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Be an Original, Like MeBe an Original, Like Me
Every day it’s the same…
“Be original, don’t let others tell you what to do,”
But how can I do that if you’re the one molding me?
“Stand tall and proud of who you are, be independent.”
But how can I be independent when you force dependence on me?
“Be proud of your heritage and culture, show it off.”
Unless I embarrass you, then you want me to bury it down but if
YOU ask “Hey can you be like them? Act like that, dance like that?”
I’ll say “Yes some stereotypes are true, but most are false.”
“Be feminine, be graceful like a swan,”
How can I be a swan when I’m in a family of wolves?
“Be a modern age woman, get a job.”
Yet you want me to be a housewife, cooking and cleaning, never leaving the kitchen.
“Tell me the truth, lies burn your soul,”
But truths burn deeper and destroy the soul
“I’ve never lied to you, you can trust
I was walking home from school as I do every day when I felt the cold pressure of six smooth, freshly manicured hands grab me and roughly pull me into the alley. I barely had time to register what I knew was coming before I felt the sharp sting of Julia’s hand slashing my face and spinning me into Amy who quickly ripped my backpack from my body hard enough to bruise and sending my papers flying throughout the dirty alley. I let out a small cry of pain before I felt a hard punch in my stomach, I didn’t know who did it this time, they always took turns. I coughed violently as all air left my body and I stumbled into Rachel who shoved me hard against the wall, smacking my head into the stone hard and making my ears ring as I fall to the ground. I tasted blood, sweat, and trash and I knew that this was just the beginning of their weekly abuse. “Get up you little bitch!” Rachel hissed kicking me in the ribs and spitting near my face. Amy and Julia laughed at
Elizabeth and EricTransition
I woke up in a strange room; I felt groggy, sick and my head was throbbing. I got out of the bed with difficultly stumbling over to a window and gripped the pane to help support myself. I pulled back the curtains and look up at the fading black sky to a light pink.
It’s almost morning, where am I? How did I get here?
I rested my head against the window letting the cool glass soothe my head. I tried remembering what happened but my headache shot up and felt like my head was splitting in half. I put my head in hands and knelt down stunned by pain “Ahhhhhh!” I screamed.
What is wrong with me? I have to get out of here.
“You are wake.” said a voice from across the room. I looked over and saw Eric standing in front of the door holding a sliver tray with a goblet on it. Rage overpowered the pain I felt and I charged him. I threw my fist at him but Eric carelessly pushed it away like it was nothing. I quickly followed up with another punch to his side
Wolf GirlChapter 6: The Encounter
At the end of the day I ran out the back of the school to get to Carly’s car to try and avoid seeing Axel. I sniffed for his scent and as expected I caught the smell of amber, cinnamon and autumn. I snared and looked up to see his car waiting for me in the corner of the parking lot. I could feel Axel’s eyes on me even from the distance between us and I drifted into the crowd of students and made a straight dash to Carly’s car. She was at her car leaning against the waiting for Jake to come to try and talk to him again. “Hey Carly, can we leave? I have to get home early today.”
Carly gave me her really-face “Seriously Kam? I have to talk to Jake to keep him interested.” She wined looking to see if he was coming.
“Please Carly? I need to get home now.” I begged looking across the lot to see Axel’s car starting up and heading toward me. “And if you leave now, it will keep him guessing. You don
Wolf GirlChapter 5
Caleb was still grilling me when he pulled into my driveway. He had spent about five minutes yelling at me about how I messed up his paint job, and if I screwed up his brakes how he’d kill me and blah blah blah. I faded in and out of the conversation with the memory of that smell, it was so damn fresh and close that when it just stopped, ugh!
“Caleb?” I ask in the middle of Caleb’s speech.
“And another thing…” Caleb goes on without hearing me.
“Caleb?” I ask a little louder.
“I spent two hundred bucks on that paint…”
“Caleb will you stop pmsing and listen to me!” I shout at him. He stops talking and turns to look at me and see that I actually have something to say and decides to shut up. “Ok thank you, look I’m sorry that I almost made you hit a tree and chipped your paint, but I…I had to follow that smell, it was like… calling me.”
