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Haunting of ShadowlynnChapter 1
My life ended unexpectedly and too soon. The worst part is that it was also murder. No one not even the police caught my killer. I always thought my death would be because of old age. The white Pickett fence scenario. Get married. Have a daughter named Emma. Maybe have a dog. Now I lurk the halls in the paranormal world. Arms crossed. Looking down, watching students walk through me. A single teardrop streams down my face. I want to cry and scream but of course no one hears me. Later, I attend my own funeral.
What a sight. 20 maybe more showed up. Days before I died, I asked my mom "Can you make my funeral like how Perry did in "If I die young"?". Mom actually did. I glanced and walked towards a coffin. I saw my stone-cold young body. Admiring the satin dress. My eyelids are shut and white with sparkles. I looked beautiful. All the sudden my mother appeared beside me. She kept quiet but I can still hear her whimper. I heard a deep sorrowful voice say "Ladies and Gentlemen. Fam
Cafe Maiden Ch.1❀ ❤ = Cafe Maiden = ❤ ❀
My parents wanted me to do something a little bit less "racy" with my life. But don't get the wrong idea. I'm not a stripper or a prostitute or something like that. I used to work as a model for a clothing line. Well more like an lingerie line...
So for the sake of my family's reputation, I quit the high paying modeling job and went on to the wonderful days of Job seeking........
C H A P T E R 1
"You need a good paying job. Perhaps a lawyer?!" My father said to me. I looked at him with tired eyes. I shook my head with less effort. "No dad" He glared at me with those serious eyes of his. I groaned and went back to the job search on the computer. I groaned with effort as my head flinged back. "No use in finding a good paying job that isn't modeling."
Loading your heart Chapter 1 "This heart is meant to be solid not broken into million of pieces"
Loading your heart...
Love is a piece of crap and that I shouldn't bother with it. That's what my creator taught me. That's why she gave me a digital heart. I can't fall in love. I'm basically piece of metal in human form. A robot you may say. I'm like one of those things you see in Chobits. A persocom. Expect I am not like them at all expect
Dino Park Ch.1 +Dino Park+ By Rebecca and Ellen
Chapter 1- What the fuck happened to Bessie?
"Dude. Where the fuck is Bessie?" Hey. I'm Ella. I'm only 14 years old. The youngest on my team. Team Survive. "I don't know. DAMN!" That was Jimmy. The leader. "If only that girl wouldn't have go off on her own." Ace said. Ace is Jimmy's cousin. The oldest and smartest in T.Survive.....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream was heard. "What the hell was that?!" I yelled. Jimmy looked towards camp. "FUCK! MCKAYLA!" "I KNEW WE SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT HER ALONE DAMN IT" Jimmy and the rest of us ran with our weapons back to Base.
"Do you see anything?" I asked A
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
What is Life?
What is life?
Life is something that is boring without Adventures
Life is something that is enjoyable with laughter
Life is something that is dangerous when it comes to disaster
Life is something that is exhausting when it comes to stress
Life is something that is fun with friends
Life is something that is a bitch when it comes to revenge
Life is something that is well.....
Life is one hell of a ride!
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