Like Only the Stars are Watching Mr. Glenn’s wife died the day before last. Of course, now all their children could talk about was what she would have wanted. “She would want a proper burial,” Gary, the eldest, said. “In the cemetery at Memorial Park,” Martin said. Gary shook his head. “Much too crowded there. She wouldn’t want to knock elbows with anyone. She would prefer be buried in the Green Meadows Cemetery.” “No,” Lisa Marie said, slapping her hand against Mr. Glenn’s antique table. “She wouldn’t want a grave. If she was here, she’d tell us to cremate her and spread her ashes a
Talk of the Queen"I have no idea what possessed Albert to marry that hussy Talphenia," said Lady Hilda of Little Fold.Lady Hilda and Dame Salvia were sipping mead in Hilda's castle while their husbands were out hunting in the forest. Lady Hilda was baroness and liege lady of Little Fold, the smallest, but also the proudest fold of Foldland."You know I visited Talphenia in her castle at Copper Fold once," continued Hilda. "She made me take off my shoes and walk about in my hose just to keep her precious carpets clean!""Yes, Aunt Hilda. She did the same thing when we Dawn Guard wives were invited to the royal castle. Still, we were impressed with the beau
A Grumpy HumanOne day more and here I am, a poor intent of a human being. Once again I have to leave the comfortableness of my softly bed and bear the gentle shrieks of my mother: “C’mon, son, time to school!” “Have a nice day, honey” Yes, as if I could… she is just the same creature I see everywhere, she is one of them… one of that zombies who walk doing the same boring things everyday and they do not stop ever, they do continue their routines again and again and again, unstoppable. I look to myself in the mirror and I realize I am still me. I am not like them; I am not a marionette… yet. I do the same p
ShatterHe was surrounded.Dangerous objects flew toward him almost faster than he could comprehend—knives, axes, and the occasional bullet that he could only hear, so he ducked.The only reason Carson had lasted this long was because of his power.It was called Shatter, and essentially it made him able to break any inanimate object into hundreds of little (or big, depending on the size of the object) pieces just on sheer will. It wasn’t a common power—of all the power-holding rebels fighting for their freedom, he was the only one with Shatter.His eyes darted around, constantly scanning the air around him for objects. He waves
Wilkey and Scruwit - How Scruwit Got Away We’re sitting in the near-darkness, Wilkey and I. He says nothing, but I can feel the annoyance radiating off him. It was I that convinced him to come on this little joint venture with me, even though he'd gone clean years ago. In his mind, that made me responsible for everything that went wrong thereafter - including our current incarceration. Admittedly, I had assured him that we wouldn't get caught, but in my defence, I was sure we wouldn't I never get caught. In fact, I’d go as far as to say our current situation was all Wilkey’s fault. Yes, I might have been the one to suggest stealing the painting, but he’s the
Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready. She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long
Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark' - The Hoosiers.Pitch. Black. Darkness.My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.You know when you hear your hou
A Waiting Life I feel as if my entire life is just me waiting. My life is like a road trip. A really bad road trip; the type of road trip where you really have to shit, but the next rest stop isn’t until 20 more miles, so you just got to buckle down and clench for dear life, and wait. Every time I want to do something, or go somewhere, life always retorts with,“Just wait a minute.”“Just wait a little longer.”“Oh you want to do that? Well just wait a couple years THEN you can do it.” Why do I have to wait? We live in a world that never stops moving. A present modern day Earth that is always in flux. The wo
Depression: What is it? Why is it a problem?Depression: What is depression? Is it a problem? If so, why? What are some things that be done about it? Depression is a problem. If you are diagnosed with depression, obviously it may mean you could be very unhappy. To be depressed can say and mean a lot of things. Depression is a chronic illness that usually causes long-term problems, like diabetes or high blood pressure. Most likely if you are depressed you are feeling sadness for one reason or another.Why was this topic important to me? What do I hope it will do for people?I find depression to be a very serious issue. It can take very dangerous effects on people. I feel as if it is a
