Helen, I feel sooo bad
For talking about things i don't understand
I wish i could turn back time and undoe
any pain i may have caused you
You probobly hate me
and that makes sense (unlike this next line)
But please forgive me and we...can...climb a fence?
I have no excuse for being soooo mean
And i have no right to intervene
I wrote you this song to apologise
I really am trying to be nice :D
I know this song sounds like a load of crap
And i'm trying not to sound like a fag (too late)
I'm running out of things to rhyme
So I'll dissapear
Before I end up sounding even MORE queer
I am reeeeeaaaally sorry! i fell terrible my love. It's even worse because i don't know you. so much for first impressions *sigh* I blame Karma. I called my little sister a retard today D: well, I hope this song shows you how deeply sorry i am. I'm sorry to you too Andrea. I got you in quite the fix there. I've been watching too much Harry Potter; I'm writing this in a brittish accent. I know that makes no sense... I need to sleep... I'M SOOOO SOOOORRRYY!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
just for you Andrea!
It's harder for a girl when she whispers your name
when you walk right past her out into the rain
but it's stormin outside and the rain wont fall
cus the tears are almost glad under it all
well it may sound sound crazy cause i miss you so
but I'm almost glad to see you go
though i may seem oh so sad, well it makes me almost glad
to see your back turn, walk out my door,
hear your footsteps crossin the floor.
Well I'm tryin not to say this but it makes me laugh
when i see you with your friends and they're havin a blast
and the rain that wouldn't fall is stormin in your eyes,
you see me laughin here, you look so surprised, I'm singing,
La la la, la la la la laa,
La la la, la la la la laa,
la la la, la la la la laa,
la la la, la la laa
But if I can still laugh with the sun in my hair
while I watch you stand there with a confused stare
then maybe i'm not just almost glad...maybe i'm just plain old glad
I'm singin La La's, repeated twice
Love yaaa! Enjoi buddy!!!
when you walk right past her out into the rain
but it's stormin outside and the rain wont fall
cus the tears are almost glad under it all
well it may sound sound crazy cause i miss you so
but I'm almost glad to see you go
though i may seem oh so sad, well it makes me almost glad
to see your back turn, walk out my door,
hear your footsteps crossin the floor.
Well I'm tryin not to say this but it makes me laugh
when i see you with your friends and they're havin a blast
and the rain that wouldn't fall is stormin in your eyes,
you see me laughin here, you look so surprised, I'm singing,
La la la, la la la la laa,
La la la, la la la la laa,
la la la, la la la la laa,
la la la, la la laa
But if I can still laugh with the sun in my hair
while I watch you stand there with a confused stare
then maybe i'm not just almost glad...maybe i'm just plain old glad
I'm singin La La's, repeated twice
Love yaaa! Enjoi buddy!!!
Chapter 1 of Renity Alavasta
1. Epiphany
Renity sighed deeply as she sank into the shadows, deep under the protection of the massive willow tree. The ground was soft with fallen leaves, the air warm and breezy. She could almost taste the honeysuckle vine that crawled up and around the remains of the stone wall beside her.
The wall was there to keep the deer out of the garden Renity had planted with her father, Markus. By now however, the garden was so overflowed with delicate flowers and huge, blossoming trees that the attempt was pointless; the trees had long ago crushed the wall to ruins.
Renity sat there for a while, listening to the wispy music the wind made as it danced through the trees.
After a moment, Renity pulled out a book from her bookbag; a paperback copy of, “A Wrinkle in Time”.
As she opened it, the wind rustled the printed pages. The smell of ink on paper wafted towards her, bringing back old memories.
Her father always said that books preserved memories between their pages just as they might a pressed flower, and that when you opened one for the first time in a while, it was as if you had stepped back into the time and place in which you last read them. You could remember everything you saw, felt, heard, tasted, and smelled. “Books are the closest thing we have to a time machine” Renity always heard her father say, eyes closed, book in hand, remembering something special even as he spoke.
Renity placed her fingers on the book, so as to stop the wind from rustling its worn pages. The book had belonged to Markus when he was her age, and the pages had long since yellowed with age. The corners were neat and crisp, however, due to Markus’s strong dislike of dog-earing pages. “Dogs don’t read books,” he always told her, and she remembered giggling as their dog, Deogie, hopped onto his lap and stuck his nose into the book they were reading, as if to prove him wrong.
Renity was about to flip back to the front of the book to begin reading when she noticed a footnote scrawled onto the side of the page in red ink.
& The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose& It was written in beautiful slanted writing that looked familiar, but that Renity did not recognize. She smiled, realizing it must have been her father’s favorite saying at the time, before he swapped this elegant script for his more modern, hasty lettering.
Markus’s love for nature showed in everything he did. His poetry was strung up around the house, on kitchen cabinets, on mirrors, even inside the fridge. It was often written about nature, and this line sounded quite like something he would type up and then tack to the milk carton,
Closing the book, Renity rose from her hideaway grudgingly and picked up her book bag. Her breath sparkled like cobwebs in the chill autumn air, and the silence was soft and broken only by nature’s soothing songs.
Renity nearly collided with Liam as she turned a sharp corner in the maze-like bushes that lead to her back door. “
“Oh, Liam, hi!” she said, startled.
“You know, you really shouldn’t read while you walk. You might run into something,” Liam said with a smile, picking up the book she had dropped.
