They’ve been beating on me and sexually abusing me ever since I was a jit.The word jit in Florida slang means someone who is really young. I was 5 when they started beating on me and 12 when his wife Keisha molested me. So now I’m leaving for good. I thought about killing them several times, but God is watching and I know one day they will be in hell for what they did. They will be burning real soon. I have bruises and pictures to show they were beating on me. My “parents” think I’m dumb, but no, I just act helpless and slow so they won’t keep me in the house. They have the nerve to think I just go outside to play. I feel like sometimes they want me to get kidnapped because they never pay attention to me while I’m outside. They think since I got F’s in school that I don’t know anything, but really I’ve been skipping school to find out information about divorcing my parents. I learned how to read at a pretty young age, three years old. I started talking pretty soon too, one years old. They were really nice people when they first adopted me, but they started to become stressed over their jobs and they also started using drugs. When I was younger I didn’t know that anything was wrong with them until I accidentally dropped some juice on the floor. They pushed my little head and started to yell in my face. I’m surprised my little heart could take that much pain, but I could. One time I went off on them in my little voice and they ran after me and beat me. The amount of damage I took as a kid, it’s a miracle I don’t have brain damage or worse. I was really strong. I was capable of anything; I still am. I don’t even want to say what my dad did because it was way more traumatizing than what she did. He was the one I loved the most and now he is the one I hate the most.
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
A bull killed my best friend and 5 other people. It was 2020; I have a home on the grasslands. We were just partying being dumb like we usually do. We were just having fun, we didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It all started with my best friend, Derek and his crush on this beautiful brown girl. He wanted to throw a party at my house so he could see her. I thought that was pretty cute. It’s been forever since he actually liked someone. It’s been awhile since I got some, so I agreed. We invited over 40 people to the party. It was raging and loud, but that was okay because I lived in the middle of nowhere. No one was being disturbed, or so I thought. As we’re dancing and singing karaoke, we hear a big ass slam. We all jumped because we didn’t know how in the world we heard that over the music. Derek wanted to seem big and bad in front of his crush. He goes outside to check out what’s going on. He yells “It’s okay y ’all! It’s just a bull!” The bull runs towards him and rams in him with its head. Derek flips over and lands on his neck. The bull cracked his neck. My heart drops; tears fall down my face. I’m in complete shock; The beautiful brown girl, Renee saves me from my own nightmare. She grabs me and we both run to the car. A lot of people got hurt by that bull that night. Me and Renee call 911 for help. As I’m having a panic attack, Renee tries to calm me down. She tells me everything is going to be alright, even though she’s probably just as hurt as I am. She holds me and comforts me. I know you’re probably thinking “isn’t that your best friend's girl?” Yes it is and I felt so awful for what I did next. I kissed her; I’m not sure what I was thinking. I was just sad and I wanted to feel better. I wanted to stop thinking about my best friends, the only person I cared about. He’s gone; I ball out crying after I kissed her. She hugs me tighter because I think she understood what I was trying to do. It obviously didn’t work because I still ended up crying. I really felt lost at that moment; I used to think my best friend was my soulmate. I feel like my soulmate is gone. Feels like a part of me is missing right now.
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
It was a rainy and cold night. I was driving home carefully; I wasn’t expecting this tragedy to happen to me. As I go through the green light a truck hits me from the side. My whole car flipped over 5 times before I finally cracked my neck and died. As I’m dead in my car, I’m looking outside of my body. I see my dead body right in front of me. I’m not sure what to do at this point, so I ran towards the truck that hit me. The truck driver gets out of the truck and runs towards my body in so much fear. I see him cry; the remorse in his eyes made me feel bad for him and I was the one who was dead. He calls the police saying “A man’s car just fell in a ditch please come and help fast!” He paces back and forth deciding what he should do. “Should I stay here and wait for the police to come or should I leave?” He thinks to himself. I realize at this moment that I can read a person's mind. I know everything he is thinking; he says to himself “I might as well just stay. If I run they’ll catch me eventually. They’ll even think it was on purpose.”
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction
Ashley Committed A Crime
“It was December 22nd; I was with my boyfriend, Erin. We were ice skating on the frozen pond. We were both doing tricks, but I accidentally made a crack in the ice. My boyfriend fell into the ice. I tried to save him but he was way too heavy. There was no way I could pick him up. Police officers, you have to believe me. I tried to save him but I simply could not.” Ashley eagerly says.