Voice in the StreetsThe voice rang out clearly through the crowded street. It was strong, echoing off buildings and tumbling into the ears of all those that gathered. It was late afternoon and many workers were changing shifts. The streets were crowded with men, women, and children, and they all seemed at least quietly interested in the speech. Some looked uneasy, as if they shouldn’t be caught listening, yet couldn’t quite convince themselves to leave the premise. Others perked with true interest, moving ever so slowly towards the makeshift stage that the speaker had claimed for his address.One such individual was a visitor to Boston. He showed no
Valkyrie Sword - Midgard Disir Chapter 02The next day, at the home of Yuna, she's in her room along with Amara, while Yuna is standing staring, Amara looking through the window of the room.Yuna: Amara-sama, please explain me what happens at school.Amara: It's something to tell you... do not know if it's "weird" *, the dimensional rupture between this world and Oblivion seems to be created and disappear, as if something or someone to manipulate it...Yuna: Manipulate it...?Amara: Such failures happen rarely breaks are disorders ... between this dimension and Oblivion, Oblivion is a kind of purgatory for souls who in life were evil beings, reaching for eternity be some there, i
Valkyrie Sword - Midgard Disir Chapter 01In the city, the cloak of night is present and thus the dark creatures make an appearance, it is curious that these strange creatures of dark appearance as its nature, can not be seen by humans, or to least not all ...These creatures of the night, take advantage of when humans sleep to steal their energy by dreams, humans usually called "nightmares", this clear, does not mean that these entities are entered in the dreaming of the victim directly but do remotely, through his own mind, is as "feed" and in turn feed their "brothers" in their place of origin, the more of them appear, a peculiar fog surrounds the place, turn the buildings seem t
How Far Would You Go?The year is 2083.One fourth of the Earth's population has vanished from its face and all that is left is evil. Some are blissfully unaware of the fact that the New Earth is a polluted and desolate place. Others are all too familiar with its hostilities. Religion, independence, and freewill have been stripped from the most recent generation of the world, and now, the Human race is dying.Siblings off the streets of a devastated town, a man accused of a crime he did not commit, the son of a wealthy scientist, a drug dealer, and two sisters on the run for their lives. Seven kids, all of different ag
RealizationTo live in captivity and to not know it cannot be matched. There is nothing as horrific as waking up in the morning, looking back on your life, and realizing that you have been bound under tyranny every day prior, only you were too blind to see it. In that moment, that terrible moment, there is no future and really the past means very little. There is only that feeling deep in your gut that says You should have known. How could you have not known?Even as the bombs fell she thought there must have been some clue before that day. She wasn’t stupid. She should have seen it. There had to have been something that her mind had picked up on,
Endlich Fruehling!Endlich Frühling!Wenn die Amsel trällert ihr LiedUnd die Nacht vor dem Tage flieht!Wenn die Tulpen und Osterglocken sprießenUnd wir die warme Sonne genießen!Wenn an den Bäumen sich die ersten Knospen zeigen,beginnt bald ein wahrer Blütenreigen!Und wir beobachten voller Freudedie vielen Vogelbräute!Jetzt ist jedem bewusst,Schluss ist's mit dem Winterfrust!Die Schmetterlinge zeigen ihre schöne Pracht.Endlich Frühling!Es ist vollbracht!von Karin Camehl
25. Lurking ~ L'Etre ParfaitJe suis une salope affective, un homme sans cœur, un vampire des sentiments. Et ce soir, je suis en chasse.Comme floues dans la nuit, les lueurs de la ville me sourient. Vêtu d'une robe blanche et d'un manteau, je suis une femme fatale, un homme au visage fin, une prince asexué, votre Idéal.A peine ai-je fait mon entrée dans les rues de la ville que les gens se retournent sur mon passage. La lumière des lampadaires me nimbe d'une aura divine, créant le mystère sur mon passage. Cela fait depuis si longtemps que je n'ai plus arpenté ces ruelles, en silence je hume le parfum de la liberté, acre et capiteux.Une femme blonde aux lèvres rouge
28. Sorrow ~ L'Ere de MousseLa Mousse a envahi le parc depuis si longtemps déjà. Assis sur un banc, un flacon à la main, je fixe les constructions envahies par l'horreur verte et repense au temps où mes enfants pouvaient encore y jouer.Il vient toujours un temps où vous avez l'impression que tout est perdu. Et dans ces moments-là, plus rien ne vous retiendra. J'étais de ces hommes qui avaient vu la nature se déchaîner, j'avais assisté - impuissant - aux décès des êtres qui m'étaient les plus chers. Puis j'avais erré dans ce nouveau monde hostile, répandant le feu autour de moi pour combattre ce nouveau mal. Mais j'étais seul.C'était peut-être ça qui fit la différenc
