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Emberlight RacesEmberlight flickers across your face,
We stand in silence, we run this race,
To get closer in this cold,
We both know, we are so bold.
(And you, I see, are looking at me,
I look back to you, then to my shoes)
Snowflakes are sticking to our hair,
You see I'm nervous, I don't know if I dare
Lean in to let you hold me while
My heart pounds as I smile.
(And these thoughts go through my mind,
And I know you, you are so kind
We stare at each for a small eternity,
Move forward just fractions,
Brush my skin so carefully
With fingers that hold such quiet passion.
(Your face, I see, so close to mine,
The stars fly by in sharp, straight lines)
Crush me to you as we collide,
Two souls meet like strong stormtides,
Crash, smash, fumbling, needing,
Always kissing, never forgetting.
(The cold winter air only just separates us,
We are hungry, we are ravenous)
When we break apart, we stand together, smile,
Hold on, try not to fall.
We talk in slow voices,
We've made our choic
A Better Way to Drown : 1A BETTER WAY TO DROWN
When the lights fade out,
All the sinners crawl.
—Imagine Dragons, "Demons"
COLD, RAGGED BREATH RAKED DOWN HIS THROAT, made his lungs spasm, spit and heave with the effort to breathe. He choked on blood, wiped it from his mouth and faced his brother, fingers clenching around the handgun.
Rain pounded on top of him like a merciless shower of bullets. It dripped down his forehead and into his eyes, mixing with blood and dripping down his cheeks like tears. The mud at his feet was tinged with deep red, it spattered his boots, caked his clothes, his skin.
"Given up already, Danny?" His brother smiled with cruel and sadistic amusement. "You never were one for heroics."
"No," he managed, "I haven't given up." The gun was cold under his fingers. But he didn't know if he could actually pull the trigger. If he pulled the trigger he'd become just like his brother: something dark and terrible, something brutal and heartless, a monster.
Create a Story...1Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Danny who always dreamed of becoming the world's best garbage-man. He trained every day for 18 hours in order to beat his rival, The Fierce Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Danny came armed with a box and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Danny emerged as the icy victor! His achievement is celebrated every Halloween.
And She Loved Him Still :: Part 1AND SHE LOVED HIM STILL
PART 1. Underneath
Strip away the flesh and bone. Look beyond the lies you've known
I sit at the dinner table, staring across it into the eyes of my husband, wishing that I have the strength to tell him. To tell him, everything, everything I thought, everything I yearn to say. But I keep my mouth shut and keep eating.
My eyes wander over to the faces of my children, two girls, one boy. August, Isabel, and Adelina. August is turning seventeen this September, Isabel is fourteen, and Adelina is only eight.
"How was work today?" The words hitch in my throat, overly sweet and sticky, like sickening honey.
My husband raises his head and looks at me, really looks at me, and I know he really sees what he's been putting me through, what his work, this war, has been putting his family through. I know that he sees the shadows punched beneath my eyes, from long nights with no sleep, I know he sees how I've lost weight, I know he sees how the light ha
My GirlHeartache, anger, torment.
That girl, the girl with the pale gray eyes, and
hair that glitters with iridescence, like a crow's wing,
is staring at me with the harshest accusation in her eyes.
"You broke her heart, you smashed it to pieces.
You don't know what I went through to help her get back on her feet again.
She will never be the same because of you."
Falling, euphoria, hope.
I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to fall in love with her.
But there is something about her that her sister just didn't have.
A fierceness, a warrior's spirit, that I've never found before.
"Get away from me, you monster.
You think that I'm going to hook up with you, so that you
Can break my heart the way you broke hers? Not a chance."
Heartbreak, pain, depression.
I can't find a way to get over her. I know she
doesn't love me. But that doesn't mean
that I don't love her.
"The answer is still the same. No, no, no.
I will never be with you. Ever. I don't love youI don't even like you.
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 3PROLOGUE
It's not the right thing, baby,
But the right thing suits so few.
--Hedley, "Heaven's Gonna Wait"
The man was on his knees, chained by the wrists to the wall. His head was bent, and his clothes torn.
Adrien's best and only true friend, Byron, was leaning against the wall, watching the prisoner warily. Both of them hated questioning prisoners, but Adrien always got the worse end of it, because he had a destructive Gift.
