The Ride.

Get ready, my friends, for the time of your life. I imagine you have all been waiting for this moment your whole life, whether you have realized it or not. It isn't being forced upon you. Although if you don't follow this path, everything you know or love will, in fact, be completely lost to you. The object of the quest is to find the one thing you desire most in your heart, and harness your greatest talents. You may be told that you can't do it, that it is not your place and destiny to accomplish this. I warn you now that these are the words of a liar, a demon who wishes only that you fail miserably in this important quest. Now dear, it is your time to move forward and be the best you can be. Uplift your friends, hone your talents to let them shine, and fulfill the destiny you were sent to this place and time on earth for. No one can do what you can; therefore don't just blow this encouragement off. You are the only one, who can be the best at what you alone are meant to do, and you are meant to do greater things then you can ever imagine. Succeed at this I beg of you! Do not give up in this war you were born into, for if you fall to the enemies side, you may fail us all.

Photo by Dark Dwarf

Her

She looked down her nose at the pathetic scum everyone else called people. She was proud to know she would never have to stoop that low in her prada high heels. Literally or figuratively. An obnoxiously short girl ran into her and she felt a burst of fury in her chest. She turned around to sneer at this girl who quickly looked down self consciously at her shoes. She whispered a threat to her and smiled proudly. The little girl felt tears roll down her face and swore to never cross an angry selfish girl's path again.

Society's Exception.

Sometimes I begin to wonder if I am the only one who wishes to be excepted from society. The world we live in shapes our thoughts, our interests, our looks. What if I don't want society to tell me what to look like? What if I want to be me? Not a societal copy cat. I wonder how that can possibly be reached, seeing how much our world tells me what to do. I try to be Society's Exception and yet here I have created a blog, I straighten hair, I pick clothes that I hope people will find "cute" all because Society has told me that I must fit the mold. I must be a clone like any normal high school girl. I am not a copy cat. I want to be me. But how can I find me when society has told her who to be?

Inspired.

An expanding in her heart as her eyes devoured the words on the page even down to the last period. Her breathing started to deepen in her excitement. Finally she relaxed relieved at the news and let her smile take over her face. She was relieved to be reading these words. She had begun to think she was forgotten, but this letter proved all her silly suspicions were wrong and the stress couldn't have left fast enough. It was everything she had been hoping to hear in the past few days. She reread the precious letter again and felt joyful tears escape her eyes. Could anything be better? She stood up almost in a daze and felt like singing loudly with this happiness in her soul. Everyone should feel this compassionate and she felt desperate to share this great feeling with others. These words had inspired her and she knew everyone could use the help she had just found.

Where were you?

Her hands started to shake and the tears began to crawl down her face. She knew there was something out there, hiding behind the darkness. No one had told her there might be something here to hurt her. She wished she could blame it all on them but in her heart she knew it was her fault and nothing could change that. The terrifying killer beyond her sight was here for her and only her. Shudders ran desperately down her spine. Long lost hope of escape tightened her muscles and made her breath stutter. Her last thoughts were of you saving her from the depths of despair. Coming as a charmer to fight the last dying breath.

Photo by Noukka Signe

Remember.

This Christmas season is coming. You see red and green in every house, you hear carols sung at every door, you taste eggnog or sparkling cider through out this season, the smells of peppermint candy canes and cold biting at your nose, the feel of a fresh tree or ripping open all your presents. Everyone has memories of Christmas with that fantastic toy you got and played with for the next couple weeks before wishing for a new one. The memories are great! But I wonder if you remember what happened that spring late one night, in a small barn surrounded by animals. A precious child was born. Although he was just a newborn baby he was infinitely the most important being to walk this earth. He was the only one to bring us eternal life so we could go back to our heavenly family. I know I have always had a hard time remembering this with all the commercial excitement to get new toys. I hope we all remember what this day is really for, a child in a manager who shepherds worship and wise men seek out. What are you willing to give to Jesus this Christmas?

The Note.

The tears stung her cheeks and anger burned on her face. Everyone turned to stare but she was far past caring about there strange looks. She took the paper she clenched tightly in her hand and squeezed tighter hoping he would feel the pain through his written words. She stomped out of the building barely able to contain her selfishness enough to walk out. Thundering out the building her feelings boiled over and a heart wrenching scream left her lips. She fell to her knees finally letting the simple note go from the strangling she was giving it. Emotions flowed from her eyes Dreading their journey down.

Blind date.

