Pulling my hand free from his grasp, I looked my life long enemy in the eye, finally ready to stand up for myself.
"Leave me alone," I hiss, meeting his dark green eyes. "Go get a life, so I can live mine."
Freezing, Austin's eyes flashed down to his feet, as his hands dropped by his sides. The laughing stopped, and the spark in his energetic body went out. His tan skin seemed to flush a slight red.
"You are...

a. he has a bed, but chooses to sleep against the wall in his closet, and in the morning thousands of crabs are pried to his spine. he tells his parents that it's an experiment. he laughs. their permanently arched brows do not.

b. an experiment, he says, but never what for. his bones know the answer; they are trees getting hacked away at. they cry like a whiny child over going to bed, and he has to drag them,...

    I have lost everything. My mother, father, brothers. The rest of my family is out to kill me, thinking that I was the one who murdered the people I love most. I have lost my wealth. And I am on the lam.

    I race down the filthy, moss-covered streets, allowing my feet to leave no sound. They will have to find me by sight, and even that will be difficult. My black cloak flies behind me....

you want magic?
you want magic, child?
you want to lift your
hands,
and watch light twirl around your fingers, and
feel that fire roar in your heart?

then pick up your pencil, your pen,
child,
and write.

 

He tried to forget her, but she was always there.

Faine. Sleeping in his head, just out of reach, making him think about doing things he knew you should never think about doing with your best friend. 

Faine. Her face angry, or just feeling. It was always hard to tell. 

Faine, smiling. Faine, laughing. Faine's clothes that came straight from her grandma's closet. 

Faine listening to music, feeling it with every inch of herself, singing even if she didn't know...

    Will God forgive us for destroying His creation?  That is what Ethan Hawke’s Reverend Ernst Toller puts on the sign outside of his church in First Reformed.  It is the essential question and thesis of legendary screenwriter Paul Schrader’s pièce de résistance.
    Indie-darling Hawke stars as a minister of a Dutch Reformed church in upstate New York.  The church is a dying historical artifact of a church called the “souvenir shop” by the community.  The only reason his...

a little trend has come around again, via Paperbird (round of applause), and i thought i'd try it out. i've never done a q&a or anything involving my readers before, so i'm hoping it'll be fun :)

pretty much: leave questions in the comments, i'll publish a different piece with answers within a few days. i'll be republishing this a few times, so as to gather questions. 

for questions, please think before you ask! i won't answer anything about where...

We wander the world like ghosts
Our passion a sputtering fire.
You say all is our fault, but,
we didn’t make the world a failure.
 
You cause wars, wreck the world
Then flee, expecting us to fix it
Is this what we deserve?
No wonder we don’t have spirit.
 
Your wisdom stretches only,
As far as your greed.
We have not caused global warming
We have not destroyed our buildings.
 
So please, don’t wonder why
When fantasy...

I guess I'm me.
The quiet girl
The nerd
The person who lives
Under a rock.
But what if
Society read me wrong?
What if
I am the loud girl
The one who screams
and yells?
The girl
Who listens to rock music
And loves to shoot guns?
The person
Who knows what everyone is talking about
But refuses to participate
Because she is strong enough
To know what she wants?

Society misread me,
Saw my mask.
Saw the me
Who believes
Nobody...

She is art
(to me, at least)
Her cinnamon brown hair like autumn 
(when we fell in love)
Her mint ice cream eyes dreamy and warm like the best summer nights
(when I knew I was in too deep)
She's got these lips
(I won't go into too much detail)
but they look perfect for kissing
perfect for whispering lyrics to songs I know she'll love into
She, like all the best statues
towers over many
but not me
She...

Flurries of snow sink down to the white crystalized blanket under my horse's hoofprints. The sludge is melting away from under us as we walk on. Our heads are dipped low and our vows are veiled. My eyes look up to meet him. The Prince. Blood colored hair resting upon a face chiseled from stone, his eyes burning coals, the Prince. 
In my ruby cloak, I shiver, trying to stay warm. The blinding sun seared my pupil and I squinted as the...

Why on Earth did you decide to do this q&a?  

In the words of Paperbird, I love pointless questions. XD but really, I’m just avoiding doing my chores lol 

2. Yes/No: Hunger Games. Divergent. Harry Potter. Percy Jackson.  
Hunger Games ABSOLUTELY I LOVE THEM. I started Divergent but haven’t finished. 
Harry Potter, no way, no how. Sorry. XD 
Percy Jackson, probably never. Sorry. 