Wolf GirlChapter 4
I stood on top of a tree branch watching her as entered; she had followed my scent here just like I planned. She looks just as beautiful as always, her rich caramel skin clear and smooth, her long black hair flows down her back and her silver strikes shine beautify in the low sun rays, her green eyes are so bright I could see them from here.
“Is that her?” a sweet voice asks.
I turn and see Alexandra standing lightly on the branch next to me. She is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black t shirt, and black converse which stand out against her ghostly pale skin. Her dark red hair is hanging loosely around her waist and her bright gray eyes are watching Kamaila down below. “Yeah, that’s her” I say watching her with pure adornment.
“Wow, I thought I’d never see her.” she says as she sits down on the branch watching her with fascination. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“So are you going to
It took Clayton three tries to unlock the door to the museum “Hey, I got it guys.” Clayton said slurring his words. His friends hooted with approval and took another drink from their beer cans walking into the museum. Clayton and his friends had been out for hours drinking and driving bored out of their minds, until a couple of girls suggested that Clayton steal his dads’ keys to the museum so they could go drinking there. Clayton’s best friend Haden handed him another beer can from the mini cooler he was carrying under his arms, Clayton took a big gulp out of it and then followed behind his friends.
His friends walked to the Renaissance exhibit of the museum, fascinated with everything they saw in their drunken state. Some of the girls walked behind the statues pretending they were the statue’s head and arms as the guys laughed, a couple was over by themselves making out. Clayton walked over and put his arm around one of the girls wh
1554, a small village located in Eastern England
The angry villagers poured into the farmhouse searching for the monster. Tristan and Meredith, the priest’s daughter, were on the second floor too deep into each other to notice the noise on the lower floor. The two were on a pile of hay, Meredith’s arms wrapped tightly around Tristan as he was kissing her hard, his tongue pouring into her mouth, tasting her. She had reminded him of all the things he had long since given up, she tasted of life, sunlight, and warmth, he missed this, he craved it, and he wanted more. He quickly moved his hands to her blouse unbuttoning it as fast as his fingers could go and moved his mouth to her throat kissing it tenderly. Meredith moaned in pleasure wrapping her legs around Tristan’s waist and tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer to her.
Tristan found Meredith’s pulse in her neck and lightly ran his fingers along it, feeling her pulse quicken as he touc
Wolf GirlChapter 3: The Scent
After about fifteen more rounds, I had won them all but Caleb got close on the ninth try, we make it back to our starting spot and the sun was starting to come over the mountains "Uh, damn. I got to get home to change for school." I say grabbing my jacket looking down at my dirt covered clothes.
"Yeah, me too." Caleb grabs his shades and starts toward the car.
"You know you did pretty well back there. I think soon enough you'll be ready to take on one of the pups." I say teasing as I step over a tree root.
"Ha ha ha, you are so funny. You know you willn't be laughing when I finally bet you." Caleb says sarcastically as he crushes a twig under his foot.
"Don't you mean if you bet me?" I correct. I laugh when Caleb glares at me. "No but seriously, you're getting better soon you'll be able to fight without the worrying about your chest wound."
"Yeah, well I still hate it." he says in a shameful voice. Caleb is always too hard on himself, which is why I'm the only o
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
Seasons of KnowledgeSeasons of Knowledge
Like the layering of fresh snow on a grass plain in winter
The binding of each book is smooth and soft
If ye were to run ye hand upon the covering
Than ye would understand the magic that it holds
Fresh autumn leaves resting in crisp piles
Describes the feeling of the pages that take me miles
Into the pages I dive and
Rest in the words of the stories I love
Scents richer than spring rain
Mirror stories of love, happiness and pain
Bathe in the knowledge of others, I do
And pretend that what I read is in fact true
A summer breeze wafts through the Tree of Knowledge
Below it ye shall find me feasting on its fruit
Never again shall I go hungry since
I have been introduced to the magic of books.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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