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Dmoral13

United States

Read: Shakespeare Sonnet 71 & Tuck Everlasting by N. Babbitt
All you need: Fuzzy Pajama Pants & Frosted Flakes
Queen: Johanna (read her piece: No Exception)
Wattpad (@dmoral13)
Please Read My Piece: אלמוות העולם הנשכח #SCIFI

Message from Writer

We could never experience love without heartbreak, never have hope if faith wasn’t once lost, and have happiness without understanding sorrow. ~Dmoral13
To understand is different than to be understood. ~Dmoral13
If freedom meant dying, then are we really free? ~Dmoral13
You should read: Rope by Christy Wisdom (its plot twist is hilarious with great character interaction!)

Published Work

Soulmate Marks (A Short Story) Pt 2


For part one (WHICH YOU SHOULD READ FIRST---PLEASE) click here.

    Eyes fluttering open, I tried to understand where I was. What was happening? And why I was even in bed in the first place. As I searched the room, everything became a blur.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to recall the last thing I remember.
I was sitting at the table when I fell off my chair. I was screaming in pain, as my body turned red, and a burning feeling came over me. And then…...and then….I blacked out.
Groaning, I looked around, as everything started to still. I could make out chairs across the room, and a painting on the wall. Looking down, I noticed I was wearing a blue nightgown, and my arms and legs were connected with tubes.
I tried to hold back a scream.
Then, I heard a loud screeching noise.
“Maisel, calm down, please! Everything will be fine!” A voice said.
Turning, I...

Atlas #SomethingIsComing

Something is coming,” Atlas whispered, eyes scanning the room.
Snapping my head in his direction, I watched Atlas survey the room as if it had changed. We had been here for one full moon cycle, yet he’s acting as we had just gotten here. They warned me, said he’d lose his mind, that they all did, but I didn’t believe it. I refused to believe it. Licking my lips, I tried to scoot closer to him, but I could only move an inch before the chains around my wrists stopped me.
“Atlas!” I called, trying to get his attention. Maybe if I distracted him, reminded him of before. Reminded him at least why we were here, maybe then he’d come back.
Something is coming,” He said again, this time louder. It was as if I didn’t exist. His eyes continued to bounce around the room, as he repeated that stupid saying.
I tried to hold back...

אלמוות העולם הנשכח #Scifi

Please Note: This formerly classified document was sent to the our Nation’s Commander-in-Chief mailed by former mission leader, recently deceased General George Pluman who worked the Further than Pluto case file.
File: Declassified
Received: March 8, 2003
To: President George W. Bush
Forward: Found by General George Pluman during their conquest of Pluto
1782.002.
We call ourselves the ווקר {[A Walker I am lead to believe is your closest translation]} a name we placed upon ourselves by our creators. We live on אלמוות העולם הנשכח {[​Immortality The Forgotten World is the closest translation]} and have for cintorys {[estimated about two and a half centuries equal one of our cintorys). But after recent study upon the planet in which you life forms take over we are lead to believe you pose a threat.
Your research of spacecraft seems to have improved, and though you are merely three cintorys behind us in spark {[the term you use is ‘technical’]} development, one of...

Bookshelf

Tuck Everlasting

Tuck Everlasting
By Natalie Babbitt
Fantasy

Is living forever a blessing or a curse?

Bread and Light

Words and Stories of Nourishment

Words and stories nourish
a child's imagination
as our world's authors
did mine

Open Prompt

Soulmate Marks (A Short Story)

    Sitting at the dining room table, my arms resting against the cool wood. I was wearing a thin tank top and pajama shorts, hoping my mark appeared at a place I could show off.
My phone buzzed against my thigh, causing the chair to make noise from the vibrations. I held back the urge to grab it, knowing that who ever it was, I'd be on the phone for hours. That could wait. My mark, couldn't.
I dreamed of this day since I was a child, when my parents first told me about it. I remember Oscar's sixteenth birthday, when he got his mark. At first Oscar didn't care about the mark, thinking it would be something lame and girly. But once he got it, he spent weeks showing it off. He'd flip his arm over, just do you could see the wolf head mark on his wrist.
Sighing, I prayed my mark would be as good as Oscar's,
“I...

i cried so hard my head hurts

it came to the point
i had nowhere else to go
no one else to talk to
no way for me to avoid
no emotion i could handle
so today, to put it simply
i gave up
right now i feel so empty
my throat is sore
my stomach feels full
(though I havent ate)
my heart in pieces
but worst of all
my head hurts
mom said drink water
dad told me he loved me
now i lay in bed
typing out my story
understand i am lost
understand i am broken
understand i am meant to be taken a break
understand 
i had no one else who would understand
no it wasnt a guy
or an epic love
just expectations that fell through
just ideas that got punched
 rumors that spread
girls that talked
i didn't want to be
that girl
who cried in bed
with her mother and father
but tonight, of tonight
i wanted to be their daughter

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Our World is Made up of Universes

when mothers fell from heaven
some fell harder than others
some fell softer than most
and the very least landed on their feet
These mothers would give birth
To their own little universe
That would catch stars that fell
Just to whisper little wishes
Or they’d give birth
to a little universe
That could create a moon
to shine so bright and help guide the night
Each little universe would grow
Every size, shape, color, and state
Made differently
Yet to last
These little universes
Created from mothers with broken halos
Folded wings dim glows and light shadows
Would come together
To create a world of their own
Their world is made up of each and every one of them
Little universes of children
Building their own lives
Sharing their own tales
Living their own paths
Dreaming their own dreams
And though we may see
A universe soon dim
Another takes its place
Another light comes again

she slid the mask off her baby


carefully she held the baby's face
her fingers arched so slightly
just enough for her nails to find the solid edges 
slowly, yet with another pressure and force to get the job done
she pulled the cover off the child
hearing a little grunt and whine in a cry
as though it wanted to protest
finally, the base had been taken off and all that was left
was the simple sliding it off to the last of it
would disappear
and it was like a band-aid, the last part always the worst
where even as the base tingled, the little part left to hurt the most
but it was worth it to her
with nothing left and the tenderness of her actions so weak
her fingers tightened around the edges and she yanked the mask
at last, it slid off
allowing it to fall to the floor, it clattered but only the weak and hurt
would hear the echo and...

It's All My Fault #ettu?brutus

Created for an angel, hurt like a devil.
I know you probably can’t hear me as the memory replays itself before you. I know you don’t understand. But most of all, I know this is all my fault.
My tears are as real as yours. Yet, that’s when the similarity between us ends. My wax tears are composed of guilt, glistening with blame, and salted with sorrow.
The worst part is, I wish I was crying because of what I did to you. Even as the guilt consumes me, not a single tear of mine comes from the guilt. No, it’s all because this little piece of ash hasn’t cooled. The little light it has left has touched my crimping stick, setting me ablaze once again.
I can’t help it! Everyone blames me, yet this is what I was created for.
What happen, what I did to you, wasn’t fair-I know that. It’s my fault, but can’t...

A Pair of Poems

She's the Wanderer, He's the Navigator

I'm a Wanderer.
My whole I've touched upon, the unthinkable, wondering why no one else has stopped to feel beauty that was deep within.
I've always stopped, and just followed the wind, letting the world tell me where to go, trusting all I see.
Smelling the roses, touching its petals; listening to to the news buzz, Watching them fly by; tasting the freshness of newly picked fruit, thinking about how it was grown.
I was the wanderer, he was the navigator. I don't need a plan but to know everything happens for a reason, it's all written in the stars. Just like him. Just like us. He was my destiny.

