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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.
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
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
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
Too LateEarlier, I had a vision
Of my father calling me
After years of not speaking
I was surprised as could be
“Hey,” he greeted softly
“I know it’s been a while
“I have something to tell you.”
I just sat there, without a smile
“You’re twenty-one years old
“And I know I’ve missed a lot
“But listen closely, now
“You’re the only daughter that I’ve got.”
“I’ve appreciated you from the beginning
“I’m sorry I didn’t show it much
“My selfishness blinded me
“It’s definitely my worst crutch.”
“I want you to know you’re beautiful
“I never told you that once
“I regret it now and forever
“Man, I’m such a dunce!”
“And I wouldn’t forget to mention
“How intelligent that you are
“You’re IQ is higher than mine!
“I know that you’ll go far.”
“You have so much potential
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Not a gameAround they swirl through the air
Laughing loudly as they mock
And jeering at the small young girl
Who's tears run as she sobs
A prisoner of her own sadness
All alone, lost in her despair
She no longer sees the daylight
For no longer does she care
They tear and rip and pull
But she won't do a thing
The fight is won, she is done
She's fallen from the ring
The sun still shines bright outside
But her world's a dull colorless gray
Her heart is stopping, beating slow
She dies the month of May
The ones who once abused her
Showed up with their fake tears
Some had a bit of real regret
But most had only fear
They kept it their small secret
No one else could ever know
Because they had led a girl to die
Left her all alone
It wasn't their fault, they reasoned
Keep your head up.The weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders,
crushing you down,
and making you smaller.
The more you struggle,
the heavier it gets.
My advice is:
Keep your head up.
When it pushes,
And when the world gets the message,
you will fly.
And when you fly,
you will finally understand what it means to be alive.
And that is,
to keep your head up,
and look at the challenge without flinching,
and once you rein dominance,
you hand it over to another that is giving up.
No one deserves what you previously felt.
Secrets and PromisesI am here because of the past,
Because of a promise that is endeavored to be kept.
I can only hope that this dread won't last.
Since the past is also what's killing me the most.
But no one knows,
What goes on in my head.
The painful woes,
That have not yet gone away.
Secrets that can not be shared,
Buried deep, and very far.
Only if anyone cared,
But God knows no one ever will.
Hiding the truth may never feel right,
But I am only doing it for the best.
I am not going to win this fight,
For what is left of me, I'm broken.
I like to stop
And stare at myself
In the mirror,
I like to look
Inside of myself,
I want to go.
I think I'm moving,
But I go nowhere.
Scream when I
Find out I'm
Going the wrong way.
I reach for
Your hand, a
Intended to calm
My erratic nerves.
I like to freeze
Time in place,
And Judge who
And who I am.
I like to stroll
Down this empty
Street and see
Ghosts of absent
To take a photo
So you don't forget
The precious memories.
And who you used to be.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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