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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
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fall
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
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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