I'm a navigator.
My whole life I've made the decisions, the hardest ones were the ones I've made for others, for I feared I made the wrong choice.
Every problem just needs to be heard, understood, and worked through and then my solution will come, instinctively.
Smelling out the truth,...

When Two Broken Hearts Try To love

a glass heart
pushed off the edge
shattered to pieces
now two glass parts
uneven cuts with broken feelings
so easy to draw blood if your finger scraped their edges
when the glass heart met a
shattered piece of another
it slightly smiled back
'youre broken too?' the first glass heart asked
'thrown off the edge' the other one cried
and they tried to love each other
since they were the only ones
who understood
who seem to care
and though their pieces
didnt click
didnt push in place
didnt fit like a puzzle
couldnt get glued back together
they tried
until one whispered to the other
'our pieces dont fit together'
the other nodded and sighed
'i know, but i lost my other piece a long time ago'
thats when they agreed
two broken hearts dont fit together perfectly
but equal one heart
and thats all they really need

Worst Feeling

the worst feeling in the world
is
feeling the very thing you
worked for,
fought for,
cried for,
loved for,
lived for,
slip out of your fingers
and fade away

but the saddest part
the part that truly breaks your heart
is knowing that the voice deep in your head
that said it would never work out
was right

Ring Around the Star

twinkle twinkle little star
we all fall down
how i wonder what you are
ashes ashes
above the world so high
pockets full of posies
like a diamond in the sky
the rosie
twinkle twinkle little star
ring around
how i wonder what you are

Christopher Robin

with

a body like tiger's
always taking bounces in different directions
an urge like roo's
always unaware of simple danger
a stomach like winne's
always hungry, never full
a pair of eyes like rabbit's
always wanting it to be perfect

yet you have these things too

a mind like piglet's
always worried about something
a string of thoughts like eeyore's
always thinking of the worst
a personality like owl's
always keeping up an act as you struggle inside
a heart like kanga's
always trying to protect the weak

how can a person be so much in one?

Christopher robin, dont let these words define you

hey this was fun, try it #weirdo'sQ&A


1. What's the weirdest conversation you've had with yourself? 
When I was trying to figure out what i wanted to tell my mom but forgot, and spent a solid five minutes arguing with myself
2. What's the most ridiculous story concept you've come up with, that somehow worked? 
A turkey dressed up as a sock for Thanksgiving, as a way to hide from people, to avoid getting eaten
3. What's your unusual pet peeve? 
The volume of the tv has to end on an even number or 5 (Unless the volume is 13 because that's my favorite number)
4. What's a trait that you love to see in people? 
Patience
5. Which of the six Infinity Stones would you like to harness the power of (if you were a being powerful enough to)? 
I haven't seen infinity war, and before you freak, I'm watching it over the summer and than Captian Marvel with my friends so I'm ready when the...

I don't know


i dont know anymore
thats the worse part
because once your lost
you realize you never really knew
where you were going
 

My Second Contest-#Plottwist Winners!

Thank you all so much for entering my second contest! I know it was much smaller, however, I wanted to focus on longer pieces this time. More stories. And I loved all the entries brought in!! Just know you all did fabulously and deserve gold star stickers! Hope you keeping doing my contest.
Also, a little message from Writers of the World: "May you all keep writing freely"

First Place: No Exception by Johanna
You should be proud of this piece, oh my goodness it's amazing. I literally can't express how much I love it because it would give away what happens and I want people to question why I chose your piece so they read it!! You probably haven't gotten my peer review yet, but just know--I wanted to high light the whole thing and say how much I love it.
(Prize: A follow (If I’m not already following you), 3 peer reviews (your choice), 3 likes (my choice), shout...

Blooded Secrets


secrets are bleeding out of me
the cut is too deep

every truth pours out of me
most of them not even my own
so i bleed the blood of others
causing pain to the truth seekers

crying out loud
no one hears a single sound
instead, they watch my blood spill
and are hellbound

rage, hatred, sorrow, heartache
every emotion boils inside of them
and they're quick to leave once the secrets are said
leaving me to lie on the ground

i'm losing a lot of blood
but then again
i never realized how much i've had
it seems like just when i think it will stop
a whole new wave comes
a whole new lie revealed

secrets are bleeding out of me
this cut is too deep
if this is how i go out
i wish people remember me
and not the secrets i'd keep

Shrinking Violets

in a field of purple orchids
lives a single violet
a shrinking violet

she's a shade darker in purple
a hue brighter in color
a stem longer in height
a leaf bigger in size

she likes when it rains
hates when things decay
loves the soft breeze
fears bees sneeze

but it's not like the other
orchids know her
for she never talks
so she's never heard

a shrinking violet
she is called
when the farmers come
out to play

ask her why
she is so shy
ask her why
she always says good bye

let her whisper
in your delicate ear
that a shrinking violet
is too different
in their world

but then when you ask
'what do you mean?'
she will say this next pasrt
a bit loudly
'purple orchids are what you believe,
but look with your hearts
for they are all violets like me'

100 Roses, but you don't get a single One #onlyonehundred

Do you know why?
Because I bought a hundred roses for all these girls in the room
I wanted them to know they aren't weak
they're strong and beautiful
and when they get knocked down
they can fight back-and still win
I wanted them to know they aren't alone
how even if the boy they cry over doesn't notice them
their friends and family do
even when they don't want them too
I wanted them to know they aren't hopeless
that some talents are buried deep within
and it might take a few cuts and bruises
some pain and heartache
for one to embrace their true self
I wanted them to know they're appreciated
and when they think no one cares
I do
and I'll always care when it comes to women
because they're people too.

But you,
oh, you're so much different.
Don't need a hundred roses
not even one

to know all of that
and if you ever doubt...

Oh, how the feathers danced #feathers

Oh, how the feathers danced.

When the sun dips behind the horizon, leaving behind a trail of spilled paint buckets in the sky, is when it begins. The moment spirits came out.

Feathers seemed to fall from the sky as if they were the cause of the paints mixing. Every feather a different color, yet still equally beautiful.

Every soul from the sky fell; all the spirits that use to live land came home.

Gliding through the air, feathers danced as they moved. Together they would swirl in forms, telling stories in each dance. It seemed the spirits were talking, remembering.

As the feathers gathered, the village did too. Meeting on the beach, they lit their fire, singing, and dancing.

Carefully, the feathers twisted around the flames. Even though the fire was essential, it’s always the most important things that are the most dangerous.

A man stood in silence in front of the fire, watching the shadows move across everyone's...

When the Devil broke an Angel's Heart

her once shining face
now have gold staining tears
her once beautiful wings
now ripped apart
her once glowing halo
now snapped and faded
her once flying grace
now fallen to the ground
her once beautiful smile
now turned around
her once holy ways
now darkened to scare
her once blissful dreams
now shaped as nightmares

she was once an Angel at the heart
but the devil went and broke it
so she became one herself

Op-Ed Competition 2019

Thinking Outside the Box We Put Race In

Race is more than the color on your skin. It’s apart of who you are. It’s a piece of culture that shapes you, or a detail that creates you. How race plays into people’s life is different for everyone, however, no one can escape it.
Truthfully, I don't know what 'race' I am. I don't know what ethnic group I 'belong' to. I don't know what color to describe myself. To be frank, I don't even know what parent I look most like. All I know is two things: One, people use the term ‘mixed’ to describe my skin, and two, everyone is some percentage of every race.
Now, this doesn’t mean everyone is fifty percent English, or twenty percent German. What I’m saying is that people have every race a part of them, just different amounts. For example, someone can be fifty percent Irish, and everyone around them can be one percent Irish.
I drew this conclusion from...