Renity sighed deeply as she sank into the shadows, deep under the protection of the massive willow tree. The ground was soft with fallen leaves, the air warm and breezy. She could almost taste the honeysuckle vine that crawled up and around the remains of the stone wall beside her.
The wall was there to keep the deer out of the garden Renity had planted with her father, Markus. By now however, the garden was so overflowed with delicate flowers and huge, blossoming trees that the attempt was pointless; the trees had long ago crushed the wall to ruins.
Renity sat there for a while, listening to the wispy music the wind made as it danced through the trees.
After a moment, Renity pulled out a book from her bookbag; a paperback copy of, “A Wrinkle in Time”.
As she opened it, the wind rustled the printed pages. The smell of ink on paper wafted towards her, bringing back old memories.
Her father always said that books preserved memories between their pages just as they might a pressed flower, and that when you opened one for the first time in a while, it was as if you had stepped back into the time and place in which you last read them. You could remember everything you saw, felt, heard, tasted, and smelled. “Books are the closest thing we have to a time machine” Renity always heard her father say, eyes closed, book in hand, remembering something special even as he spoke.
Renity placed her fingers on the book, so as to stop the wind from rustling its worn pages. The book had belonged to Markus when he was her age, and the pages had long since yellowed with age. The corners were neat and crisp, however, due to Markus’s strong dislike of dog-earing pages. “Dogs don’t read books,” he always told her, and she remembered giggling as their dog, Deogie, hopped onto his lap and stuck his nose into the book they were reading, as if to prove him wrong.
Renity was about to flip back to the front of the book to begin reading when she noticed a footnote scrawled onto the side of the page in red ink.
& The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose& It was written in beautiful slanted writing that looked familiar, but that Renity did not recognize. She smiled, realizing it must have been her father’s favorite saying at the time, before he swapped this elegant script for his more modern, hasty lettering.
Markus’s love for nature showed in everything he did. His poetry was strung up around the house, on kitchen cabinets, on mirrors, even inside the fridge. It was often written about nature, and this line sounded quite like something he would type up and then tack to the milk carton,
Closing the book, Renity rose from her hideaway grudgingly and picked up her book bag. Her breath sparkled like cobwebs in the chill autumn air, and the silence was soft and broken only by nature’s soothing songs.
Renity nearly collided with Liam as she turned a sharp corner in the maze-like bushes that lead to her back door. “
“Oh, Liam, hi!” she said, startled.
“You know, you really shouldn’t read while you walk. You might run into something,” Liam said with a smile, picking up the book she had dropped.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
BAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
andrea, hun, you'll never guess how many friggin songs ive written you. and i have a couple surprises for you. if you still love me. if not, well, then i still have a couple surprises for you, so you're gonna have to get over it for a while. Still lovin the hec out of you, but im runnin out of things to love. There's not much hec to be found in a hibernating butt.
:D see, you DO miss me!
:D see, you DO miss me!
honeybunns. Aaron tried to steel my word, but i showed him!!!
i realize i don't do enough for you. and it hurts me that i cant repay you for everything you've done for me. but things are changing now. you know that. Who knew becoming that beautiful butterfly would be soo friggin hard?
We wont ever drift unless you want us to. But even then, Im not sure im strong enough to let you go. Im too selfish. it makes me weak.
I love you soo friggin much, it causes me physical pain to be away from you for any amount of time. I get knots in my back, and its difficult to breath.
You know i do nothing but think about you, right? and when i didnt answer your calls or txts, it was because savannah stole my cell, and didnt tell me till just now. I thought you were mad at me. or you"d moved on. but you should know: I'll never move on.
you're like a friggin Conner Nightmare come to life, only 20 times prettier and more amazing. And i can write cheezy songs about you that would never actually sell, but make me cheer up a bit when im crying. yes, when im crying. i cry all the time now. its like this whole time, all the tears i would have cried were bottled up inside, and theyre just now finding their way out. except it comes out in random floods, melting my makeup and kicking my hormones into high gear. hormones suck balls man. man girl. girly man. uhh, girly guy-man-. guyman. whatever. Ima shut up now. i love the hec out of you.
We wont ever drift unless you want us to. But even then, Im not sure im strong enough to let you go. Im too selfish. it makes me weak.
I love you soo friggin much, it causes me physical pain to be away from you for any amount of time. I get knots in my back, and its difficult to breath.
You know i do nothing but think about you, right? and when i didnt answer your calls or txts, it was because savannah stole my cell, and didnt tell me till just now. I thought you were mad at me. or you"d moved on. but you should know: I'll never move on.
you're like a friggin Conner Nightmare come to life, only 20 times prettier and more amazing. And i can write cheezy songs about you that would never actually sell, but make me cheer up a bit when im crying. yes, when im crying. i cry all the time now. its like this whole time, all the tears i would have cried were bottled up inside, and theyre just now finding their way out. except it comes out in random floods, melting my makeup and kicking my hormones into high gear. hormones suck balls man. man girl. girly man. uhh, girly guy-man-. guyman. whatever. Ima shut up now. i love the hec out of you.
Andrea, my love
wow. I cant describe the pain inside. wow. is that really all i have to say for myself? wow? I think of you every waking moment, cant ever get you off my mind. I cry for you, though i dont cry. I pray for you, though God fades from my heart. I bleed for you, in both senses, and you think i dont care. you think i dont miss you when youre not there. Hell, i miss you when you are there! I cant get enough of you, i cant miss enough of you, i cant cry enough for you, i cant pray enough for you, i cant bleed enough for you. I cant even sing enough for you. Yes, sing. its what i do when my heart is crying out too loud to be concealed in my aching chest. And i want you to know, that when i get up in front of all those people and and pour my screaming heart out for of of them to see, that im doing it for you. all for you. because that's all i can do.