Ellis - CamilaCamila réapparut, nuit après nuit. Au départ présente quelques minutes avant l'aube, elle finit par rester toute la nuit auprès de moi. Si au début nous n'échangions que quelques mots, nous finîmes par avoir de véritables conversations. Camila promit de veiller sur moi dans mon sommeil, et - aveuglément - je lui fis confiance. Je dormis mieux que jamais, et les responsables de l'hôpital étaient émerveillés par mes progrès. Puis vint la nuit où je rassemblai assez de courage pour poser la question qui me hantait.- Camila."Oui ?"- J'ai besoin de savoir qui tu
Bloody meeting 2Acte 2 Scène 1 Jules réapparaît. Il est chez lui. Il se demande pourquoi Marc ne l'a pas appelé. Il sent que quelque chose de grave est arrivé. Jules (en aparté) Je suis très inquiet, je dois avouer. Marc avait promis de m'appeler. Qu'est-ce qu'il peut bien faire, Pour ne rien vous cacher, j'ai un affreux pressentiment. (Tout seul) Il va m'appeler. Je sais qu'il va le faire.(Commençant à faire les cents pas) Cette attente est très pénible. Finalement, le téléphone sonne. Jules courre décrocher. Marc : Jules, j'ai une très mauvaise nouvelle à t'appren
Bloody meeting 1Acte 1 Scène 1 Marc et Jules se promènent ensemble près du pont. Soudain Jules disparaît. Marc (se retournant) : Jules ?Jules : Je suis là, juste à coté de toi. Marc : (mettant ses mains en avant) : Où ? Je ne te vois pas. Qu'est-ce qui se passe ? Pourquoi as-tu disparu ? Jules : c'est un pouvoir que j'ai acquis à la naissance. Je t'expliquerais plus tard. Il vaut mieux que je ne parle pas. Marc (surpris) : Qu'est-ce que tu raconte ? Soudain, un homme surgit. Il arrive dans leur direction. Jules restes invisible. Marc sent que quelque chose cloche. L'homme passe à
Begierde Einer dicken Schlange gleich wand sich ein beleuchteter Pfad den Hügel hinauf. Das Licht der Fackeln zauberte zuckende Schatten auf den Weg. Eine leichte Brise kam auf und die zarten Blüten der Kirschbäume wehten durch die laue Sommernacht wie winzige rosafarbene Schmetterlinge. So leise, dass man sie kaum bemerkte, schritt eine gertenschlanke Gestalt diesen Pfad hinauf. Ihr Körper war in einen seidenen Mantel gehüllt, der sich im Wind leicht aufbauschte. Ihre Füße waren nackt, ihr Gesicht in dem Schatten der Kapuze versteckt. Niemand außer ihr war zu so später Stunde noch
Ville d'Opium- On rêverait tous quelque part qu'on nous aide, non ? Je veux dire, on ne le demande pas parce que ça casserait l'image mais -- Tais-toi et aide-moi à ramasser les membres.Puisque je n'ai pas mon mot à dire je la suis et me tais comme une brave petite le ciel vert a pris la couleur du soufre il n'y a plus personne et nous ramassons des zombies pour en faire du fertilisant. Décor planté - passons à autre chose : lorsque la folie lance un premier appel les autres non-sains d'esprits doivent y répondre obligatoirement - c'est sans doute pour ça que je me retrouve sur une plage de metal à ram
Star Wars Bio: Lippi VittbugSpecies: HumanHair: BlondeEyes: BlueHomeworld: Yaga MinorEra: New RepublicAffiliation: EmpireLippi Vittbug (nee Vorsky) is the wife of the Imperial banker, Vislor Vittbug.Born on the fortress world of Yaga Minor, Lippi studied psychology at the Imperial University. After graduation she joined the Imperial Security Bureau. She worked as an interrogator, questioning those suspected of disloyalty to the Empire. Excelling in this role, she quickly reached the rank of major.Lippi met Vislor Vittbug when arranging security at a charitable event. The banker instantly fell for her cool blue eyes and stern manner. After their marriage,
Star Wars Profile: Vislor VittbugSpecies: HumanGender: MaleHair colour: GreyEye colour: grey-bluePlanet of origin: CambriaEra: New Republic Affiliation: Galactic EmpireVislor Vittbug is the president of the Deep Core Banking Group, one of the major financial organisations of the Imperial Remnant and a major rival of the Muunilist Bank. He is one of the wealthiest men in the Galaxy, earning millions of credits daily. He likes to enjoy and flaunt his wealth, but his hedonism is matched by his firm commitment to support the Empire.Vittbug was born on Cambria in the Deep Core to parents of modest wealth. Apprenticed to the Cambrian Bank, he worked his way through
Creatures of the Night, Heed my Words: Chapter 4 Just carrying Shadlock from the porch was an easy task, but then came the binding of the wounds. I know little in the medical sense, you get a boo-boo you put a band-aid on it; but this was a little bigger than all of the bandages that I had lying around the house. “I’m just going to set you down, ok?” I said. He let out a huff of breath and grunted as I dragged him the small old worn couch. The blue/green velvet like material of the couch groaned as I set him down. I saw that I only had half of him on the couch, “Can’t you be helpful?” Shadlock groaned and hid his eyes away from me. “No, it hurts, too much,” he whispered. I nod, no really understanding; just mindless and numb from the fact that he is one of them, I can just feel it deep in my bone