Past Remembrance-Prologue

    The theory was after WW4, the Forbidden War, no country was stable from the loss of their populations to the resources they no longer had. It had been centuries since the world had seen such a few numbers of people, for its highest peak was over eight billion, and it was now down to less than three million.
    Once the war was finished, all the survivors evacuated their homes and moved to what was once Canada and were now known to the survivors as ‘Miracle Land.’ However, not everyone made it there. Many died during their journey trying to reach ‘Miracle Land.’ This dropped the world’s population to below two million. After reaching ‘Miracle Land,’ one went through a series of tests and courses to see if they were eligible to live there.
    If someone was proved to show signs of any contagious disease from the war, (nuclear poisoning, helio disease, etc), they were sent away. In addition,...

Op-Ed Competition 2019

Thinking Outside the Box We Put Race In

    Truthfully, I don't know what 'race' I am. I don't know what ethnic group I 'belong' to. I don't know what color I am. To be frank, I don't even know what parent I look most like. However, I do know this: Everyone is a part of something. Some people are more Asian than others, while some people are only one percent German. In the end, because of our World's history, from exploration and colonization to love and breeding, everyone of every race has been with every race. That's why I believe, 'racism' is just plain dumb. However, my main point isn't just the overall view of racism, but one certain aspect of it. Education. And, to make it even more detailed, standardized tests and exams.
    Everyone who's ever taken a state's standardized test, a school's exam, or even a special test for government review, has seen the box asking about race. In addition, they've seen...

I'm your hero, but my own villian


looking
asking
wanting
begging
praying
you do
because i'm
your hero

crying
screaming
hating
destroying
dying
i do
because i'm
my villian

snow globe

so you're trapped?
now don't you see
o how blind you were before, ignoring
warnings from me

gather around
let me tell you what happen
o my blind children, open your eyes
because each one of us is trapped in our own
enclosed sphere, metaphorically

my life is like | #powerfulpoems

watch all you have ever loved burn
so all you once had, is lost

smell gas from a doctor's room
so everything you thought, is an illusion

breathe in the darkest of lakes
so each lung drowns, now you can't scream

listen to a pitch so loud you can feel
so not even covering your ears, can stop the headache

drink the nectar of a poisonous tree
so you die, from the inside out

walk on needles sticking up between hot coals
so every step you make hurts, worse than before

pour acid onto your soft skin
so it seeps, into each of your pore

and maybe then
you'll feel a fraction of what
my life is like
without you

Her Copper Eyes Watched the Coin Before Her


Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Falling. A soft, little clang against the glass as it falls.

    Picking up the coin, Ryleigh's eyes rested on the the euro from Italy, worth no more than one cent. It was a small, copper colored coin, that her best friend gave to her one year ago. The the day before the accident.

“I want you take this coin,” Cyrus said, picking it up from the table and handing it to her.
“Why?” Ryleigh asked, as he dropped it into her hand.

"Ryles?" A voice called from behind.
Closing her fist around the coin, Ryleigh turned around, forcing a smile.
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?" Kaylynn asked, tilting her head to the side. A month after Cyrus died, Kaylynn moved in with Ryleigh. It seemed like once he died, so did a part of her. The worst part was, Ryleigh didn’t grieve like most people.
    Instead of isolating herself, she forced herself into things. It seemed...

you may be gone, but..

you may be gone but...

when i close my eyes
i'll let the tears fall
as all the memories from our past
flash before my eyes

when i listen to music
i'll let the sobs come
as i turn up the sound
our storying playing loud

when i go to sleep
i'll let the dreams play
as i picture us
hangin out

when i paint a picture
i'll let our favorite things show
as i create a masterpiece
featuring our laughs

when i dance alone
i'll let my arms go up
as i pretend to dance with you
even with no one in the room

when i close my eyes
i'll let the tears fall
as all the memories from our past
flash before my eyes

you may be gone, but
the feeling always stays

orange juice

squeezing every ounce
of me
just to make sure
you like the taste
destroying all i ever was
because once things like me are crushed
they forever be a type of mush
who i once was
is who i no longer am
because now my soul
has found a new form
all i can do
is pray you like me
but even will extra pulp and love
you still prefer the apple juice
over my orange one

perhaps this is how the heart works?

Enough


too bad it wasn't enough

everyone wanted to be with you
it was like no heart was immune
your charm was your virtue
and your heart a commute
too bad it wasn't enough

people fought for you
the leader they loved
no matter the battle
nor the life that would end
too bad it wasn't enough

votes were place
no one else had any game
when it came to who would rise
which in the end would be you
too bad it wasn't enough

the world bowed down
to only you
sang it song, played it tune
always waiting on you
too bad it wasn't enough

every star would fall
aching for your grasp
planets revolved around you
faster than one's breath
too bad that wasn't enough

the universe gave in
to your silly games
trembled beneath
your cruel flame
too bad that wasn't enough

it never was enough
nothing was enough
is there ever enough with you?

I don't know what to call this, maybe 'You & Me'?


closing my eyes...
guess what i see?
you and me
and all that we could be

every spot light
shining down
as we dance in circles
the crowd cheering for us

every singer
that writes their songs
sing about us
and all we'll become

every writer
listening to our story
scribbling our words
into perfect harmony

every lover
gazing at our hearts
loathing our passion
but wanting our stars

but none of this matters
that's the best part
because when it's just you and me
not even the world matters

Emerald Eyes & Royal Purple Dresses Part 1

Beautiful was the only way to describe her, and it seemed so true to her statue, that by not using the word to describe her, would be an injustice. She had fair skin, that seemed perfectly kissed by the sun. She had perfectly shaped curves, yet was still petite in every way. Her hair was thick, dark brown, that curled at the tips. But, none of that was what made everyone classify her as beautiful, no, it was her eyes.
She had big eyes, the color of emeralds. Only, it was the emerald green you got when you held up the jewel in front of the sun, making the light fracture and fly in all directions around you. The best part was, her eyes seemed to reflect the kind of person she not only saw you as, but who you truly were.
That's why, on a night like tonight, people were always slightly terrified and excited before...

When the Devil broke an Angel's Heart

her once shining face
now have gold staining tears
her once beautiful wings
now stained and broken
her once glowing halo
now snapped in half
her once flying grace
now fallen to the ground
her once beautiful smile
now turned around
her once holy ways
now darkened to scare
her once blissful dreams
now shaped as nightmares

she was once an Angel at the heart
but the devil seemed to break it
so she became the devil herself

Acid Tears #ForgivenessFGE

the tears that stain my cheeks
are made of acid
burning me as they fall
reminding my soul
who you made me
through it all

how can i forgive
the man who saw my mind
and read my heart
using both against me?

how can i forgive
the thief who stole my soul
dropped it in hell
and watched it fall
to the bottomless sea?

how can i forgive
the monster who starred in my dreams
and twisted them into
my reality?

how can I forgive
the devil who broke my wings
so i could fall
and make me lose it all?

how can I forgive
myself?
is the real question isn't it,
after all?

i was the one who opened up
because i couldn’t stop your pry
i was the one who shared the secretes
because i loved when your charming smile
i was the one who gave you my love
because i thought you were the only...