Im so deeply sorry that its not enough.
Im so deeply sorry that its not enough.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
can't stop thinking about you.
the times we used to have.
i hate thinking about you.
i wish you would come back, i wish it soo bad.
you're tearing at my heart.
you're tearing me apart.
i wish i could at least undo
all the pain you caused
i'd deal with all those character flaws
it's one of nature's eternal laws
no time now to take a pause
from what we used to have.
Now you won't even look at me.
is it because you hate me?
i wish i could at least see
the reason that you're mad.
I hate the way you hate me
i hate the emptiness i see
the everlasting silence that
destroys my dignit
the times we used to have.
i hate thinking about you.
i wish you would come back, i wish it soo bad.
you're tearing at my heart.
you're tearing me apart.
i wish i could at least undo
all the pain you caused
i'd deal with all those character flaws
it's one of nature's eternal laws
no time now to take a pause
from what we used to have.
Now you won't even look at me.
is it because you hate me?
i wish i could at least see
the reason that you're mad.
I hate the way you hate me
i hate the emptiness i see
the everlasting silence that
destroys my dignit
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I'M NOT FREAKING EMOO!!!! continued...(this is based off of the worst nightmare ever btw.cuz if Andrea had killed herself 4 real, i'd be dead)
One more cut, and that's it.
One more cut, then I'll quit.
They all said it wouldn't hurt.
Then they said it could be worse.
They all said the pain would stop,
but even so, i couldn't drop
the knife that i held in my hand,
inflicting pain on my command.
Never thought it'd come to this.
These shattered dreams,
this hopelessness.
Never thought i'd have to try
not to hurt myself but i
am stuck on this,
just like a drug.
stuck on this,
like a lethal bug.
I've tried to stop, but i cannot.
The more i tried, the worse it got.
i try so hard to just say no,
but the pain won't let me go.
As i put the knife back to my arm,
i decide one more won't do any harm.
but before i can make things any worse,
my cell phone rings from inside my purse.
I know the moment I pick up,
something's wrong. I ask, "What's up?"
My friend replies, pain in her voice,
"Andrea's dead. She made her choice."
I can't breath.
I can't see.
I know it is because of me.
I hear the phone drop to the floor.
"never again! Not one more!"
My best friend's dead. she killed herself.
I lay the knife upon the shelf.
I lock the cabinet.
I hear the click.
I give the wood a feeble kick.
I lock the cabinet,
throw away the key.
No more knife.
Now I'm free.
One more cut, then I'll quit.
They all said it wouldn't hurt.
Then they said it could be worse.
They all said the pain would stop,
but even so, i couldn't drop
the knife that i held in my hand,
inflicting pain on my command.
Never thought it'd come to this.
These shattered dreams,
this hopelessness.
Never thought i'd have to try
not to hurt myself but i
am stuck on this,
just like a drug.
stuck on this,
like a lethal bug.
I've tried to stop, but i cannot.
The more i tried, the worse it got.
i try so hard to just say no,
but the pain won't let me go.
As i put the knife back to my arm,
i decide one more won't do any harm.
but before i can make things any worse,
my cell phone rings from inside my purse.
I know the moment I pick up,
something's wrong. I ask, "What's up?"
My friend replies, pain in her voice,
"Andrea's dead. She made her choice."
I can't breath.
I can't see.
I know it is because of me.
I hear the phone drop to the floor.
"never again! Not one more!"
My best friend's dead. she killed herself.
I lay the knife upon the shelf.
I lock the cabinet.
I hear the click.
I give the wood a feeble kick.
I lock the cabinet,
throw away the key.
No more knife.
Now I'm free.
I'M NOT FREAKING EMOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (though this poem may suggest otherwise :D)
one cut, two cuts, three, then four.
One more cut, then no more.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight.
watch the blood reveal my fate.
One more cut and then no more.
I hear the knife drop to the floor.
Watch the blood reveal my fate,
watch it drip away my hate.
I hear the knife drop to the floor,
shattering my dreams and more.
Watch it drip away my hate,
and pray to God it's not too late.
Shattering my dreams and more,
one cut, two cuts, three, then four.
Knowing now that it's too late,
five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight...
One more cut, then no more.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight.
watch the blood reveal my fate.
One more cut and then no more.
I hear the knife drop to the floor.
Watch the blood reveal my fate,
watch it drip away my hate.
I hear the knife drop to the floor,
shattering my dreams and more.
Watch it drip away my hate,
and pray to God it's not too late.
Shattering my dreams and more,
one cut, two cuts, three, then four.