"Easy," Byron murmured as Adrien passed him, "You gotta keep it cool."
"Got it." Adrien knew that Byron was warning him. Byron was famous among the Rebels for his clairvoyanceit was always usefulbut the warning worried Adrien. "What's his name?"
"We've identified him as Marcus Tiller," Byron replied quietly, and Adrien automatically winced. This wasn't the first time he'd met Marcus.
"Alright." Adrien clasped and unclasped his hands. "Let's get to work."
Adrien strode toward the man called Marcus, turning off his kinder, more
This Sinner's Heart :: Chapter 3A NOTE TO THE READER:
Alright, since I've gone and revised my whole WIP for Lights Shine Darkly, and since this is a companion novel, I'll be revising the setting and changing it to the setting I'm now using. Since you guys have no idea what setting that is, I'll briefly explain it.
The year is 2027, and the war has been tearing everything apart for the past 7 years. There are three sides: the Government, who have the superior numbers, weapons, and power, the Rebels, who are outnumbered but have the people on their side, and the Outcasts, who are people just basically standing by and waiting for the war to end. Stick 17-year-old Byron Buckthorn in the middle of it (yes, I changed his last name and his age, I'm such a rebel XD) and there you have it. Currently we're in Australia, where Byron grew up, but later on we'll be headed off to North America, where the majority of the war is being fought.
Also, I will be slowly editing/rewriting chapter 1 and 2, but the same events will be
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 2Once she shut the door, she felt her previous strength buckle and she stumbled.
Her hands slammed against the wall, and a choked sob scraped out of her mouth. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, wouldn't believe that she'd just threatened to kill someone. That she'd just become the very person she didn't want to be, even if just for a moment.
She touched her stinging cheek, and found that it was wet. A gasp hitched in her throat. She hadn't cried in yearshadn't ever found the strength to face the tears. But now she had.
Slowly, she made her way down the hallway, toward the elevator. She jammed her finger against the up button, and then rammed her fist at the 9 button inside.
Tia held on to the railing, clenching her fingers around it, like it was the last thing holding her about hell.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped into the dim hallway.
A door clicked shut, and ahead of her, she spotted a tall, dark figure, lean and muscular, shutting a door. Sh
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 1PROLOGUE
ADRIEN'S EYES CRACKED OPEN and he lurched upright, a shout of panic lodged in his throat. He sucked in a deep breath of air, wincing as sharp blades of cold scraped his gut.
It was the nightmare againthe same one that had cut at his nerves every night for the past three years. The fire, the knife, he could still see it. The scream, his footsteps echoing off cold stone walls, he could still hear it. The salty sting of blood in his mouth, the bitterness of failure, he could still taste it.
Adrien dragged a hand through his dark, raggedly cut hair, heaving a sigh filled with frustration. His gunmetal blue eyes focused on Byron, his best and only friend, who was, at the moment, keeping watch. Not far away, he saw Keirthe man who played the role of his "second" father figuresprawled across the ground, held fast in the clutches of sleep.
Adrien straightened to his full height which, for his young age of eighteen, was tall. Stuck in a
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Breathe AgainRain pours down on me,
Choking, crushing, throttling me,
Until I can scream no more.
Knees buckle beneath me,
Tears cling to my eyelashes,
Blood sticks to my scraped knees.
(Why, why, why?
Why did you do this to me?
Why did it have to be me?)
I can feel the waves
Rolling toward me, thunder a
Hazy backdrop to my grief.
Bloody fingerprints leave smears
Of red across damp pavement,
My skin is cold, wet, bloodless.
(What did I do to deserve this?
I never hurt you
Not like you hurt me)
My world is crashing, down, down, over me,
I cannot speak. I am mute. Silent.
I cannot breathe. I am dead. Gone.
Fire burns inside me, destroying,
Killing, hurting, but the rain sends
Fragments of cold through my heart.
(Blades flash through the edge of me,
Cutting, tearing, ripping,
Murdering mewho I used to be)
It doesn't get better. It never will.
But at least I won't drown in this torrent
Of rain and heartache.
At least you are no longer a part of me.
At least at last
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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