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Of Course I Talk To Myself P. 1You are such an ignorant idiot!!!
"I know I am. You have said that a fair amount of times now, thank you."
I can't believe it! He was right there!!!
"I know he was. Right infront of me. I can see a person who is infront of me."
"Ummm, Sia...? Who are you talking to...?" Fallia asked me, a worried look on her face.
You idiot. Why do you talk to yourself?
"Oh? So you want me to Terrance?"
What?! Oh no! Of course not!!!!!
"Sia...? Who are you talking to......?!?"
Ugh! Now everyone is going to think that you need serious mental help!
"Me, meaning us...."
You know what I mean!
"No actually, I don't. Would you care to explain~?"
Jesus this is going to be a long night....
"SIRENA!!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?!?!?!"
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
October 31, 10:18 at night. Halloween. When Alexander Keith Claws was born. He had blond hair, and big amber eyes. A little miniature Luke, but with different eyes, and a small piece of blue hair at the back of his head, curled, resembling a tail. He also had another curl at the back of his head, a brown one, right next to the blue one.
Two curls. Blond hair. Amber eyes. 7.1 pounds. 21 inches. Luke couldn't grasp that he had a son. Now, he had two kids. Nope, couldn't believe it. He never knew marrying Sirena would get him this far in life. Luke stared down at his newborn son, and cradled him. Kyra popped her head over his shoulder and smiled down at her little brother.
"When can I teach him softball?" she whispered into her dad's ear.
"He won't be learning softball. He will be learning baseball, and that won't be for a while...." he quietly whispered back.
Shattering CreationA glass heart broken,
shattered from another.
for a true love saying,
"I'll stay with you forever,
be with you forever.
Don't you ever,
The heart is pleading,
wanting to be,
put back together.
It knows it's so fragile.
Fragile as glass.
it doesn't care.
The glass heart is waiting,
waiting for another.
It wants to hear,
that true love saying,
"We might be forbidden.
Far away from each other.
But just you remember,
I'll always love you.
Don't you ever,
One little tip,
down goes the heart.
Shattered once again,
unable to repair.
Wishing now that,
it took caution.
It's wish is left unheard.
The glass heart,
is forever left alone.
Most of it's shards,
have gone missing,
The pain is,
too much to take.
It's tears come,
in small crystal flakes.
The Prince Charming,
it's true love,
is finally here.
Picking up the pieces,
ignoring the cuts,
and the tears,
in his once soft hands.
Different "Come on Elizabeth! Open up!" my mother shouted at me, banging on the door. I didn't reply. I only stared down at my closed laptop.
"Dammit! That girl needs serious therapy...." I heard her say, and walk off. I could tell even by how she was walking, she was ticked off.
Sighing, I slowly opened my laptop. Glaring at it disapprovingly, I watched it as it slowly woke up from it's computer slumber. I lightly grazed the keyboard with my hand, and smirked as my profile finally started to load.
Months of poetry. Months of stories. Months of drawings. And my science and or social studies teacher says I can't write a simple children's newspaper? That fool..... I thought as I scrolled though my documents of all of my poems and stories. I glanced over at my Drawing Folder, and patted it fondly. Mr. P would laugh if he heard that.
I sighed again, and ran my hand through my brown hair. Life was difficul
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
"Duhhh.... Luke? Trinity? I think Sirena's water broke...." Fallia squeaked, hand over her mouth.
"W-What? That's i-impossible.... She's due for another two months!" Luke stuttered, tripping over to his wife's hand.
"Well, Nat can't help, she's still out cold." Trinity moaned, walking over to Sirena's hospital bed.
"Oh gods, what are we going to do? Yes Sirena will be alright, she'll heal herself, but what what about the baby?" Fallia hissed, rubbing her temples.
~*~*Sirena's Mind (POV)*~*~
"I HATE YOU!!" I shrieked, hissing out, words filled with fury. I shoved my father away, and glared at him, green eyes burning with anger. "HE'S TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE ONLY SIXTEEN!!! YOU CAN'T LET HIM GO OUT THERE!!!"
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!" my father howled down at me, and struck me with the bottom of his sword handle
Rode to IndependenceBombs are bursting in the air,
while the ash comes down.
The sounds of the guns,
is heard throughout the land.
Soldiers falling left and right,
they were all someone's son.
Proud men they were,
fighting on the field.
Sounds of the leather boots,
sucking in marsh land.
This war pointless,
taking away many lives.
A sixteen year old boy,
shot down in the ditch.
Running around him,
no one noticing.
An old lady crying.
What was the point of this?
Some tea thrown in the sea?
Some disagreement with religion?
Some words over leadership?
What ever happened to forgive,
Why do you finally agree,
that guns is the way?
Lost forever into the firing of guns.
No Messages '0 MESSAGES' it said. Damn. Wasn't anyone on? Nope. Ugh..... Stupid internet. Stupid Writer's Block. Stupid Artist Block. Stupid time zones. Stupid-..... Oh hey look, a message.
"GET ONNNNN" it read.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" I replied.
"WHY YOU HATE MEEEEEEEEEEE??"
"I DOOOON'T. I'M JUST LAAAAAAZZZZZZZZYYYY"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME SAAAAAAD?"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME TIRED?"
"Aw hell naw!"
"Aw hell yes!"
"Damnit, just get online"
"I tried, stupid laptop won't let me"
"But I wanted to RP...."