Creatures of the Night, Heed my WordsThe creature let out a ghastly screech. Twigs snapped as it moved closer to my house. The wind howled along with the breaking of branches, my sister squirmed next to me, wanting to take off and run away from the monsters that surrounded our parent’s house.Something warm and wet touched my hand that is clasped around her mouth to keep her from screaming. Tears I thought, She’s crying. The tears pattered down faster and fast as she started to shake. Oh God, she won’t be staying here, I’ll be alone till someone else comes along. I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE!“Shh, shh; it will be alright in the morning. In the morning they will be gone,” I whisper to the both of us, but mostly to me.The sound of leaves crunching stopped. A loud sniffing noise filled the tiny cabin. My sister let out a squeak.Big Mistake! I removed my hand from her face, I moved back into the dark corner that I always hid in when night came. Her usually big brow
Creatures of the Night, Heed my Words: Chapter OneThe dark blue figures stalked towards me. They always came to my little cabin in the dark woods after a full moon. Those pestering police, I thought, always try to put me in the cells when I didn’t do anything!I grumble as they came closer, dark blue uniforms appeared as sun hit them. They were comically the stereotypical policemen. One tall and thin, with sun-tanned skin; short cow licked brown hair. The other short and wide, with vampiric skin; bald and scraggly beard.“You’va got a new body for us, freak?” the tall skinny one snapped, a Maine accent peeking through. I narrowed my eyes. Freak, that wasn't the worst I've been called, but it still hurt.“No sir,” I replied politely; locking up my anger and hate for another day, “I even give you permission to search my house.” I was seething, but I had learned to train my expression at a young age.The short one raised an eyebrow.
Creatures of the Night, Heed my Words: Chapter TwoI woke to the sound of clawing. I sat up as fast as I could, it took my eyes a while to adjust to the darkness of the night. The sound stayed at the door, that’s unlike them. I scrambled up and out of my seat.The clawing grew louder as I came closer, not just because I was moving towards it. But the creature outside applied its talons with a renewed vigor. “Hello?” I asked cautiously. It would move away from me if I talk; of course if its one of them.But this thing didn’t move away, it let out a small whimper. To an ear that had never heard them before would think it was a cat, or a dog. This noise, this noise proved that it could only be one of them.Panic was starting to well up and bubble in my throat. I forced it back down with several deep breaths. It will not hunt in the waning moon It will not kill in the waning moon’s eye It will not bother you in the waning
Archeress Chapter 6!!!! PLEASE READ THIS WARNING !!!!The following chapter involves references to animals eating people, fighting, frightening and/or disgusting images, and pyrotechnics used for a destructive purpose. The language in this story is completely clean.Younger readers and readers with weak constitutions may find this chapter disturbing.The author (~flutepiccy) is not responsible for any accidental disturbing of any readers. There has been fair warning and plenty of space so nothing may accidentally be read. ~Archeress~ The be
Archeress- Chapter 2 I sat on the wooden table in Father’s workshop. He rummaged through countless bins of supplies mounted on the wall. He looked for a large strip of leather and a thick needle to help me repair my damaged spear, and a cloth to bind my wound. Then, he turned around and “Corinthia! How could this happen? You could have been killed!” I would not- could not- reply. I leapt off the table, and we began to walk to the next room in our wing of the old convention center our group now called home. In the second room, there was a stone fire pit, a salvaged marble block, and a low table where my sister and cousin waited at the table for their supper, unfazed by his anger; after all, it wasn't directed at them. I absentmindedly poked the fire as my father served out what appeared to be boiled goat meat onto crude plates. He continued as he set the plates in front of the girls, sitting on the old hardwood floor, resting his head in his
Archeress Chapter 3 I watched stolidly from the some rafters near the center’s opening as the group set out with a little more than their horses, their spear, and the clothes on their backs. Ornato had walked outside with them to check supplies, re-check, and check once more, just to be sure. After one last exchanging of words, the group rode off into the sunrise. That left me, Ornato, Techome, Niccharius’ twins, Zacharias and Zira, and my cousin Titania. One could wonder: If I have a cousin, why do I not have an Uncle? My Uncle Smithe died when she was about five. Then she came to live with us. Now she and my sister are both ten. Not to complain, but my only “real” friend in the world, as cliché as it sounds, is my large black stallion named King. Our small herd has been the only horses we’ve seen since we lost contact with the rest of the world. I sighed, drew myself up, and peered down from the rafter that I always relaxed on.