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction
Writing is my passion
My love for words is indescribable; my passion for art has no limit. I love writing with all of my being. Writing gives me so much hope and love; being able to talk to your viewers through a book or a song is amazing. You are able to connect with people on a completely different level when they’re reading things through your point of view. People kind of start to understand you just a little bit more. They gain a little bit of compassion each time they resonate with what you’ve said. I’m in love with the idea of everyone understanding and sympathizing with each other. The world is cruel enough, but all it takes is one kind word to make the world a better place. I truly believe kindness goes a long way. People who are mean are usually miserable inside, but if you take the time to say something wonderful to that person who knows what would happen. You could really change someone's perspective on life. This is why I choose to write my truth and my feelings. I choose to reach people with my words because I want people to know and understand that love is real. Love exists in every single one of us and we all deserve it. I want to spread love all throughout my creations, I want people to smile when they read my books and stories. I want people to catch chills with something that speaks to their heart.
By Nala5 years ago in Motivation
The Shark Rory
One billion years ago aliens nuked the whole entire earth. These aliens were called Glasphames. In their language this word meant Godly, Holy. They tried to kill off all beings on planet earth. They did not succeed; instead they just made all sharks stronger. Sharks could breathe on land; they were mutated but they formed way more cells in their bodies. They had about 30 million cells all throughout their bodies. I have no clue what was in that alien nuke, but it made sharks develop in ways people couldn’t even imagine back in the 21st century. Sharks nowadays aren’t even gray whitish anymore, they’re completely pinkish. Their eyes are all black and they feed off of each other and other sea animals. There aren’t any more human beings left; there’s just four armed beings walking around like they own the place.. And I, I’m Rory and I’m half Alien and half human. My father got abducted by this alien that had the physical appearance of a woman. She’s my mother and she taught me all that I know now. I have the ability to shape shift so that means I could shape myself into whatever form I would like. I transform my physical appearance into a shark because I love how they looked before the nuke hit earth. I’m always in the ocean swimming trying to investigate and find new beings in the ocean. I’m a curious creature; I always wonder what is out there. I wonder what I am not seeing that is not right in front of me. They say curiosity killed the cat, but lucky for me I’m powerful as it is. I am not afraid of anything; never have been, never will be. Besides all of my friends live in the ocean with me, so does my mother. We explore the ocean together running into nymphs and mermaids. We kill sirens before they kill us because they became crazy after the nuke hit them.I really have so much regret for being born sometimes because my mother and her race nuked the whole earth. I get depressed sometimes; sometimes I wish I knew what it was like to be “normal”. It hurts not knowing who my dad was. She killed him; yup my mother killed my father. That’s how these aliens reproduce. They’re like a succubus. They mate with their prey. It’s cruel and it’s not sane, but I’m used to it. They don’t know any better; that’s how they live. That’s how they lived all of their lives. The only reason I am not that way is because I am both human and alien. Humanity still lies within me. You’re probably wondering if there are more beings like me. The answer is no. My mom chose not to kill me out of boredom. That’s what she told me at least. Even as a child and her telling me this it made me have a heartache. Who knew someone like me can come out of something like her. I have empathy and sympathy; she just has more powers than I do. I’m surprised that she hasn’t killed me yet. Maybe a part of her loves me; I’d like to think that.
By Nala5 years ago in Horror
The Pear Tree
It was August 15th; beautiful and bright outside. The summer of 2030 is when I received my powers from mother earth. Yes, powers; I know it sounds crazy but it’s true. It all happened in Clarksburg, California under a beautiful pear tree. I was waiting for a friend who owned a farm around that way. I took one of the pears off of the tree; I was hungry and he was taking way too long. I bit into the sweet, juicy pear; as I am chewing I taste the ripeness even stronger. My eyes start watering; as I’m basically crying, my eyes get puffy and swollen. My lips got big and red as if my throat was swelling up. Yup, I’m allergic to pears; I guessed. William, my friend, finally comes outside. As he is running to me I fall on the ground and I start to have a seizure. As I’m foaming out the mouth, my friend William proceeds to put me on my side and he calls the ambulance while he is holding me.
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction

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I like you, I'm just scared to show you.

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Raging Bull

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Ashley Committed A Crime

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