Knowing now that it's too late,
five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Devil Town Vampires
all my friends were vampires
didn't know they were vampires
turns out I was a vampire myself
in Devil Town
didn't know they were vampires
turns out I was a vampire myself
in Devil Town
you found me
is this a dream?
if it is please don't wake me from this
high, I've become comfortably numb
until you opened up my eyes
to what it's like
when everything's right
I can't believe that
you found me
when no one else was looking
how did you know just where i would be ?
you broke through all of my confusion
the ups and the downs and you still didn't leave
i guess that you saw what nobody could see
you found me
so here we are
and that's pretty far
when you think of where we've been
no going back
I'm fading out
to all that's faded me within
you opened my eyes
now everything's right
I can't believe that
you found me
if it is please don't wake me from this
high, I've become comfortably numb
until you opened up my eyes
to what it's like
when everything's right
I can't believe that
you found me
when no one else was looking
how did you know just where i would be ?
you broke through all of my confusion
the ups and the downs and you still didn't leave
i guess that you saw what nobody could see
you found me
so here we are
and that's pretty far
when you think of where we've been
no going back
I'm fading out
to all that's faded me within
you opened my eyes
now everything's right
I can't believe that
you found me
Possible
Is it possible
to hate the love
that loves the hate?
to hate the love
that brings our fate?
is it possible
to want the hate
to get the love?
to want the hate
is it fom above?
Is it possible
to see the rain
as a beauty mark?
to see the rain
even in the dark?
Is it possible
to hate her love
that's only care?
to hate the love
that's not so fair?
Is it possible
to sing all day
until it's night?
to sing all day
knowing the fright?
It's possible
to love the love
that hates at times
to love the love
that never rymes
It's possible
to see the great
when she's too right
to see the great
when I'm not right
It's possible
to see the pain
when she's too right
to see the pain
when I'm not right
to hate the love
that loves the hate?
to hate the love
that brings our fate?
is it possible
to want the hate
to get the love?
to want the hate
is it fom above?
Is it possible
to see the rain
as a beauty mark?
to see the rain
even in the dark?
Is it possible
to hate her love
that's only care?
to hate the love
that's not so fair?
Is it possible
to sing all day
until it's night?
to sing all day
knowing the fright?
It's possible
to love the love
that hates at times
to love the love
that never rymes
It's possible
to see the great
when she's too right
to see the great
when I'm not right
It's possible
to see the pain
when she's too right
to see the pain
when I'm not right
ANDREA'S AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the sun continues to rise
every morning but all through the night
my tears continue to fall
and my heart continues to call
for the one, the only one, that I love
she is my joy,
my light when the world has none
the one, the only one,
that I trust
and I know that it is my fault,
my stupidity that keeps me apart
from the one, the only one
that I cry for
the pain continues to come
and my heart continues to drum
for the one, the only one
that I'd die for
it hurts me so,
though she does not know it
she hates herself
and the pain I feel shows it
for I feel her pain,
every single tear shed
is a stab at my heart
it makes me wish I were dead
but I am dead,
for when she is away
I am lifeless inside
but I still feel the pain
I know that she hates herself,
and I hate myself too
for every single little thing I can't do
to make her smile when she's sad
or pissed when she's happy
to help her get over her obsession with Savy
Oh I hate that I love her
and that she loves me too
for the pain that it brings...
er, makes me wanna bite my shoe?
ya, uh sure, that's what I meant to say
but I'm running out of words
and I can't run all day
so I'm gonna stop this writing before I get beat
cause when it comes to bruises I can't take the feet...er, heat
ya, that word. :D
I love you andrea and I miss you every moment you're not with me
every morning but all through the night
my tears continue to fall
and my heart continues to call
for the one, the only one, that I love
she is my joy,
my light when the world has none
the one, the only one,
that I trust
and I know that it is my fault,
my stupidity that keeps me apart
from the one, the only one
that I cry for
the pain continues to come
and my heart continues to drum
for the one, the only one
that I'd die for
it hurts me so,
though she does not know it
she hates herself
and the pain I feel shows it
for I feel her pain,
every single tear shed
is a stab at my heart
it makes me wish I were dead
but I am dead,
for when she is away
I am lifeless inside
but I still feel the pain
I know that she hates herself,
and I hate myself too
for every single little thing I can't do
to make her smile when she's sad
or pissed when she's happy
to help her get over her obsession with Savy
Oh I hate that I love her
and that she loves me too
for the pain that it brings...
er, makes me wanna bite my shoe?
ya, uh sure, that's what I meant to say
but I'm running out of words
and I can't run all day
so I'm gonna stop this writing before I get beat
cause when it comes to bruises I can't take the feet...er, heat
ya, that word. :D
I love you andrea and I miss you every moment you're not with me
Friday, February 13, 2009
STIRLING'S AMAZINGNESS! (called Back btw)
Back (name of the song)
by Andrea
dedicated to my freakishly awesome, amazingly cool, gorgeous best friend in the whole wide world universe thingy...drum roll please....Stirling!
when my hearts so right
too happy to stop
she'll be
back
again
back
for a while
doo doodoodoodoo
doodoodoo
when the tears can't fall
too happy to leave
she'll be
back
again
back for a while
she's my home
my shelter
my only peace
my night light
security blanket
she'll be back
she'll come back
she's not gone forever
but it's hard to tell
oh the sun
will rise
the ocean
will continue to dance
will she be back?
oh she'll come back
yet the tears
keep fallin
and the harps
stopped strummin
fall fall fall
she'll be back
she'll be back
will she come back?
oh she'll come back
yet the tears
keep fallin
and the harps
stopped strummin
she'll be back
back
I'll play it on guitar asap. :)
by Andrea
dedicated to my freakishly awesome, amazingly cool, gorgeous best friend in the whole wide world universe thingy...drum roll please....Stirling!
when my hearts so right
too happy to stop
she'll be
back
again
back
for a while
doo doodoodoodoo
doodoodoo
when the tears can't fall
too happy to leave
she'll be
back
again
back for a while
she's my home
my shelter
my only peace
my night light
security blanket
she'll be back
she'll come back
she's not gone forever
but it's hard to tell
oh the sun
will rise
the ocean
will continue to dance
will she be back?
oh she'll come back
yet the tears
keep fallin
and the harps
stopped strummin
fall fall fall
she'll be back
she'll be back
will she come back?
oh she'll come back
yet the tears
keep fallin
and the harps
stopped strummin
she'll be back
back
I'll play it on guitar asap. :)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Beauty
It took me too long to realize that I didn't take good pictures because I have the kind of beauty that moves.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Who Am I?