Chronicles of Evo - Innocent Falls Part 1Chronicals of Evo, Arc 1. The Innocent Falls Incident, Part 1.---Welcome to Evo, a land of amazing creatures and people. Full of men and their stories, today I will be taking you on a journey into one such story. Sit back, relax, and remember...Nothing is what it seems.---A group of men sat around a large table, a simple dangling light bulb providing a way to see for all of them. They were a rough looking sort, with heavy coats and guns strewn about them. A map rested on the table, with many red lines and circles drawn onto it. They spoke of things meant to be said in places like this. The group of men spoke of a revolution, of free
Chapter 9 ShiftersChapter 9: Welcome to the ShowAll had been going well for the musical so far, when Mr. Smiley had decided to cancel our Thursday show. "What!?"I could feel my hope of this show drop like lead in my stomach. I couldn't take this sudden change and I just felt like... Maybe joining this musical wasn't such a good idea. I hadn't enjoyed it nearly as much as I had the winter show.But there was one perk to being here. I got to hang out with Emily. She was a Senior this year and had spent the last two years at the school in a 'Shifter-Free' environment, and after the transfer she accepted every Shifter that had came here.I bit the side of my
Cinderella: Knight Ch. 1 9 years later"Hey, Dad. I did it! This is the year! It's been a lot of hard work, convincing Sir Scar-eh, sorry, Sir Xavier to let me be a Cinder Knight, but we finally did it! Sir Rolf has it- in writing- that this year Sir Sca-Xavier of Pridehaven, Captain of the Cinder Kinghts, is officially going to induct me into the ranks of the Cinder Knights! I can hardly wait!""Cinderella? Cinder-oh, there you are."Regina looked up. She sat in front of her father's headstone, leaning back on her arms. A tall, red headed young woman approached her."Oh, hey Jaquline, where you looking for me?""Mother sent me," the girl said, carefull
Sun Road Ch. 11 “…and Jacky Marauder and her eleven cave sisters fell upon the dragon called Fray, their swords glinting proud in the sunlight. And together, at long last, despite their many wounds, they plunged through the roaring flames and drove their blades into its heart!” Rhea raised her uninjured hand with a majestic flourish. “And so the dragon called Fray was vanquished!” she sang. The stranger scoffed. “Stupid,” he muttered under his breath, like the rasp of wind against soft ash. “Jacky Marauder wasn’t stupid! She was a hero!” she huffed. “Heroine,
Matched Ch. 6School had always been enjoyable to me. I loved to learn about anything and everything. Taking in information was honestly what I felt that I did best. Now, however, I was beginning to feel like an intruder in my own classroom as I looked around the room at the faces of my classmates who were in on Gage’s plan. I was becoming paranoid that they were constantly judging me and wondering if I was strong enough to go through with the plan, and I could tell that Lily was beginning to notice.When we went out to lunch that day we sat in our same spot and ate our packaged meal provided by the Government just like we did every day. I stared do
Charity BallsDearest Karen,I never wanted to be that person, you know. That overly-sentimental, fatherly figure that tells stories from the “good old days” and smokes cigars because he doesn’t really care about getting lung cancer anymore. And I’m sure, wherever you are, you’re laughing your little blonde head off, because you never would have expected it. You married a rebel, and now look at me. I’m normal. I fit in. I go with the flow and it’s ridiculously easy.It’s also ridiculously boring, you know. I didn’t realize how freaking reliant I was on you to entertain me until, well, you weren’
Friday 5/10/13 Friends with benefits?Friday 5/10/13 So not much happened today, but all day I had this horrible feeling that wouldn't go away. It was the kind of butterflies you get when you're scared, but much worse. It was like I had something following me the whole day. Fourth period, I had Choralaires and the seniors had kicked us out so the could decorate for the state championship celebration. We were sent into the foyer. I wanted to get away from the noise, so I put myself at the farthest end of the foyer away from everyone else. Even though I had isolated myself, I had hoped someone would come over to talk to me. Diamond (one of the Powers twins) came and talked wit
