Can’t write a book without all the little words to tell the story.

I may have lost the battle.
But I’m not going to lose the war.

Live spelt backwards is evil.
We all know this.

But what is this?
This is the worst idea created. People saying “live your life to the fullest” and “Live means to be happy and alive at the same time.
But it’s all just a cruel lie. An illusion of happiness.
Because... one can never really live.
The money.
The power.
The pleasure.
There’s always something stopping us from being happy. That is the sight of another person.
When we see...

In a field,
Where roses and tulips rise to their pedestal of perfection,
A force that will never yield,
While children stayed in their careless oblivion.

Lies and Truth,
Two beings sitting in silence,
Life and Death,
To be interrupted by a question of innocence.

“Death?” She asked,
“Why do they love me, but hate you?”
He rose, with a tongue covered in distaste.
“Because, Darling, you…”

She listened in carefully,
“You are a beautiful lie…”
He stood, his hight...

They're afraid of me. I don't blame them, I'm afraid of me too.
Ever since I was born, I've seen things in a way no one else can. 
I see them...
I see things...
I see...

Stories.

In this world, everyone thinks that everything has to be money, business, power, fame, and pleasure.
But me? I see it as a story. Each and every object and person, every spec of dust, has a story.
I can see said stories. ...

She watched the snow fall outside from where she sat on the cream coloured arm chair. She sat, holding a steaming cup of hot cocoa close to her chest, along with her knees. She was silent as she thought, watching the calm falling snow start to turn into a swirling rage.
It got colder and darker. The college student got up and walked to the heater and turned the dial to the lowest heat. It wouldn’t do much, but she...