After being the perfect date all night so I wouldn’t disappoint my mother, honestly, I was getting really sick of pretending. “So what did you get, Carlisle?” I asked ever so kindly. He snorted and snuffled, and wiped his hand and the rest of his arm along his nose, making me gag. I looked away from his hands as he had started wiping them on his pants. He looked at me, his nose was red, his eyes were a puke green and his hair, his lovely, long, loose, greasy, snotty hair, that he had parted down the middle and slicked back, just for me. I looked away quickly feeling bile rise in my throat for the hundredth time that night, how in the world had I survived this far? “Mine says, ‘your true love is closer then you think’” he smiled at me and looked at me with what he probably meant to be a seductive look but what really looked like he had a kink in his neck and something in his eye he was trying to blink away, oh and like he had a skunk in his mouth.

Pain.

She couldn't bare the pain any more. Her wrists hurt and her eyes stung. The tears had dried on her cheeks and the blood had dried on her arms. They had brought her here hours Ago. No one had come to check on her. She wasn't sure where she was, but she was sure she was never leaving again.

Compassion.

The heart broken silence filled the room. Everyone was teary eyed and the sadness, the full and complete sadness was enough to make my hands shake and my head droop. I stood up unable to bear the melancholy heaviness hovering around me and I walked out into the hall as all heads turned to look at me asking, "where is he going?" "Is he ok?" I wondered how this terrible news could affect me so harshly again. I had already known this before anyone else knew, before her family, her friends, the school. Yet every time the words were repeated I could feel the tears burn in my eyes. Savannah was dead and I had been the first to know. Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t kill her, no, I would never kill her. I did try to kill her but when I pointed the gun at her, I just couldn’t do it. I loved her too much. Instead I set the gun down, and kissed her. It was the first time I had ever disobeyed my boss and father, and had walked the other way. That was the last time I saw her, the last time before she died.

Prisoner

This seemed to be becoming a common circumstance, me behind cruel, unjust bars, arrogant and laughing eyes on the other side. But here in this steel cage in a huge concrete compound there were a few differences from the last time I was a prisoner, for instance there were a lot of people in this little cell. And outside this cell, looking at me were arrogant laughing eyes, familiar blue eyes. I could remember smiling up at them but before they weren’t so hard and mean. I noticed tears pooling in my eyes and quickly blinked them away.

Photo by Dar

The Pit

She fell to floor, dread washing over her. How could she let this happen? Her heart slowly dropped with the weight of her mistake. Overwhelming her every thought she couldn't begin to find a way out and slowly fell deeper and deeper into her pit of despair. Darkness pushed her down leaving no hope and causing tears to spill from her eyes. She began to let go of reality, when a sudden light shone brightly through her despair and reached out a helping hand.

Sometimes People Change.

Once upon a time there was a truly stunningly, friendly boy. He was happy, always surrounded by truly great friends. He talked with me about my excitement towards my crush and was there to push me to be my best. I watched him at school proud to know he knew my name. Then sadly the last day of that came. He began to despise himself and who he was, the monster inside him took over the friendly boy I knew. I sat on the bench watching him destroy this kind person. Never wondering how I can help until it was too late to undo. How can you leave me like this my friend? How can you walk around the corner of my town smoking ciggies? How can you treat that girl like the object she's not? I once had a friend in you, but I guess now I do not.

Just Joking

The beaten and Bloody soul
Limps from post to post
Wondering what hopeless future
Is to come for him
It's all too much for one
When the punishment comes
The teasing never stops
A rejected question
Never answered
Rebounds in his head
His heart is uselessly shattered
Like the window by his bed
He vows never to tell the truth
Nor smile honestly
He jokes to the end
At any thought of happy ending

Words always come easier when written

She had complete control. For the first time in her life no one could point out her flaws. She could keep the people she loved near by and those who sought to do her wrong would get the punishment they deserved. The stuttering she once had in her voice no longer existed and the new confidence she had rang through out the corridors in her castle. The prince charmings in her dream would come to ask for her hand and she could always refuse at will. Written words were the only perfect world she ever had.

photo by Audringje

This is my Blog.

Most people have a blog just to tell you every single obvious detail of their lives they can think of. But this is not your blog. This is my blog. In My blog you will find stories that may not have an ending, may not have a beginning and probably won't make any sense to you. These stories, my readers, are a look into my deepest thoughts. Don't take anything you read seriously; my deep dark thoughts will be hidden underneath the words you read and honestly I will be truly surprised if you can find them there! Some of my stories may seem dark, I tell you this because you will probably think that is what is going on in my head but oh heavens no! I think the dark stories will catch your attention better than any other boring nice story I will ever write. And let's be serious here! I want you to actually finish my posts! So this is my blog and I truly hope you at least semi enjoy it.