These answers are interesting I think #capitallettersq&a

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?
Yeah maybe we were created from the birds & the bees, accidentently, or whatever, but I believe once we are created, we have a purpose. So I think the meaning of life isn’t a real/good question (if that makes sense), it should be, what is the meaning of your life? What’s its purpose?
WHAT’S YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE?
I’m tired of being ashamed: I LOVE listening to Wannabe by Spice Girls!!!
SHOULD PINEAPPLE BE ON PIZZA?
To be honest, I don’t really like pizza. I’ll eat it if it’s there and there is nothing else, but I seriously don’t like pizza.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF SOUL MATES?
They exist. For sure. However,I think everyone has more than one, and it’s not always romantically. Sometimes your best friend is your soulmate, and you can’t live without them, but you just don’t love them in the romantic kind of way. Also, I think because...

Kate #happyendings

This was one of the anniversaries they didn’t make cards for, throw parties for,  or celebrate. Instead, people just gave their condolences, most of them fake and for the sake of keeping up appearances, or ignored and presevended this day didn’t exist. And then, there was Harper.
Harper stood staring at her closest, trying to find the dark grey dress she wore exactly seven years ago to this day, and every day on this day since. It wasn’t until she looked at the back on her closet did she see it.
“Sweetheart?” A voice called from behind.
Holding up her hand, Harper pulled the dress out of her closest and went into her bathroom. Once she finished showering and changing, she still didn’t feel ready to face her husband. Knowing once she did, she’d fall apart. All over again, like she did every year.
Instead of going back into her room, she stared at herself in the mirror, making...

She was Yellow

She was the brightest
thing to have ever lived
in this universe of ours

With a body filled
by nothing but pure
energy
optimism burst
from of her

Happiness was her favorite feeling
and it always showed
like her loyalty
her heart always projected
to those she loved

To put it simply
she was yellow

Soulmate Aging AU #N.dialogue

Slowly, Lily made her way toward Trey Holister, who was sitting by himself on the subway. He was looking down at his phone, his dark brown hair hiding his face. Sighing, Lily finally sat down next to him.
"So, how long have you been twenty three?"
"Uhm, about forty years. You?"
"Thirty four as of three months and two days ago, for me"
"Okay."
Nervously, Lily reached up and grabbed the topaz necklace her Mom gave her. Cursing herself for being a coward, Lily tried to tell herself she was right. They were meant to be together, and stupid stereotypes didn't mean anything.
"Have you met anyone recently?"
"Nope, living the single life."
"Oh, well I went out on a date two days ago,but it didn't go so good."
"Good for you."
"Have you-"
"Listen, Lily, but could you stop with the questions please? I really don't want to explain my love life to you, or anyone...

I'm böred and don't want to do chores...Also My first Q&A#febq&a

  1. What author inspires you the most? Umm, thats really hard. I love a bunch of writers and their work. But I do really love Kate DiCamillo, I even did a whole project on her and her book once. She was my 5,6, and 7 grade childhood.
  2. Do your characters normally symbolize you, or people you know? Honestly, the main character is typically a part of me and people I know, and other characters are my friends and people I've met. It's a mixture of both I guess.
  3. Where do you feel most comfortable writing? My bedroom, late a night, with music (As background noise I'm not using listening to), and my notebooks sprawled out on my bed.
  4. Who do you share most of your stories with? One of my friends and you people on Write the World.
  5. Is there a childhood memory you keep reliving/thinking about?Yes, the one where I ate this gross, bland, fat piece chicken while my...

Bored? Do my Q&A or just do it because why not #questionsthatneedanswers

  1. Did you ever have that moment when you realized that you could've taken the easy way instead is suffering? Was your suffering worth it?
  2. What's your favorite time of day?
  3. What's the saddest word in the English language? Why?
  4. Do you ever have that feeling you're being watched as you write your stories?
  5. How do you feel about the number 7?
  6. Celebrity crush-Go!
  7. Are aliens real? Or it's all a myth?
  8. What movie was the worst display of it's book? Why?
  9. Llamas or unicorns?
  10. Name 3 things you couldn't live without-Go (besides food, water, etc)
  11. Main 4 fandoms- Go!
  12. What was your favorite question I asked?

I Passed a City

I passed a city
That I've seen a million times
Only this instance
There was light outside
In the dark
It was like ‘Starry Night’ art
So beautiful
Each light that twinkled
So pretty
Each building that scraped the sky
But with the lights turned on
Nothing like before was okay
So gross
Grey smoke filled the air
Forming clouds of despair
So ugly
Everything pushed together
Closer than your average pair
I never realized
What the dark hid
Until the sun came out to play
And all I wanted to do
was run the opposite way

I Love you, great grandma

I'm crying now
simply in tears
'cuz I gave up on sobs
a long time ago

the love of your life
watched as you go
stayed by your side
fighting because he's behind

your daughter visits
so many times
its like she lives there
at old times
because she'll misses you
and doesnt want you to leave

you granddaughter chats
with you online
aching and worrying
because shes far away
wanting to see you
face to face
one more time

and then theres me
your great granddaughter
who would've thought i'd meet you
and you be in my whole life?
i cry for you now
as i finally get my goodbye
questioning life
as i see yours go bye

we'll all miss you
that is true
but no one loves you
like i do

When you don't know what to write but feeling very deep---one of those poems

dreamt for decades
waited for years
watched for hours
cried more tears
most in my head
because you were barely in my life

barely caught you
in those butterfingers of mine
held you close
but in time

watched you slip
through my grasp
cause it rained
and you never really stay

dreamt for decades
waited for years
watched for hours
cried more tears
for the rest of my life
because you left me behind

Remembering Everyone We've Ever Lost-Through Song Lyrics

I don't sleep so well at night....waiting up and shivering
Caught up in circles....confusion is nothing new, flashback, suitcases of memories....time after time
My universe will never be the same
It's like there's always an empty space, those memories that nobody can erase
And I know it ain't pretty, when our hearts get broke, too young to feel this old

I can never leave the past behind, I can see no way
I'm hangin' on a moment with you
Something that are like those years
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Just to be with you

How am I supposed to know
That it's too late
I have died everyday waiting for you
We're so close, yet so far apart...I close my eyes I look away...that's just because I'm not okay

How do you measure the life, of a woman or a man?

Living People

Queen Reyna in my story Love's A Lie

    1. What is something about your character that no one knows?
It was an accident, she never meant to fall in love the with the devil's son. And the moment she realized she loved him, was the same moment she knew they were both doomed.
    2. What is her favorite time of day?
Sliding out of bed, Reyna made her way toward her window, that looked over the kingdom. She watched the sun peek from behind the mountains, as it prepared itself for another morning. Dawn, the only piece of proof that another day can start, even after a bad one.
    3. Who is her closest confidant?
Smiling, Reyna gave Head Adviser Nicholas a hug, trying to hold back the tears. He was the closest thing to a Father she ever had.
    4. What is something she collects?
Running her fingers along the bookcase, Reyna beamed at her small collection of books she had stolen from the Palace Library.
    ...

Talk To Me

You're broken?
Don't pull any crap with me,
just talk to me.

Because in the end,
You've got no else to see

Frowns #supposedtobe

all i see now
are all millions of
frowns
in every single town
where i go around

no matter the gender
no matter the age
no matter the reason
no matter the phase

none seem satisfied
and just watch life pass by

but the worst case is
the ones with the
smiles 
with words as fake

Once the World Was...

Once the World Was...

Once the world was
put quite simply
gorgeous,
filled with animals,
filled with trees,
filled with clean air
for all to breathe.
Then we came along
put quite simply
'monsters',
because we kill,
because we destroy,
because we pollute
so easily.

