Chapter 11

        Luke

The haze lifts and I am once again in control of my body. I can feel myself shaking, I can feel my insides churning, signifying that mata taulai atu is over. It is one thing when I am covered in the blood of my enemies or the blood of those I am instructed to torture. In order to remain even the least bit sane I have had to take solace in the fact that I...

The sound of my paws against the concrete driveway mingled with the sounds of cutlery scraping against plates in a way that made my tail wag.  The little square of warm yellow light was getting bigger with every step, swallowing me and chasing away the darkness. I loaded my muscles, feeling power course through them, and sprang onto the fence. This was the best place by far to observe the inner workings of the strange giants inhabiting the fortress of...

Hey all,

I've decided to do a second Q&A, mainly because I'm bored and drowning in HW.

Questions?

Good.

From definitely-not-your-favorite-author,
rosemarywisdom

Echoes of the night:

Trains running over the tracks.
Cats mewing at the sky.
Leaves whirling in the wind.
Branches scraping on the window.
Sirens of police cars.
Chuckles of teens as they waltz by.
Rain slashing against the window.
Traces of lost souls left behind.

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Prompt - Write a piece from the perspective of a person who sees you walking down the street. What would their initial opinion of you be based on what you look like and what you're wearing? Do they end up meeting you and are they wrong? This story is yours to interpret.

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Chapter 12

        Luke

I stand in front of the knight’s quarters, my fingers hovering only inches above the door knob, not wanting to pull away, but not strong enough to continue forward. It is reminiscent of the first time.
    “If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.”Jessica’s parting words echoed in my mind as I snuck about the castle grounds the night after her “assassination attempt.” I found the female squires’...

Chapter 11

        Luke

The haze lifts and I am once again in control of my body. I can feel myself shaking, I can feel my insides churning, signifying that mata taulai atu is over. It is one thing when I am covered in the blood of my enemies or the blood of those I am instructed to torture. In order to remain even the least bit sane I have had to take solace in the fact that I...

I know autumn has come when I wake with a wet nose. 

Warmth still clings to the air. Anywhere that isn't watered by the streams and rivers is dry from a summer with temperatures in the hundreds. Dust still fills the air as the cooling mornings turn into sweaty afternoons. Sun blasts my skin, turns it red and sticky. But when night comes, I can snuggle into a hoodie and relish the chill in the air. 

October is coming. With...

                                                                            Prologue



They say that life flashes before your eyes before you die, but in my case, Maurice’s eyes full of fear as his hand slowly slipped from my grasp flashed right in front of me, literally, I held on as tight as I could but I knew that my strength was losing the battle as he was hanging over the cliff, at the moment before he fell, which was a sheer drop two hundred feet or so into the...

Note    29/5/2020
… Perhaps I should visit a psych but how do I explain all I know? I’ve somehow been wired to the artificial world as all my senses are connected through instant ‘searches’ I guess. My thoughts are intertwined with all information I consume. I’m too far in the game for scandals and stigmatizing labels.
So in conclusion, this is my outlet to remember my emotions and why I associate myself with those I love besides their net-worth.
And...

Each moment was a matter of life and death, struggling up Salkantay Mountain, the highest peak in the Vilcabamba range of the Peruvian Andes. My father's ragged encouragement was but a frail wisp in the cutting wind. The only way up was to push my thoughts aside. I could no longer rightly consider myself an athlete. I had to keep stopping, though I knew from experience that a minute of rest could turn into an hour. Even so, I refused...

                                                                                  Pandora


“Your luck will run out sometime, and I will be there to strangle you!” shouted Holly running out of the cafe after Miles who had just skipped a Nirvana song on Spotify, which he had had already done three times. I watched as the two ran after each other outside, and Miles always getting lucky escapes from her death grip. I smiled and changed the music completely to the group playlist. Miles ran back inside and grabbed a...