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
We ask ourselves; who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give permission to others to do the same.
We ask ourselves; who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give permission to others to do the same.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
smile
Why do
People
Smile when no ones smiling?
It's cause'
They're thinkin
Of the one they're loving.
Keep on
Believing
There's a silver lining
One day
There'll be
someone for you to love.
People
Smile when no ones smiling?
It's cause'
They're thinkin
Of the one they're loving.
Keep on
Believing
There's a silver lining
One day
There'll be
someone for you to love.
The Real Me
I keep watching
He keeps passing
every day
Everlasting
Never ending
Always casting
Another glance
he never sees
He keeps on looking
right through me.
I always try
to hide the smile
That's always there
when he walks by
It never fails
to flit across
A shadow of
A love that's lost
The pain inside
He doesn't see
He doesn't know
The real me
Can it be
He doesn't see
the real me
Caus' Im not there?
I'm just pretend
He doesn't care
For childlike games
or insecure
little girls
who cannot breath
just because
he smiled at me
I cannot breath.
He smiled at me.
I must be real.
I cannot feel
anything
except my heart
racing,
Beating,
Pounding,
Ripping,
through my chest
About to break
Apart.
He keeps passing
every day
Everlasting
Never ending
Always casting
Another glance
he never sees
He keeps on looking
right through me.
I always try
to hide the smile
That's always there
when he walks by
It never fails
to flit across
A shadow of
A love that's lost
The pain inside
He doesn't see
He doesn't know
The real me
Can it be
He doesn't see
the real me
Caus' Im not there?
I'm just pretend
He doesn't care
For childlike games
or insecure
little girls
who cannot breath
just because
he smiled at me
I cannot breath.
He smiled at me.
I must be real.
I cannot feel
anything
except my heart
racing,
Beating,
Pounding,
Ripping,
through my chest
About to break
Apart.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Ebony Alavasta
Marcus,
They are coming, and the egg must be thrown. Meet me on the border of River Town, and hurry!
,Cebairy
P.S. - don’t forget the sack!
Marcus put the paper down, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. He glanced toward the red sack lying on the table that was glowing vibrantly for more reasons than the blazing fire reflecting off of it. Muffled cries were coming from inside. He took a deep breath as he looked towards the old ceiling and whispered a quick prayer. He grabbed the sack and ran out the open door, the eerie air flushing his warm cheeks.
He ran into circles of fierce wind and harsh rain, dizzying him. Frightened he made a wrong turn, Markus turned and bumped into a crooked wooden sign that read:
Rivertown: the happiest place on earth!
The sign clattered to the ground, and Markus chuckled at the irony of the words on it as he glanced at the meager town around him.
There were many things that River Town was, but happy wasn’t one of them. For one thing, it was murky and gnat infested, and the smell of sulfur filled the air so strong you could taste it. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the place was permanently flooded, causing mold and mildew to eat away at the remaining structures scattered about the unfortunate area. Markus’ stomach crawled at the sight of the putrid, ankle deep sewage water.
Now that he was here, Markus looked around anxiously for a sign of his friend.
“Psst!”
Markus twirled around. “I’m sorry to frighten you!” came Cebairy’s giggling voice from somewhere in the darkness. “Where are you?” he inquired, directing his attention to the place where he’d heard her, and furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when he didn’t see anything but a few hundred gnats fluttering in the light of the full moon.
“Up here!” she called back, forgetting to whisper in her childlike excitement. Markus supposed she was still a child, what with her turning seventeen only a week ago. He on the other hand, had been nineteen for nearly three months.
Markus looked up, and sure enough, there she was; a striking woman with fiery red hair, one silvery-gray lock visible in moonlight, was sitting on a window ledge, impossibly high up off the ground. She had ghostly white skin, and a radiant smile that shone as bright as the moon high above. Markus looked utterly bewildered.
“Come on up!” Cebairy said, happily swinging her feet. She’d obviously done away with the whole whispering thing.
“Umm, is it, uh, safe?” Markus asked tentatively.
“Probably not…” she replied as if testing him. He stood there for a moment, pondering, a hesitant look on his bemused face.
“How do I get up?’’ he huffed, defeated, looking annoyed as he let out a puff of air he’d apparently been holding for a while.
“Uh, good question.” she replied, glancing around as if she’d only just realized that she was there herself.
“Well, how did you get up?” he asked pointedly.
“Ah, another good question.” She teased, tormenting him with her apparent ignorance.
“Well then, I suppose the only solution is for me to come down.” She said, looking disappointed as she jumped the 30 or so feet and landed gracefully in front of Markus, causing not even a ripple in the now knee deep water. Markus’ jaw dropped.
“Did you bring it?” asked Cebairy, suddenly solemn.
“Uh, yeah. H-how did you—“
“No time for questions, I’ll explain later. Where is it?”
“It’s uh, right here.” He said, confused yet again by Cebairy’s sudden change of personality.