Once the world was
put quite simply
empty,
of us beings,
who just be,
mindlessly.
Carelessness and greed
should be our 
enemies,
but are our
family.

what have we done?
to the world
that once was

Everyday Magic

I Broke my Heart, the Same Day I Found it

My heart broke, the same day I found it.
It was as the sun dipped into the ocean, causing the sky to fill with shades of pink and orange. The sand was cool against my skin, but I could feel it stick to my legs, the water acting as glue. I could feel warmth coming from the tops of my legs, and as I looked down, I saw the slight shade of red on my thigh. We've been outside so long, and I forgot to put sunscreen on. Sighing, I scanned the everyone around me, trying to figure out what everyone was doing.
Mother laid on her baby blue towel, as Father sat in his beach chair by her head. I could hear the soft hum of their whispers, by not a word they exchanged. One of my brothers, and my sister, were splashing each other with water, as the tide slowly rose. Two of my friends were talking to...

Wishes

For wishes are our dreams,
That we strive to make true,
So without wishes,
We’d have nothing to do.

Sorry

Sorry I say as you push me away,
Thinking it was my fault to ever comes that way at all.

Sorry I scream when you break me apart,
Letting you tear each part of my heart.

Sorry I whisper after all the things I say,
Since clearly they hurt you in a certain way.

Sorry I reply listening to your complaints,
Realizing you meant me the whole time.

Sorry I cry when I see your tears,
Knowing my words hurt you and showed you fear.

Sorry I breath with you next to me,
Seeing you gag at the sight of me.

Sorry I sigh as you come up to me,
Claiming it’s all I ever say.

Sorry is the word I use,
But only when I’m with you.

Jealous

We all grew jealous at one point,
Over the girl who got the guy,
The guy that got the girl,
Even when it never really was about us,
In the end.

We all grew jealous at one point,
When we lost to the winning team,
And proved how underdog we were,
Placing an ‘L’,
on our own,
Forehead.
 

The So-Called-Grandmother

‘Grandma,’ the girl called upon taking her hand,
‘You loved grandpa very much did you not?’
The women wasn’t much of a grandma,
Even with her wrinkles of age,
And white in her hair.
‘I cannot express it in words,’
Was how the so called grandma replied,
Loving the warmth of the little girl’s pride,
That her hands could not hide.
‘Express?’
A new word for the girl,
But she didn’t say more,
For even children feel,
The power of remorse.
‘You’re innocent,’ the women said lightly,
Then slipped her hands out,
Folded them together,
In prayer she claimed it be about.
“Grandma,’ the girl called again,
Eyes wider,
Face paler,
Hands empty.
‘Just like I, this word shall swallow you up’,
A tear rolled down the woman,
Except it wasn’t a tear of sorrow,
Just the inevitable.
‘Grandma?’
Those were the last words ever said,
By the innocent,
Little girl.
‘She’s finally found her peace,’
Was the last words...

Ever heard this story?

A psychologist asked a class of students, "would you rather be shot or heart broken?"
No one answered for five minutes, until one student, slowly raised their hand.
"I rather be shot," the student answered.
"Why?" the psychologist asked, walking toward the only student brave enough to answer.
"Because being shot can be healed," the student answered.
"Whoever agrees please your hand," the psychologist said, turning back toward the class. When no one did, the psychologist simple stated, "Than none of you have ever been heart broken."

Love in Words

To: My Baby Brother (Who I accidentally convinced we were twins, and now telling him otherwise is heartbreaking)

Dear, Baby Brother (Twin)
    Since the moment I first saw you in the hospital, the day after you were born, I knew I was going to love you forever, with all my heart. When I first held you, it was like a spark had been sent through my body, as if I had never been truly awake until that moment. And no matter how much I try to ignore her, Mom always loves to remind me on how I always wanted to hold you; and never let you go.
    I remember going to school, and telling the world about you, and coming home to you running toward me. I'd scoop you up in my arms, and kiss you all over your face, and you'd just giggle, telling me to stop. But that wasn't the best part, no, the best part was your cuddles. You were so young, so snugly, that I could hold you forever.
    I longed for...

People Said I Was Like A Man

it was like a disease
that slowly spread
whispers and giggles
points and tickles
confessions and sinners
mocking and taunting
these stupid rumors

it started when i was young
merely eight and half
when all i wanted was to have fun
but they never gave me none

my tan skin
created dark hair
above my lip
and though we all have it
they laughed at my 'mustache'

in my tenth year
it was my weight
i ate all the time
causing the scale to go
every time
the increase
equaling a dime

than it came again
just this year
it might be my broad shoulder
or my mustache hair
perhaps my weight
but i think its all three

for they uttered the words
i cant ever bare to hear
behind their thin little hands
speaking the words
that shape my tears

What does he see?

what do he see
when he looks at me?

my mom
sees a teens
who acts mean
filled with sass
who thinks shes all that

my dad
sees a little girl
who can't wait to grow old
and wiggles her toes
when she gets cold

my brother
sees a sister
who likes to tattle
and start battles

my sister
sees a freak
who likes to be neat
making a mess as she cleans

my neighbor
sees a worker
that can watch their precious
baby daughter

my friends
sees a happy spirit
who bounces around
and can never calm down

my teacher
sees a student
with bright intelligence
to afraid to answer

but none of that matters
when all i want to know
is what he thinks of me
and he alone

Living People

Queen Reyna in my story Love's A Lie

    1. What is something about your character that no one knows?
It was an accident, she never meant to fall in love the with the devil's son. And the moment she realized she loved it, was the same moment she knew they were both doomed.
    2. What is his/her favorite time of day?
Sliding out of bed, Reyna made her way toward her window, that looked over the kingdom. She watched the sun peek from behind the mountains, as it prepared itself for another. Dawn, the only piece of proof that another day can start, even after a bad one.
    3. Who is his/her closest confidant?
Smiling, Reyna gave Head Adviser Nicholas a hug, trying to hold back the tears. He was the closest thing to a Father she ever had.
    4. What is something she collects?
Running her fingers along the bookcase, Reyna beamed at her small collection of books she had stolen from the Palace Library.
    5....

Love's A Lie (Part 1)

“Love?” His twisted voice chuckled at the word, as he curled his finger around my dark brown hair.
Grunting, I struggled against the chains, only causing the shacks around my wrist to worsen the wounds. More blood streamed down my arm, and I could hear each drip as it fell to the ground. The puddle underneath of me only grew.
“A devil such as you should never speak that word,” I hissed, glaring at him.
It was either the sight of seeing me struggle or the sound of my voice-for all I knew it could’ve been either-that made his dark smirk grow. Dropping his hand, the man took a stepped back.
“Denial,” The man began, eyes flickering toward me for a moment, “Is the first phase of grief. Does that mean your anger is simply going to follow?”
Instead of answering, I spit at his feet.
“If you don’t start answering me all you’ve ever known shall perish before another...

1.6.15

I thought only guys could break your heart and make you cry-I guess I was wrong.
I couldn’t help but let the tears fall as I watched Lindsey make her way to the car. Somehow, my heart was hurting-physically in pain, yet I couldn’t understand why something so emotional painful affect  me so much physically.
“Don’t cry!” Lindsey called back, opening her car door. “It’s only temporary.”
“I’m not crying,” I shout, barely managing to keep the sobs back. Quickly, I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand, and stood up straighter.
Suddenly, I felt a cold hand against my back, making me shiver. Turning my head, I realized it was Luke, trying to comfort me. I couldn’t help but smile.
“As crazy as this sounds, I’m going to miss her too,” Luke laughed, moving his hands to my shoulder, giving me an awkward hug.
“Careful, for a second it sounded like you actual liked Lindsey.” Smirking,...

