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A Chance at Love: Chapter 1 Chapter 1
"Naruto you should be more careful." Tsunade, the school nurse, scolded. I sit in front of her, with a black eye and bruises all over. They were big, black, and painful. Tsunade frowned at me, checking to make sure that my ribs aren’t broken. I try to hide the winces from her every time she touches a tender spot. Tsunade knows about how my uncle, and legal guardian, beats me. I don’t want her to tell anyone. I deserve it, and I really-really don’t want to have to move in my senior year of high school. I’m going away to college next year. She just doesn’t like that I come into her office almost daily. She speaks sternly, but not harsh. I know how frustrated she gets about this. "Really Naruto, what happened this time?"
I look down as recall what happened the night before. I stare at the floor unseeing as the memory floods back.
I was done with my homework, although I really just bullshat most of the answers, and was currently
A Weird Reality 13I wake to a steady beeping and soft whispers. My ears twitch at the annoying sounds. When I open my eyes I'm practically blinded by light and hiss. This causes the whispering voices to turn to shouts. All voices I barely recognize.
"He's awake!" A female voice cried out.
"I saw him move!" A male voice states, sounding further away than the female one.
"I saw it too! Roxas! Roxas are you okay?" A male voice spoke, and I feel a hand on my shoulder, shaking. It made my head spin too much and I whimper.
"You three need to stop shouting and Hayner, stop shaking him. He's hurt pretty bad and that's not helping." A fourth voice seaks above the rest, one I don’t recognize. Hayner, the name she said, sounds familiar. Why though? I open my eyes and try not to stare into the white light. I idly wonder if I was dead. I have to be. I feel too comfortable. I have to be dead.? And why is the world beeping? As my vision seeps back slowly I notice the overly white walls, and the machines around m
My World Starts With You Chapter 1
Roxas wakes up slowly, his head pounding, and his eyes stinging from the light. He groggily sits up from lying on the cold ground. ‘Where am I?’ he thinks as he looks around with squinted eyes. He’s in the middle of a room, with no roof. He doesn’t seem to be in a house, more like a little closed off alleyway outside. The ground is yellow and the walls are made of stone. The wall that leads out is made of a chain-link fence, but it’s covered partially by a dark cloth, to make it a bit more private. He glances around again and notices a small sofa along the wall to the left of the chain-link fence, and a cooler on the one opposite the fence. It looks like someone has made their home here. Roxas stands up on shaky feet as he looks down at his hands and gasps. There is a weird red counter on his hand. It appears to be counting down. Roxas’ heart thumps out of beat at the sight of it. It’s unnatural, and not supposed to be there.
Into the DarknessSpiraling, Falling, Fading
Darkness envelops the light of the world
Crying, Fearing, Ignoring
I scramble dumbly in the defining nothing
Grabbing, Pulling, Squeezing
A hand grabs mine and pulls me in a set direction
Following, Worrying, Wondering
Where is this person taking me
Wondering, Spying, Hoping
A small prick of light pops up in the distance
Hoping, Hoping, Hoping
Passing the light, to glance at a red eyes demon leading the way
Fearing, Crying, Struggling
the demon wont let go
Looking, Gulping, Shaking
The demon cups my cheek
Thinking, Calming, Swooning
The darkness takes me
Axel's Madness Chapter 1
I lay in the very clean office ; on the mostly comfortable, stereotypical sofa of my psychiatrist. He sits in his large, comfortable office chair, just watching and waiting for me to talk. I have nothing to say though. I dont know why I let Demyx talk me into going to this stupid therapy session. I don't think it will do anything more than last time. and that time I had gone in for some mild depression I had gotten for being so stressed from school work. My old therapist wasn't very good, just wanted to give me meds, and have me pay, then leave. But Vexen, my therapist as of last week, is cold, thin, and very blond. I don't like him. He looks at me like I'm some experiment to toy with. He wants to put me back on the Anti-psychotic MEDs, but I'm not crazy. I just happen to have more than one soul. Two to be exact. Lea and Reno, and both are very different from me, and each other. Lea is really happy-go-lucky and naiive. Reno is a rugged, I'll-shoot-you-in-your-face-
The Heart's Teacher: Chapter 5Chapter 5
Bobby walks me to his car and helps me get in. I need to figure out how to pay for a funeral or, something. I need to figure out how to tell her school. Where had mom been when Kate had… When Katie was… “Alyssa, I’m going to make you eat something, because I know you won't otherwise. What will you tolerate me getting you?” Bobby knocks me out of my thoughts and I snap my head toward him.