3. Have you ever read the Artemis Fowl series? (if you have, I love you)
*somewhat...

    I am marching
        Marching ever onward
     On a uranium path
         It's taking me farther away
             From that beautiful smile
         But that's okay
              Two steps forward
                   One step back
               I march on

                   I am planting
                        Planting little seeds
                    I don't know if they're sprouting
                        But I will trust
                            In the Lord of earth and sky
                        To give the increase
                                He is always for me
             ...

I was dating the user, most of you know her as queen elizzi, in real life. 
We wrote pieces about each other, which now that I think about it, was all I really wrote about.
But I did some bad things, things that cannot be fully refuted even if I tried.
When elizzi, or Izzi as she was known to me and tons of others, and I were dating, I was happy, or at least I tried to be.
But...

    We called him Handsome.  It was as good as any other name, and fitting.  He just showed up one day with no memories at all.  All he had was a pair of tattered orange coveralls.
    But handsome is as handsome does, they say.  Is Handsome worthy of the name?  Or is he responsible for the disappearances? They've happened before, but not here.  Is he an escaped convict?  If so, was he convicted for something our tyrannical...

i knew it hurt more than any other thing
you could have slung
you might have buried a knife in my back
or throttled the blood from my pounding
hands, but instead you hurt me
with this
and i thought i might nearly have felt
the white pages pulling oxygen from
my lungs like a string
or else the words would have
hit me like monsters---
the prying claws of the letter 'y'
drawing out my heart with a bloody...

​Aaalrighty then! SO I’m writing a screenplay now. XD random, right? But it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now, so I’m doin it. These are the character profiles for my two protagonists, Eden and Titus. 

What is something about your character that no one knows?
They’ve got something to do with a person in the future and their plans. I just decided this today, so no judging XD 

What is his/her favorite time of day?   ...

Whispers of jolly voices from a Friday night well spent floated in on the wind coming from town and joined the peaceful flow of water below. If she had been drunk maybe the bitterness would not have pierced her face and hands like frozen knives. But nothing could hurt more than this.
So much light shone around her, but it was all fake. No light from the stars she dreamt of. Just artificial glow from depressed street lamps trying to...

is a strange word. at least to me. comes with so many implications. so much attached. i don't know if i want that. all i know is that girls are made of moondust and boys sunlight, and i'm searching for an eclipse.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier brings a chill to the Marvel franchise.

Captain America : The Winter Solider takes place after the events of the 3rd highest grossing movie of all time The Avengers. After the team have successfully defended New York against an alien invasion, Steve Rogers aka Captain America (Chris Evans) goes back to working for the Earth protecting organisation SHEILD. He continues to adjust to modern life after have been frozen in the Arctic for 70...

The note cards were in my hand, but I would not need them.
"I could talk about so many different problems in the world. But there is one problem that affects us all. We don’t love ourselves. I gave all the love in my heart to others, waiting for happiness. But I was wrong. I have started accepting myself for who I am. Why change just because society wants me to? I love everything about me: my style, my height,...

Previous part link: Might Be Continued Part 5

  
  The next person to come to my garden was finally Princess Beauty. She came the evening of the day I gave gordon the second rose.

    I was in my house at the time and had just come outside to watch the moon like I usually did when I saw her ride up on a horse. Damn! Her name is really fitting,I found myself thinking as she came into the...

"Do you ever wonder why we're shamed for not fixing the problems in the world although we didn't cause them?" I looked up at my girlfriend, sparkling brown eyes stared back at me from a face framed with blonde-pink hair. Adelaide had always been sort of peculiar, well, to the eyes of society. She was great at biology, but preferred to follow her dream of being a singer. When I asked why, she answered by saying ‘Money is everything in...

They say absence sharpens love, but that doesn’t stop the feeling in my chest when I watch the simplest exchange of a held hand, a quick hug, a peck on the lips. It doesn’t stop that feeling when I wake up and you are not there besides me, as you never have been, because you are in a different bed, in a different house, in a different country. But I message you still, a simple good morning, and you...

The gentle breeze from outside brings along with it some dust through the window as I look upon the world I am surrounded by. The neighborhood is awake and everywhere is lit up as I hear the prayers from the mosque, the worship from the church and the music from the clubs all around me while everyone awaits the turn of the new year holding on tightly to the hope that this year will be different, it will be 'ours.'...