Thursday 5/9/13 Macaroni please.Thursday 5/9/13 Hey guys. I'm so sorry that I didn't write a blog yesterday. I was really tired. Anyway, yesterday was interesting so I'd like to recap the exciting events. When I rode the buss home yesterday, it was almost completely full so I had to sit in the back. I sat behind this kid who I've gone to school with since elementary school. -I don't know his name.- Allow me to paint a picture of this kid: He's usually hunched over. He wears probably one of the biggest backpacks ever and he always wears a black fedora. He was sitting sideways in his seat, so that he was facing the window. A freshmen girl came to the back of the b
Tuesday 5/7/15Tuesday 5/7/15 I would do this entry later tonight, but I have rehearsal for state tonight. I'm gonna try to make this quick. This morning Baker (He was our choir director before he retired last year.)came to watch us preform and give us critiques. The change in our sound was, WOW, just wow! He helped the boys grow some chest hair. We were supposed to be forte on a section of one of our songs and it wasn't getting quite loud enough. So he made every Tenor and Bass sing alone as loud as they could. None of them got scared. I'm so proud of them. We added the boys back in and the sound was just... AWEMAZAZING! Nothing else eventful r
Monday 5/6/13Monday 5/6/13 This morning I was very tired. I didn't get to sleep until about one o'clock last night. I had another one of those mornings where you fall asleep and then your buss driver takes a sharp turn that wakes you up. Today was a day 1 so today I had a free period this morning. I went to the choir room as I usually do. Corey greeted me with a hug. He smells nice. :) (Should I muck up my entry with smiley faces? Is that tacky?) Da boys ("Da boys" is referring to the boys/men in the mostly freshmen boys choir.)were getting ready to sight read and I don't like sitting through sight reading sessions. They are very boring, especially
5/5/13 War in the mind?5/5/13 Today was rather uneventful in reality, but in my head there was lots going on, so I just thought that I'd share. I had strange dreams last night... first I just dreamed about my friend Corey. I dreamed that I was spending time with him. We hugged. I can't say that I think this dream is significant, but I'm sharing it anyway. After that I dreamed that I was in a fun house. It was the four of us, as it used to be, Lynnie, Kimmy, Kit, and I. -I guess over the years the four of us really have drifted apart. I'm only really linked to Kimmy through Lynnie now and I think Kit was only linked to them by me.- Kit got seperated from us
Saturday 5/4/13 Prom?Saturday 5/4/13 Like I said previously, I'm a Junior in high school. Today is the day of prom. So I would like to talk about prom in this entry. I am not going to prom tonight, my reason being that it costs too much money, considering all the other expensive things I've done this year. A lot of people say that it's not that expensive to go to prom, because the tickets don't cost that much, but I'm not talking about tickets when I say that it's expensive. I am talking about paying to get a manipedi, finding the PERFECT dress (every girl knows she secretly wants the perfect dress), if you're a guy, even renting a tux is not cheap, and i
Friday 5/3/13Friday 5/3/13 This morning was a lot like most mornings lately. I wake up at 7:15 and groggily get ready for the day. I am often tired in the morning due to a lack of sleep from the night before. I stay up late either thinking about my troubles or mistakes I've made recently. Yesterday morning I was particularly tired and I almost fell asleep standing up. I struggled to make it through yesterday. Today was similar, but not quite as bad. I closed my eyes a couple of times on the buss on my way to school, but I wasn't able to fall asleep, because I dreading my former best friend, Kit riding the buss again. -Sometimes when Kit misses his bus
The Artificial FaceThe Artificial FaceInside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t
The Definition of Writing I love writing. It is my passion, my obsession and my relief. It helps me pass through predicaments. It helps me pass through difficult periods. I can express my thoughts and feelings with no shame or worries… with no reservation or qualms. When I write I can transform into anything. I can fly. I can be a hero. I can be nothing and everything. Writing is my soul and my life. It is where I can find a peaceful sanctuary that accepts me for who I am. It is where I belong. A death in the family. The agony of a cracked heart. The fear encountered. Writing is my shelter…my refuge…my place. When I am in di
Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake MeWho are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever chang
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