He indicated the glowing, screeching bag with a nod of his head, wondering how she’d missed it. It wasn’t exactly discreet. The bag looked as if it was trying to run away; Markus was struggling to hold it in his arms. It started to tear at the seams, letting through blinding flashes of silvery light.
“It’s been doing this a lot lately. Mind telling me why?” he asked with pretend calm, practically yelling to make himself heard over the screeching of the bag, which was rapidly increasing in volume. “And why aren’t I aloud to look inside?” he added curiously.
“You shall soon find out what was inside, and by then I’m sure you’ll have realized that you’re quite grateful you weren’t aware of it. I do believe you’d have found it quite difficult to concentrate on anything, particularly sleeping.”
Suddenly, the quaking sack tore completely in half, revealing a colossal silver egg, woven through with intricate designs. A silver glow radiated off of it, pulsating as if it were keeping time with something… like a heartbeat…
As the sudden epiphany struck him, he called out over the screeching, which seemed to have reached it’s pinnacle now that it was released from the confines of the sack, “Cebairy, what’s in there?”
No reply.
The egg landed with a loud splash into the bottomless puddles of foul water that seemed to have deepened in the time they were standing there.
“Is that-Is that a human?!” he asked, panic erupting in his voice as he spoke the words.
“No, not a human.” She replied, quite calm in the middle of all the chaos.
Markus calmed a little, reassured by the tranquility in Cebairy’s voice, no matter how misplaced it was in the anarchy of the moment.
Just then, another burst of light erupted from the egg, but instead of silver this time, it was blue. Markus’ attention whipped back to the egg in time to see the blue light being absorbed by the design that was etched into the shell.
The light twisted and turned, following the design. It spread throughout the entire egg, weaving its beauty in every single crack and crevice until the entire egg was covered.
Then it all stopped, as if someone had turned off the power. There was no sound or light coming from the egg, and the night seemed strangely empty without it.
Cebairy bent over and picked it up, while Markus just stood there, too astounded to speak.
Before Markus had a chance to snap out of it and ask what she was doing, Cebairy flung the egg into the air with remarkable energy, while Markus, once again, just stood there with his jaw dropped.
The egg reached the pinnacle of its flight, but instead of falling, it began to spin. And as it spun, the screeching noise started up again, as well as the beaming light.
It stopped spinning, and seemed to absorb all the light while the screeching continued. And then it happened.
The egg exploded in a shower of rocketing shell fragments, and Markus’s hands flew over his head to shelter himself, but found that his attempt was futile; he felt nothing but silence piercing the air.
Relaxing his arms, Markus glanced at the empty sky hesitantly. Nothing. The night was dark and quiet. And empty. There was no sign of the egg that had scared him into oblivion.
“What the bloody hell was that all about?!” demanded Markus fervently. He was breathing heavily as he waited for a reply.
“That, my friend, was the beginning of a revelation.”
They are coming, and the egg must be thrown. Meet me on the border of River Town, and hurry!
,Cebairy
P.S. - don’t forget the sack!
Marcus put the paper down, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. He glanced toward the red sack lying on the table that was glowing vibrantly for more reasons than the blazing fire reflecting off of it. Muffled cries were coming from inside. He took a deep breath as he looked towards the old ceiling and whispered a quick prayer. He grabbed the sack and ran out the open door, the eerie air flushing his warm cheeks.
He ran into circles of fierce wind and harsh rain, dizzying him. Frightened he made a wrong turn, Markus turned and bumped into a crooked wooden sign that read:
Rivertown: the happiest place on earth!
The sign clattered to the ground, and Markus chuckled at the irony of the words on it as he glanced at the meager town around him.
There were many things that River Town was, but happy wasn’t one of them. For one thing, it was murky and gnat infested, and the smell of sulfur filled the air so strong you could taste it. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the place was permanently flooded, causing mold and mildew to eat away at the remaining structures scattered about the unfortunate area. Markus’ stomach crawled at the sight of the putrid, ankle deep sewage water.
Now that he was here, Markus looked around anxiously for a sign of his friend.
“Psst!”
Markus twirled around. “I’m sorry to frighten you!” came Cebairy’s giggling voice from somewhere in the darkness. “Where are you?” he inquired, directing his attention to the place where he’d heard her, and furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when he didn’t see anything but a few hundred gnats fluttering in the light of the full moon.
“Up here!” she called back, forgetting to whisper in her childlike excitement. Markus supposed she was still a child, what with her turning seventeen only a week ago. He on the other hand, had been nineteen for nearly three months.
Markus looked up, and sure enough, there she was; a striking woman with fiery red hair, one silvery-gray lock visible in moonlight, was sitting on a window ledge, impossibly high up off the ground. She had ghostly white skin, and a radiant smile that shone as bright as the moon high above. Markus looked utterly bewildered.
“Come on up!” Cebairy said, happily swinging her feet. She’d obviously done away with the whole whispering thing.
“Umm, is it, uh, safe?” Markus asked tentatively.
“Probably not…” she replied as if testing him. He stood there for a moment, pondering, a hesitant look on his bemused face.
“How do I get up?’’ he huffed, defeated, looking annoyed as he let out a puff of air he’d apparently been holding for a while.
“Uh, good question.” she replied, glancing around as if she’d only just realized that she was there herself.
“Well, how did you get up?” he asked pointedly.
“Ah, another good question.” She teased, tormenting him with her apparent ignorance.