I Believe in Tears

I believe in tears no matter how crazy it sounds. Ever since you were born, even on that very day, you cried at every little thing that caused problems or prevented you from getting your way.
I was very much like that, when I was a child too, so don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on you. All i’m saying is that once I reached the age of seven, my parents sat me down and talked to me.
They told me crying was pointless and it never did anyone any good. How others thought you were a baby and would make fun of me when I cried, made my parents look bad, and made myself look vain and ungrateful.
So for the longest time, I refused to let myself cry, holding it in, only breaking down at night.
That’s when, toward the end of five years, a close friends death, a wedding, injuries, and friendships, I sat in my...

Unconventional

People are like Words

people Are like WORDs
WE choose who leads
and MAKE them better
like capital letters

and the others who
we claim ARE insignificant
don't get A LETTER
in the abbreviation

WE also CHOOSE when a sentence
of a persons' LIFE gets to end
that is punctuation
my friend

lastly WE leave little
obstacles like a comma
with WORSE oNes like dashes
in our world for others

Only Proud Day As A Freshmen #POV

Grabbing Eric's hand, I pulled him through the hall, making my way over to Delilah. Ever since fourth grade, Delilah and I have been best friends, and I couldn't wait to tell her Eric and I were officially dating. As we made our way down the hall, I heard a few giggles and laughs down the hallway, slowly growing as I grew nearer to her.
That's when I saw it.
It was a the bottom of her locker, so small and insignificant it was barely noticeable-but I saw it. A small little ribbon stuck out of the bottom of Delilah's locker. It was the mark of Lucy. Before I could say anything, before I could warn her, Delilah opened her locker and screamed. Because her locker door was in the way, I couldn't see what happened, but I knew something bad. Something very bad.
Everyone was laughing.
"Delilah!" I called, dropping Eric's hand. When I reached her locker that's when...

Soulmates and True Loves

Everyone
has more than one
soulmate
yet only one
true love.

Your soulmate
is fate's choice
your true love
is your's.

Fate picks your needs
you pick your wants.

So when
you can't chose
between two people
pick the one
that feels most like home
when you're in their arms

Bad Things Come In 3s

3.
    A small Earthquake started everything off. It was a simple rumble in the ground, as if the plates were having a small disagreement about something. No one thought much about it, and just sat under their heavy pieces of furniture, watching a few things fall here and there. It was just an annoying occurrence they were used to.
2.
    It was as the Earthquake grew, did the acid rain start to fall. Everyone could tell the plates’ argument was growing worse, yet, no one understand the rain. It was as if the weather wanted to be apart of everything. The few people who were outside screamed in agony as the acid burned their skin, and they quickly looked for shelter.
1.
    No one thought things could get any worse as they hid from the rain, under heavy furniture as protection from the rumbling Earthquake. So as smoke began to appear everywhere, out of nowhere, the Lord’s name...

Dialogue I Thought Of

"No more! I can't handle this, I'm not strong enough," She said, choking out the last part.
"No you're not. If you were you would've stopped already. No you're not strong enough-" He stopped, tilting her head up so thier gazes could meet, "You're stronger. That's why we have to finish this."

History of Roses

Preface:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Did you ever think to question,
Either of the two?
***************
The ancient story of flowers have long been forgotten, because no one dared to accept the truth. Generations after generations people would rewrite the story of flowers, because they couldn't stand the original story. This lasted until the original tale was forgotten, and not a single soul could remember why flowers were the way they were.
Especially the roses.
Now, before I tell this unspoken tale, you have to understand two things: All flowers were once white and there would be no violets without roses.
You see, there once lived a girl who was sweeter than sugar, and grew up with manners like no other. Her hair was fair and golden, her eyes sparkled with a green hue, her skin was sun kissed, with full red lips. Her name was Rose, that in this language that meant ‘innocent’.
Rose grew up with...

Tiny Love Story

An Enemies Love, in 100 Words

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 my life," He whispered, taking a small step closer.
That's when I realized, why we spent our lives tormenting eachother.

*My First Contest!!* WINNERS! ALL PROMPTS!!

Thanks to everyone who entered-I loved them all! I couldn't believe so many people entered and that you guys loved the prompts. I didn't think so many people would enter, especially my first contest!!! Thanks guys. Please don't feel dicouraged if you didn't win, and I hope you guys compete for my future contest.
(To revisit the prompts and/or see all the prizes for winners, click here)
Prompt#1
1st Place Winner
"She wept by her baby’s grave" ~Christy Wisdom
2nd Place Winner:“'Scarred face? Me too. It’s contagious.'” ~Silver Pen
3rd Place (It's a tie)"Wedding empty, so he married himself." ~Paperbird
& "Sorry mate, they came through yesterday." - Blotted Ink With a Broken Quill
Honorable Mention"Tears of withering despair turn golden." ~J.A
Prompt #2
First place: Christy WIsedom who used 'Sonder'
Second Place: AbigialSauble who used the word 'Sonder'
Third Place: Korra4life...

Colorblind Until Soulmates

    I was halfway through finishing the school’s new lay out when everything changed. My world went black and white. It was as if my blink transferred me back to life before senior year of high school, before I meet Matthew.
    It was during our final musical for the year, weeks before graduation. I played Sandy in Grease, and as I was performing the final scene, where everyone came together to sing ‘You’re the One That I want.’ Just as I did the final turn, I slipped on my shoelace, and fell off stage.
    Matthew was in the front row with his parents. He came to watch his younger sister Lucy, who played Frenchy. He saw the fall sooner than I did, and raced in front of the stage, catching me before I hit the ground. Our worlds changed that very moment.
    I saw every color that ever was in the auditorium. Since most kids only...

A Soul's Love

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Wynn stared into Layla’s dark blue eyes, trying to figure out how to break the news. Cayton almost always made her break up his relationships, or get rid of the girls he doesn’t even date.
    Wynn never said ‘no’, complained, or argued. Honestly, she just didn’t care. Typically the people Cayton dated did talk to her, or even like her. And the few that did would just avoid her. But all Wynn really needed was her brother.
    Sighing, Wynn finally figured out how she’d crush this girl’s heart, and was sure enough the excuse differed from the ones before.
“Our great uncle just died last week. He and Cayton were really close, so he’s taking it pretty hard. He just needs time,” I lie.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. Are you sure I can’t help? Doesn’t Cayton need someone to talk to?” Layla asked, trying to push past,
He...

Her Secrete Desire

Growing up with siblings made her kid friendly, loving, generous, and kind. However, it also made her not want kids. Her poor family could always provide enough, but never more. Everyone got their three meals, but that didn’t mean they got full meals. All the children got toys for Christmas, yet it never was full where they couldn’t be hidden under the tree.
She wasn’t ungrateful, quite the contrary. Her family, values, and lives all taught her well. She knew her ethics and principles. She knew when question and when to obey. She knew not to talk back, but stand up for others who need it. She knew how to take care of a baby, and make sure teenagers know they aren’t alone. The best thing she knew though, was how to take one’s problems, make them her own, call them priority, and help the person resolve them. She was simply the best!
As she went about life like this,...

2019

New Year

Lots of brilliant pieces of
fate,
A wee bit of my
free will,
And loads of wonderful
memories.