“What? O-Okay.” I mumble and look out the window. He huffs and I look over at him, frowning at him. He stares at me, looking into my eyes. He seems worried again so I try to smile, but I can feel it didn’t do anything. He shakes his head at me and sighs.
“What do you want to eat Alyssa?” His voice is slow, like he’s spelling out the question for me. I guess I didn’t answer his question. I thought for a moment and tried to decipher the random emotions that my stomach head and heart were telling me. I couldn’
The Heart's Teacher Chapter 4Chapter 4
Her skin is pale, ghostly white, and she is covered in deep gashes, and bruises. Her body is twisted so bad that some of her bone is sticking out. Her body is almost twisted so that she’s laying on her back and side at the same time. Her hair is covered in blood and chunks of I don’t know what. Her face was the worst. Half of her cheek was gone and her nose was shifted to the right, broken. There is a tare in her skin where her nose is bent. There is a large gash in her head, so deep I can see broken bits of her skull. It terrifies me how she looked so young, and so much like Katie. My stomach twists in fear and the threat of throwing up. I can’t stand to look at her, yet, she looks so much like my baby sister.
Taking a step closer, I look harder at her face. I imagine that her nose was straight, and her cheek was there, and the cuts and bruises were gone. This girl would look exactly like Kate. My eyes travel to her ears and I see little
The heart's Teacher Ch 3Chapter 3
Bobby’s car stops and he gets out. A moment later he pulls me out of the car. “Alyssa? Are you okay?” He asks, looking at me. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to look him in the eye for fear of getting upset. I don’t want to lose my head. Bobby drags me away from the car and into the hospital. I still refuse to look up. I barely notice the people talking around me, the hustling nurses and doctors. I don’t notice the people staring at me because I was too busy to staring at the floor. “This is Alyssa Moore, we were told her sister has been omitted here?” Bobby’s voice sounds weird, and far away again. I don’t hear the next part of the sentence because that’s when I look up and see the answer in the nurse’s eyes.
“I’m sorry to inform you that your sister has died in a car crash coming home from school.” She speaks calmly. Yet my heart speeds up and I can’t feel my
The Heart's Teacher Ch. 2Chapter 2
I’m trying to get some homework done when I hear a loud knock at the door. I stop and sigh, looking up from my work. I stand and fix my old black T-shirt and sweat pants before walking to the door. My mother yells at me to “open the damn door”, even though she’s closer, and not doing anything but drinking on the sofa. That woman can’t be helpful even if her life depends on it. So I try to bite back my growl as I got to the door.
I swing the door open and rather rudely say “Can I help you?” My eyes fall upon a tall blond girl. My eyes gravitate toward her pink glittery shirt, with the words “Suck it” written over her chest. She has a cute face that I was expecting to see caked in tons of makeup like the other girls in school. I was, disturbingly, pleasantly surprised. Her eyes are lined with a thin layer of black liner that makes her eyes shine and stand out in a stunning, breathtaking kind of way. They are full of s
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,
Where sole the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
darknessHave you ever woke up and you feel like their is darkness all around you?
You are battling your own mind
You have the worst thoughts go on in your head
Don't want to be around anyone
You feel like you are doomed
You think no one understands
Waking up in the darkness is not a good feeling
Try to think of a good place in your life and let the darkness fade
when the day is done i'll be goneIn my fingertips is the devil
Daring me to touch what is not to be touched
And I care not, reaching through my own open ribcage
To touch what lies between inflating balloons that are my lungs-
In my ears echo your voice,
Begging me not to reverse the corruption in my heart
And I care not, reaching between my lungs to grasp my heart with my inked fingers
To release the sigil stitched deep into the veins of my heart.
Over the RainbowWhip, Bam, Zip, Zum
Over the hill we go.
To get over the rainbow
Never stop running, jumping
It gets you that much closer
Taking you that much farther
To the top
Of the rainbow
Fast like lightning
Our feet thump,thump,thump
Loudly on the earth
Starting our mission
To get over the rainbow
Light as a feather
We jump to the sky
Our bodies weightless
As we travel through the air
To get over the rainbow
Almost there, we are, we are
Almost made it, made it
Echos our voices below
Almost able to touch it now
The beautiful colors of the rainbow
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green Blue, Purple
So bright and so vivid
That's all it took
For us to want to jump
Over the beautiful rainbow
Now we are falling, down, down to the earth
Nothing slowing us
The loud deafening "shhhhhhh!" in our ears
We grow closer to the ground
We touch the ground, unharmed.
We gaze at the beautiful phenomenon
The magic is clear
You just have to jump over the rainbow.
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