“Well then, I suppose the only solution is for me to come down.” She said, looking disappointed as she jumped the 30 or so feet and landed gracefully in front of Markus, causing not even a ripple in the now knee deep water. Markus’ jaw dropped.
“Did you bring it?” asked Cebairy, suddenly solemn.
“Uh, yeah. H-how did you—“
“No time for questions, I’ll explain later. Where is it?”
“It’s uh, right here.” He said, confused yet again by Cebairy’s sudden change of personality.
He indicated the glowing, screeching bag with a nod of his head, wondering how she’d missed it. It wasn’t exactly discreet. The bag looked as if it was trying to run away; Markus was struggling to hold it in his arms. It started to tear at the seams, letting through blinding flashes of silvery light.
“It’s been doing this a lot lately. Mind telling me why?” he asked with pretend calm, practically yelling to make himself heard over the screeching of the bag, which was rapidly increasing in volume. “And why aren’t I aloud to look inside?” he added curiously.
“You shall soon find out what was inside, and by then I’m sure you’ll have realized that you’re quite grateful you weren’t aware of it. I do believe you’d have found it quite difficult to concentrate on anything, particularly sleeping.”
Suddenly, the quaking sack tore completely in half, revealing a colossal silver egg, woven through with intricate designs. A silver glow radiated off of it, pulsating as if it were keeping time with something… like a heartbeat…
As the sudden epiphany struck him, he called out over the screeching, which seemed to have reached it’s pinnacle now that it was released from the confines of the sack, “Cebairy, what’s in there?”
No reply.
The egg landed with a loud splash into the bottomless puddles of foul water that seemed to have deepened in the time they were standing there.
“Is that-Is that a human?!” he asked, panic erupting in his voice as he spoke the words.
“No, not a human.” She replied, quite calm in the middle of all the chaos.
Markus calmed a little, reassured by the tranquility in Cebairy’s voice, no matter how misplaced it was in the anarchy of the moment.
Just then, another burst of light erupted from the egg, but instead of silver this time, it was blue. Markus’ attention whipped back to the egg in time to see the blue light being absorbed by the design that was etched into the shell.
The light twisted and turned, following the design. It spread throughout the entire egg, weaving its beauty in every single crack and crevice until the entire egg was covered.
Then it all stopped, as if someone had turned off the power. There was no sound or light coming from the egg, and the night seemed strangely empty without it.
Cebairy bent over and picked it up, while Markus just stood there, too astounded to speak.
Before Markus had a chance to snap out of it and ask what she was doing, Cebairy flung the egg into the air with remarkable energy, while Markus, once again, just stood there with his jaw dropped.
The egg reached the pinnacle of its flight, but instead of falling, it began to spin. And as it spun, the screeching noise started up again, as well as the beaming light.
It stopped spinning, and seemed to absorb all the light while the screeching continued. And then it happened.
The egg exploded in a shower of rocketing shell fragments, and Markus’s hands flew over his head to shelter himself, but found that his attempt was futile; he felt nothing but silence piercing the air.
Relaxing his arms, Markus glanced at the empty sky hesitantly. Nothing. The night was dark and quiet. And empty. There was no sign of the egg that had scared him into oblivion.
“What the bloody hell was that all about?!” demanded Markus fervently. He was breathing heavily as he waited for a reply.
“That, my friend, was the beginning of a revelation.”
Rayssa
Rayssa stumbled down the dimly lit corridor, not taking her eyes off the small sliver of light beneath a meek wooden door that represented her last chance of freedom. No one stopped her. No one stuck out there foot to trip her, no one reached out to grab her or wedged a gun in between her and the door. No one. They didn’t even try.
When Rayssa reached the door, she didn’t bother to check to make sure no one was looking, but simply turned the brass knob and thrust the door open. It never occurred to her that it might be locked, or that maybe she should think about why it wasn’t. She just ran through.
What she saw frightened her, but not for the reason you would think. What lay behind the door, was a beast. Not the kind you read about in fairy tails, or saw on television, but a different kind. It wasn’t a hairy monster with talons and horns, or a fire breathing three headed dog, but a man. A tall, balding man with a crooked smile that dangled beneath his squashed-flat nose. She would have preferred to see a beast.
The man’s wicked smile grew as he saw the anxious expression on Rayssa’s face. What sounded like a growl escaped the man’s lips. Then came a low, rumbling sound, like thunder, and Rayssa realized that the man was laughing… at her. He doubled over in laughter, and it was all Rayssa could do to keep from crying out in astonishment and anger.
When he gained control of himself, he looked Rayssa straight in the eyes, and a serious look fell over him. “Did you really think it was going to be that simple?” No, she hadn’t. She hadn’t thought at all.
Chapter 1
“Try that again and you won’t have any feet left to run away on!” growled the vicious man as he dragged Rayssa by her hair down the corridor and back to her lonely cell. She turned her head away in an attempt to hide the angry tears that spilled down her cheeks, but the man pulled harder yet on her hair, and she was forced to look straight into his cold, narrow eyes.
“Keep in mind miss; I don’t make idle threats.” He said, his voice shaking as another laugh rumbled out of his mouth. Just then, a short man with a cane limped by, accompanied by a rather large man carrying a knife. As they walked, the larger man saluted the flat-nosed man beside Rayssa, as a broad grin spread across his oily face. He pointed towards the short man’s feet with his knife. To her disgust, Rayssa saw that where there should have been feet, disfigured stumps stood, bloodied and bandaged. “He tried to escape as well. His guard wasn’t so forgiving.” The flat-nosed man whispered. He grinned at the astonished look on Rayssa’s face.