*My First Contest!!*

I'm not much of a follower when I comes to doing what everyone else is doing, but these contest seem really cool!!!
Prompt #1: Six word stories. For example; "Sorry soldier, shoes sold in pairs" or "Selling parachute: Never opened, slightly stained."
Prompt #2: A poem about one of these words people feel but cannot explain: Sonder, Opia, Ellipsism, Onism, or Liberosis
Prompt #3: Write a story around some one saying, "They've taken another one." (they have to say this in your story)
Word Count:
Prompt #1: Exactly 6 words
Prompt #2: No more than 15 lines, less than 3 lines
Prompt #3: No more than 750 words, no less than 150 words

Submission:
Like this post
Title your work #myfirstcontest
Put what prompt you did in the foot notes
Comment on this post once you're done

Due Date:
Jan. 7th @10:00 pm
Prize (is the same for each prompt):
1st: 4 Reviews, A follow,...

I felt

I felt,
Warmth spread through my body,
Like a fire had taken over.
A tingle of excitement,
As if my body physically knew.
Happiness in every bone,
I could dance from it.

I experienced,
True laughter,
And snorted like a pig.
Bright memories,
Painted in love.
Life,
In the fullest.

I saw,
Shooting stars,
To fill a lifetime.
Beauty,
In little details.
The world,
Through adventures.

I heard,
Singing,
Like no other,
Cheers,
For the underdogs.
Screams,
Ready to take on life.

I did all this,
Because of you.

My Book of Quotes


-The only thing harder than not telling you I love you, is watching you tell her.
-Which is worse, loosing someone because they chose to leave you, or loosing someone because they died?
-Sometimes it's the surprise that makes it worth the uncertainty
-To understand is different then to be understood.
-If we allow ourselves to be limited, then we’ll never see the full extent to ourselves
-You can't trust a world of peace, because complete peace does not exist. Meaning, that world is the most dangerous.

#candleflame

I held a little candle flame,
For my family was too poor,
To own more than that candle,
And it's little flame.

I held a little candle flame,
As I walked through the house,
Cause it was my only light,
During the night.

I held a little candle flame,
Close to me,
My rags to thin,
It as my only warmth.

I held a little candle flame,
And though another might hate,
I love my little candle flame,
For holding it is,
The highlight of my day.

I held my little candle flame,
Right to my lips,
Blew out the flame,
So I could rest for a bit.

My Fridge #objects

My life revolves,
Around one little thing,
Its world of wonder,
Makes me sing.

Opening the door,
Nothings a bore,
I find my own little heaven,
If only it could be my profession.

The worst part is when,
All the shelves become empty,
And I can no longer search,
Leaving my heart just as empty.

My favorite time,
Is the day it becomes full,
Where food is everywhere,
Making my heart soar.
Thanks to,
The highlight of my life: My fridge

To Fly

In order to fly,
You have to first,
   F
                A
                     L
                           L

A fire like love #fire

“How can something beautiful, cause so much pain?” Lydia asked, leaning against me.
Wrapping my arms around her, I rested my head against hers. My eyes never left the fire, but I could feel her's on me. Waiting. Expecting.
“Because beautiful things blind us, and don't let us see the destruction until afterward,” I say slowly, praying it was a good answer. The last thing I wanted was another pointless argument because my answer enough. I was new to this saying-what-i-think thing, and sometimes, I think Lydia forgets.
Instead, Lydia just free back a little, letting my arms drop from around her.
“Do I blind you?” She whispered, eyes moving back to the fire.
“If that's a question about if you're beautiful, than yes, Lydia, you're gorgeous,” I answer, my eye finally moving from the fire. “But, if it's a question about you destroying any thing for me, than no. You don't blind me. It takes certain kind of people...

#oneblue

If I let color define me, then I'd be blue.

The Vistas Beyond

From my Window

I saw the the purest baby walk upon it's first steps, then watched as he brought his child into the house, and I even got to see the day his daughter walked up the same steps, with her own children.
My eyes have witnessed the changing of seasons, watched Mother Nature's tree loose everything from the cold, and become a home in the warmest season, to the,most beautiful birds and feisty of squirrels.
However, even my eyes have noticed the way we destroy our world, as more trees are taken down and replaced with ugly houses I hate, that my dirt roads no longer exsist, but cemented with lies, and mainly the air growing darker from the smoke in their very chimnneys.

#JA17

Intelligence is simply knowing, bravery is knowing and going. One's just a trait, the other an act.

Sonder (Chapter 1 only)

Chapter 1
I sat on the wooden stool my Father made seasons ago, as I watched the man before me. Pretending to consider the blade, I lifted it up, and turned it over, trying to see how’d he react, out of the corner of my eye.
The man was five foot, eight, if not less. He was abnormally skinny, and didn't look like he should be holding a blade of any kind-especially one half his size with a full heavy handle and newly sharpened tip. He stood with a noticeable limp, with all his weight on his right foot. From how he acted while in the shop, I knew he was right handed, so giving him this sword would mean both body and sword weight would be on his right side, and there’d be no balance.
Carefully, I put the blade down on the table, and considered my options. Typically, I didn't talk if I could avoid it, since I...

Mixtape

For All Them Young Wildcards

‘Loser Like Me’ by Glee Cast
Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero
But, hey, everyone you wanna be
Probably started off like me
You may say that I'm a freak show (I don't care)
But, hey, give it just a little time
I bet you're gonna change your mind
All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way
It ain't so hard to take, that's right
'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name
And I'll just look away, that's right
‘Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
Workin' hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
‘I Lived’ by Onerepublic
Hope that you spend your days
But they all add up
And when that sun goes down
Hope you...

The Occasion

I lightly traced over the single mark that rested on my arm, my red nails looking even brighter against my pale skin. The soft brush of my finger left a warm feeling behind, causing my skin to tingle with excitement. I couldn’t help but smile.
My arm laid across one of our emerald green couch pillows, that attempted to decorate the lifeless room. The pillow rest in my lap, as I sat Indian style in short pajama bottoms, and a baggy red shirt, that wasn’t even mine. Not like Emerson would notice. My copper hair falling to pieces in the makeshift bun it was in, as it silently mocked me about how bad of a job I put it up. In the end, I didn’t care.
It’s been two hours since I last saw Emerson or Arya, Mother or Father. I remember Emerson telling me to stay put, like I was a child. He was only three minutes older than...

My December Writing Competition 2018

December Magic

Does one ever notice the ways we differ from each other when the holidays come around? How no one celebrates the exact same way? Personally,I've seen every type of person, celebrate each holiday. Even though every celebration is different, there is one main similarity: Everyone is their ‘merriest’ in December. I say this because, out of all the months, December holds the record of the liveliest laughs and warmest of hearts.
Making it a month full of magic.
You asked me what December means, but all I can say is this: Magic. It’s in the warm scented air we breath, and warmth underneath the blanket between you and me. In the nights I’ve snuggled up with a cup of hot coco and the nights when snowball fights are to the extreme. In the end, this month means everything, because everything has a touch of magic in December.
My beach loving Mother loves the snow, unfortunately we rarely gets any. But...

Beautifully Inked

Prologue
As I sat on my bed, I started going through all my research, hoping I wasn't missing something. Ever since my Manager Janet gave me the assignment about abused animals at Nightly Zoo, I haven't gotten a full night's sleep.
Sighing, I grabbed my laptop, hoping i’d finally find some real evidence backing up our accusation. Once I opened it up, I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said, knowing it had to be Peyton. It's been just her and I ever since Rich had to go to the boat two weeks ago.
As she pushed the door open, I noticed she’d been crying. Her cheeks were pink, and her blue eyes watered. She made her way over to my bed and she laid down, careful not to mess up my papers.
“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” I asked, shuffling the papers together. I guess I'll have to finish another night.
“Mom, why am I different? It's not...