   Death lingered, she tasted it on her tongue, felt it along her skin, heard it in the beat of her heart. And she revelled in it. Oh, she lived for the feel of it. To her, it was a glorious thing. It was similar to being a child and getting your first lick of ice cream. New at first, then the taste and sensation fill your senses and you just want more.
Yet, get too much of it too...

Homework hounds me
Drowns me
Gives me hope
And crushes it.

Homework drags her ever sharpened nails
Down the chalkboard in my head
Erasing all my thoughts
And killing my joy dead.

She nurtures distraction, and
Procrastination is her son,
My interests have rebelled
She has always won.

Homework hounds me
Drowns me
Gives me hope
And crushes it.

They say that there’s an end
To her tunnel, drenched in black
I try to find that light
I never make...

[Intro]

Everyday, everyday the same
Not waking up to any of my ten alarms
My bike doesn't take me fast, far away
Late, everyday, everyday the same

I see him waiting at the light
Across the street from me
And I almost smile
Until I feel guilty

[Verse 1]

My focus runs away from me
I chase after it on my green bike
Towards the other school alone
Somehow I always end alone

Sitting through tangential questions
Always asking myself ...

There was a time in my life wherein I cherished an utterly pessimistic approach. Having faced myriad harsh failures in different aspects of my life despite my solemn endeavors, I had eventually formed a philosophy that the universe doesn’t like perfection. But now that I know the non-human creations spread around us are decorated in a wondrous order, my earlier philosophy seems frightfully pointless to me. I have discovered through my experiences that the universe, beyond doubt, loves perfection.
I...

WOW! 60 followers!? I'm really happy that so many people read my work!  NOW IT IS TIME FOR THE EXTRAVAGANZA!
Part 1: SHOUTOUTS! My good friend is on here writing good stuff! Her username is Abbyrose, or you can read the majority of her work on her old account Abigailrose! 
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PART 2: A CHALLENGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...

Creativity.
The expression of interest, that drives a person by seeing the world differently. That is what it means to me anyway.

 2015:
I have friends! High school is going to be great!-Endurance level: 100%

 2016:
What is going to happen to me now? My next 6 years with these kids?-Endurance level: 75%

 2017:
Cool, I'm a loner. But I don't care, do I? Endurance level-50%

Now:
I have friends now, maybe true friends! But I'm stuck with the same...

Mama purses her lips,
and a valley forms between chapped flesh
 
she hums rhythms of honey and the trees dance
in staccato spins, reaching their limbs to skyward blues
 
Her skin peels like bark, hands open to
fertile roots. Animals lived pink in her womb- came out
 
kissed with green earth. Mama holds me in her hands,
presses my head to her chest-
 
I feel the sun rising in her breath. A tear travels along
her...

Four tall, grand chairs and one loveseat in the alcove. A solitary, pull-up chair join the circle camaraderie. Seven hands reach out and each drops a peculiar pen into the old Chinese takeout box in the center, the darkness inside the box obliterates and the high-pitched thudding of each pen encamp the room for mere seconds. My own, an elongated prism painted porcelain white and a fading Grand Praire Ford logo printed along the edges, remains upon the height of...

Here we are
and I can't think from all the pills
hey, start the car and take me home

Here we are
and I don't think I'll sleep until
you start the car and take me home

Now I'm only fifteen and I don't know much yet
but I think I know this much,
so I'll tell you before I forget:

I know I want you in my arms
but I need you at an arms' length

Here we are ...

Here we are
and I can't think from all the pills
hey, start the car and take me home

Here we are
and I don't think I'll sleep until
you start the car and take me home

Now I'm only fifteen and I don't know much yet
but I think I know this much,
so I'll tell you before I forget:

I know I want you in my arms
but I need you at an arms' length

Here we are ...

The forest
    stirring; awakening
creatures rousing from their drowsy stupor

The forest
    silent; watchful
holding with baited breath for something magical to happen

The forest
    breathtaking; hesitant
when the colors of the trees come alive as the sun creeps over the hills,
    taking one cautious step after another into the world

The forest
    applauding; praising 
as one brave bird steps forward to sing his tune

The forest
    beautiful;...