When Rayssa reached the door, she didn’t bother to check to make sure no one was looking, but simply turned the brass knob and thrust the door open. It never occurred to her that it might be locked, or that maybe she should think about why it wasn’t. She just ran through.
What she saw frightened her, but not for the reason you would think. What lay behind the door, was a beast. Not the kind you read about in fairy tails, or saw on television, but a different kind. It wasn’t a hairy monster with talons and horns, or a fire breathing three headed dog, but a man. A tall, balding man with a crooked smile that dangled beneath his squashed-flat nose. She would have preferred to see a beast.
The man’s wicked smile grew as he saw the anxious expression on Rayssa’s face. What sounded like a growl escaped the man’s lips. Then came a low, rumbling sound, like thunder, and Rayssa realized that the man was laughing… at her. He doubled over in laughter, and it was all Rayssa could do to keep from crying out in astonishment and anger.
When he gained control of himself, he looked Rayssa straight in the eyes, and a serious look fell over him. “Did you really think it was going to be that simple?” No, she hadn’t. She hadn’t thought at all.
Chapter 1
“Try that again and you won’t have any feet left to run away on!” growled the vicious man as he dragged Rayssa by her hair down the corridor and back to her lonely cell. She turned her head away in an attempt to hide the angry tears that spilled down her cheeks, but the man pulled harder yet on her hair, and she was forced to look straight into his cold, narrow eyes.
“Keep in mind miss; I don’t make idle threats.” He said, his voice shaking as another laugh rumbled out of his mouth. Just then, a short man with a cane limped by, accompanied by a rather large man carrying a knife. As they walked, the larger man saluted the flat-nosed man beside Rayssa, as a broad grin spread across his oily face. He pointed towards the short man’s feet with his knife. To her disgust, Rayssa saw that where there should have been feet, disfigured stumps stood, bloodied and bandaged. “He tried to escape as well. His guard wasn’t so forgiving.” The flat-nosed man whispered. He grinned at the astonished look on Rayssa’s face.
bathroom copycats
The bathroom's where they spend their time
plumping,
plucking,
tweeking,
twirking,
pulling,
trying to fix what isn't there.
they have the perfect bodies
but it seems they just don't care
about the other people who are trying to be like them
copying the copycats
who are copying the movie stars
who are setting the example
for the girls who spend their time in the bathroom
plumping,
plucking,
tweeking,
twirking,
pulling,
trying to fix what isn't there.
plumping,
plucking,
tweeking,
twirking,
pulling,
trying to fix what isn't there.
they have the perfect bodies
but it seems they just don't care
about the other people who are trying to be like them
copying the copycats
who are copying the movie stars
who are setting the example
for the girls who spend their time in the bathroom
plumping,
plucking,
tweeking,
twirking,
pulling,
trying to fix what isn't there.
Fate's Evil Love Triangle
The sound of your voice makes my heart race
The wind in your hair makes me smile
The love that I see in your perfect eyes...
That I could go without for a while.
Because that voice is not for me,
That beauty is not mine,
and that love, that sweet love, is not my own.
It belongs to someone else.
Someone who could never love you like I do.
Someone who's love is not for you.
Someone who completes this triangle of love,
But rather than love, it's now hate.
For love without love is not love at all.... it is fate.
Fate to love with no love in return,
Fate to wish it were you he was holding
And fate to live with the knowledge of what could have been
The beauty of your love for him
the sad,sad ending to a sad, sad life
your love for him,
his love for her,
His love for us,
and our hate for the world.
The wind in your hair makes me smile
The love that I see in your perfect eyes...
That I could go without for a while.
Because that voice is not for me,
That beauty is not mine,
and that love, that sweet love, is not my own.
It belongs to someone else.
Someone who could never love you like I do.
Someone who's love is not for you.
Someone who completes this triangle of love,
But rather than love, it's now hate.
For love without love is not love at all.... it is fate.
Fate to love with no love in return,
Fate to wish it were you he was holding
And fate to live with the knowledge of what could have been
The beauty of your love for him
the sad,sad ending to a sad, sad life
your love for him,
his love for her,
His love for us,
and our hate for the world.
distrust and its faithful companions
Have I crossed the line?
The sacred line of trust?
What's over the treetops, past the sky, and beyond infinity?
The sacred line of trust, that's what.
Now who could possibly cross that line?
You can, I can, we all can.
Wow, we must have some big feet.
What's out there?
Beyond infinity I mean?
We all know.
Nothing.
Nothing but sorrow that is.
Nobody likes distrust, with all its disadvantages.
Sorrow comes from distrust.
One of Its oldest relatives, actually.
Along with
fear
anger
self-righteousness
and, of course,
hate.
Figure the rest out on your own.
The sacred line of trust?
What's over the treetops, past the sky, and beyond infinity?
The sacred line of trust, that's what.
Now who could possibly cross that line?
You can, I can, we all can.
Wow, we must have some big feet.
What's out there?
Beyond infinity I mean?
We all know.
Nothing.
Nothing but sorrow that is.
Nobody likes distrust, with all its disadvantages.
Sorrow comes from distrust.
One of Its oldest relatives, actually.
Along with
fear
anger
self-righteousness
and, of course,
hate.
Figure the rest out on your own.
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