Beautifully Inked

Prolounfe
As I sat on my bed, I started going through all my research, hoping I wasn't missing something. Ever since my Manager Janet gave me the assignment about abused animals at Nightly Zoo, I haven't gotten a full night's sleep.
Sighing, I grabbed my laptop, hoping i’d finally find some real evidence backing up our accusation. Once I opened it up, I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said, knowing it had to be Peyton. It's been just her and I ever since Rich had to go to the boat two weeks ago.
As she pushed the door open, I noticed she’d been crying. Her cheeks were pink, and her blue eyes watered. She made her way over to my bed and she laid down, careful not to mess up my papers.
“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” I asked, shuffling the papers together. I guess I'll have to finish another night.
“Mom, why am I different? It's not...

My December Writing Competition 2018

December Magic

Does one ever notice the ways we differ from each other when the holidays come around? I've seen every type of person, celebrate each holiday, except no one person celebrates the same. And, to be frank, out of all the months, December holds the record of the liveliest laughs and warmest of hearts. Making it a month full of magic.
You asked me what December means, but all I can say is: Magic. It’s in the warm scented air we breath, and underneath the blanket between you and me. In the nights I’ve snuggled up with a cup of hot coco and the nights when snowballs are all I see. In the end, this month means everything, because everything has magic, as you can see.
My Southern Mother loves the snow, unfortunately we rarely gets any. But when we do, she can't contain her delight. Hurriedly, Mother would bundle us up and push us out the door as if the...

My December Writing Competition 2018

December Magic

    Does one ever notice the ways we differ from each other when the holidays we hold so dear come around? I've seen every person, celebrate a holiday in their own way, from Kwanzaa to Independence day, no one person celebrates it the same. Yet, to be honest, out of all the months, December holds the record of the liveliest laughs and warmest of hearts.
    You asked me what December means to me, but all I can say is: What does it not? I've found love in this month and lost things I've held on to for years. From snow to stories, this month has never meant only one thing to me.
    My Southern Mother, loves the snow, even though she rarely gets any. But when we do, she can't contain her excitement. Mother would bundle us up, push us out the door, and we'd start playing like we were all toddlers, without a care in the world. The most beautiful...

Turned to Stone

Painted Mask

    The neon orange paint felt cold against my fingertips, as I slowly dipped them in the can. I made a small whirlpool for a couple seconds, before taking my fingers out, to place them against my cheek. I tried not to take note of everyone watching me, as I stared into the small broken shard of a mirror.
    I could hear people around me whispering, and it took all my strength not to stop and run away. I needed to do this. I had to do this. Taking a deep breath, my fingers gilded against my face, the paint becoming slightly hard as it dried.
Trying to distract myself, I studied the broken piece of glass, giving me a piece of my reflection. Except, I didn’t recognize the person I was becoming. Stopping mid-stroke, I stared at the person before me.
My light green eyes were no longer the light green of a summer forest, but...

Your World in Three Senses

It Seems my World is Filled With

Saltiness in,
smooth,
cold tears,
running down my face.

Heartbreak in,
pain,
empty,
tasteless,
life I live.

Dead in,
empty eyes,
fragile lives,
rough lies I've heard.

Extraordinary in the Ordinary

Ordinary Photo, Extraordinary Memory

A memory to last,
Captured in a photo,
Soon to grow old,
As ink will fade,
Edges grow rough,
Paper become yellow,
Yet the image remains,
In the keeper,
Of the photo.

State of Awe

Red Leather Bound Book

    My pudgy fingers slowly flipped on the red leather bound book open, ready to finally see what Mom had mentioned earlier. I could feel her leaning in closer to me, as we sat on my small twin sized bed, made for no more than one person.
    I heard her sigh, when the first page was visible. Before looking at it, I glanced up at Mom, wondering why she was upset. Except, her sigh wasn’t anger or annoyed like when I did something wrong, it was something different. I was too young at the time to know what exactly it was, but I could tell her smile was real, and her sparkly blue eyes true.
    Shrugging, I looked back down at the red leather bound book. The first two pages, were covered in photographs of a little girl. She had short brown hair, and bright blue eyes, with a beautiful smile. But the thing that got my attention,...

Tears (A Poem)

They all say,
“Tears show the pain we cannot explain.”
Does that mean when we laugh so hard
Tears roll down our face means-
There is,
Pain,
In laughing?

Or that one person that goes and breaks us,
And makes tears roll down our face means-
There is,
Pain,
In heartbreak?

If we see that moment that is truly beautiful,
Making tears roll down our face means-
There is,
Pain,
In beauty?

So I guess it could be true,
How there is pain in every tear we
Shed.

Only we feel for each one something different,
Every time someone cries,
We feel different,
How there,
different types of,
Pain.

This makes us see how,
In every tear,
There is a story to tell,
And all are
Real.

Now,
If you see that person filled,
With only tears,
Ask about each one,
Know the pain,
They feel.

In the House

Greek Like Love

Carefully, I tried to balance all the plates on my arms, growing more nervous as they clinked together. As I walked toward the table, I could feel my face scrunch up in frustration.
“Easy there kid,” Father’s voice boomed, causing the room to shake. Quickly, I glared at him, knowing he did that intentionally. He was sitting at the head of the table, watching everyone around him. Out of everyone, Father had the most authority in the house, and no one questioned it. He always lead our activities, held the family meetings, and talked us through the problems that came along. But, if you went against him, or went against the few orders you made, then you were doomed.
    It was if the weather knew we were in trouble too, for the skies turned dark and stormy, raining constantly. However, the worst part was the lighting, Sometimes it got so close, it seemed like it would strike us, right...

Turned to Stone

Painted Mask

    The neon orange paint felt cold against my fingertips, as I slowly dipped them in the can. I made a small whirlpool for a couple seconds, before taking my fingers out, to place them against my cheek. I tried not to take note of everyone watching me, as I stared into the small broken shard of a mirror.
    I could hear people around me whispering, and it took all my strength not to stop and run away. I needed to do this. I had to do this. Taking a deep breath, my fingers gilded against my face, the paint becoming slightly hard as it dried.
Trying to distract myself, I studied the broken piece of glass, giving me a piece of my reflection. Except, I didn’t recognize the person I was becoming. Stopping mid stroke, I stared at the person before me.
My light green eyes were no longer the light green of a summer forest, but black,...

Turned to Stone

Painted Mask

    The neon orange paint felt cold against my fingertips, as I slowly dipped them in the can. I made a small whirlpool for a couple seconds, before taking my fingers out, and placing them against my cheek. I tried not to take note of everyone watching me, as I stared into the small shard of a mirror.
    I could hear people around me whispering, and it took all my strength not to stop and run away. I needed to do this. I had to do this. Taking a deep breath, my fingers gilded against my face, the paint becoming slightly hard as it dried.
Trying to distract myself, I studied the broken piece of glass, giving me a piece of my reflection. Except, I didn’t recognize the person I was becoming. Stopping mid stroke, I stared at the person before me.
My light green eyes were no longer the light green of a summer forest, but black, filled...

Why I Write

I Write for the Unspoken

    Asking a writer why they write is like asking a philosopher about the meaning of life. You can't get one answer that is the same from every person, it's one of those questions that will haunt you for the rest of your life. One of those questions that you can spend your whole life searching for the answer, and end up finding yourself, by never really answering the question you had originally. No, you can't ask someone why they write because then they'll give you what comes to mind. Thus leaving all the other reasons for writing no credit, no chance to show themselves, no proof they are there. That's why I'm writing this: To give credit and life to all the unmentioned reasons. I write for the unspoken reasons.
    My pen could fly across a piece of paper almost as fast a my fingers could gild across a keyboard. It's not how I put the ideas or...