"I know. I know."
'0 MESSAGES' the small icon read after a few minutes. I groaned and smashed my head into the pillow. Why does this world hate me? This stupid... virtual.... world. The real world hates me, too. What am
Three Sisters~Chapter 15~
Andrew led me down long halls and corridors. All had black and white checkered tiles, and blank white walls. Marble columns were posted every ten feet, with large vases of red roses infront. Looking up, I saw the roof was high up, and windows stretched from the floor up, golden rays of light shone through. Our small steps echoed through the empty halls.
"When's daddy coming home?" I suddenly asked, tilting my head to him, taking his hand in mine.
"Not for another week...." Andrew replied sadly, sighing. I frowned, feeling a twinge in my chest. I squeezed his hand lovingly, and he looked up at me.
"At least he will be home, right?"
Once again, I felt that feeling again. I slowed down, and then pulled Andrew to a stop, turning him to face me, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I know, want to go ride the horses?" I questioned him, a hint of s
AnchoredI'm lost and slowly drowning.
In a sea of endless emotions.
Being tossed and turned.
Oblivious to my surroundings.
I have no idea where I'm going.
I have no idea where I'm at.
Can anyone please help me?
Maybe find my way back?
I'm not going anywhere.
What should I do?
At least someone throw me a clue....
At least to know which way to go.
There are so many colors.
Different from the rainbow.
Down here is so perfect.
I might just stay here a while.
Wait, the colors!
Where did they all go?
They were here a second ago.
Where could they have gone?
Why would they abandon me?
I haven't done anything wrong.
Could I have just screwed up.
Like how I usually do?
I have to focus at the task at hand.
Someone has tied an anchor to me.
Pulling me back down.
It's so cold down here.
Wait a minute, where is here?
Anyone just help me.
See the world above.
I'm just so lonely,
and no one comes around.
I don't need you or anyone.
I stare at these chains.
Tying me to the floor.
The Soldier and the Cat - Prologue -Alexei Petrovich maneuvered through the ruined streets of Stalingrad stealthily along with his fellow comrades. It was now two days after he and his fellow comrades barely survived crossing the Volga River to get to the city itself. He looked around as he moved slowly at the ruined buildings that were the result of the German Luftwaffe’s devastating bombing of the former metropolis. He then looked at his fellow squad mates to find them in complete focus on what they were doing. Alexei was experiencing two feelings as he moved. One was excitement, the other anxiety. In which he was both excited that he was fighting for his motherland, and was also anxious from the feeling of being watched; believing that if he sneezed, he’d reveal his squad’s position to a German sniper, who would be more than happy to put a bullet through each of their skulls. Alexei started to hum a tune to ease his anxiety. The song he chose was “Katyusha”, a war song that became popular
HannibalThe whole destiny of Hannibal revolves around the idea of freedom and is centered by hatred.The Roman presence in the mediterranian sea was less intended to free trade rather than supremacy after the first Punic war.The rule through which money gave wealth to a city was broken by the new militarized roman laws.The world he tried to revive was a decaying one.He never saw the law as a harmless protector and rally the barbarians against it.He took the odds.He fought within the established rules of engagement,won,but was denied the gain after Cannae.He understood then the loss,the ancient world was about to change forever and he couldn't find himself a place in it anymore not even put in charge at the battle at Zama.He spent his last years as an outlaw and his name bore for centuries the wrath of the romans.
how Yde Girl probably diedHet jonge meisje zat buiten haar rieten hut een koude, donkere nacht 2.000 jaar geleden. Ze keek op naar de maan en overwogen wat ze had eerder die dag verteld. Een van de dorpsoudsten had gemerkt dat ze hulp nodig had om te lopen, en hij kon zien dat haar rug keek verschrikkelijk verdraaid.
"Jij!", Riep hij. "Ja, meneer?", Vroeg het meisje. "Morgen komt u bij het veen komen om te baden Nerthus. Je moet de wagen klaar te hebben."
"Ja, meneer", antwoordde het meisje respectvol. Ze had verhalen over wat er gebeurd met de mensen die de godin op het veen voor haar bad genomen had gehoord. Mensen die zo deed nooit meer iets vernomen. Het meisje was zo bang van wat moest komen in de ochtend dat ze begon te huilen. Tuurlijk, ze was bang, maar ze wilde niet dat haar volk in de steek gelaten. "Wotan me te helpen", fluisterde het meisje, haar stem kraken van tranen. Ze stond op om te gaan in de hut, maar meteen kreeg ze hevige pijn in haar rug en het meisje begon te huilen nog harder en viel op
It's Too Far Work brain work! Why wouldn't it work!?!? I need to draw something. Wait, I don't like drawing. I love sketching. I need to write something. A story. A poem. Anything.
Music. YouTube? What's on YouTube..... I haven't seen this song before. Ooh~ I like it. Favorite~! What? I have 39 songs in my playlist? But.... but I like all of these songs. Wait, no not this one. Or this one. WAIT, I deleted the wrong one! WHY!? I really liked that one.... Uh, what was the name of it again?
Shouldn't I be doing homework...? Yes I should. I really, really, really, really, should. Hey look, a Message!
"Ciao" it said.
"Hei" I replied.
No response after. Same as last time. No no no no!! Nein nein nein nein NEIN!!! My lasagna...... It's.... It's cold...... My smoothie.... It's..... It's gone..... Thirsty. Ever so thirsty.....
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
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