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103 Words - Why Can't We Know These Things?What do colors sound like?
Are they high like a soprano?
Or low like an alto?
Does velvet have a scent?
Is it a lily or a rose?
As sweet as when the summer wind blows?
What would all the sweet tastes feel like?
Are they soft and nice to touch?
Or… Not so much?
Does music have a taste?
I hope it tastes like cake
Or something else a chef would bake.
Ever wondered what the sweetest smells look like?
Does a rose’s scent look like a flower?
Or something with a bit more power?
And why can’t we know these things?
Off With 142's Head“Alice?” I hear Boss call from outside my room. Get up. Open door.
“Can I help you?” Good. Asked properly.
“Patient 146 would like some company.”
146. That’s around the corner. “Okay.” I close my door, lock it, and tuck the key that’s on a necklace under my shirt. My room is 138. 139. 140. 141. 142. 143. 144. 145. There it is. 146. Great. I knock a couple times, then say, “It’s me, Alice. Want some company?” Room 146 is a “Closure” room, which means the person inside is immobile for her safety. So I enter because she won’t be able to answer.
“Alice,” 146 whispers. I don’t remember her name. I just call each patient by their room number. So do the doctors. “Alice, they’re coming. It’s coming…”
146 is in a straightjacket on her bed. And by “bed” I mean
Ramblings of the CrazyWhere are you?
Why did you leave?
Why aren't you here anymore?
I know where you are.
Why won't you come out?
Why won't you say hello anymore?
Please come out.
Please say something.
I don't want to have to hurt you.
But you won't come out.
I asked you politely.
Next time I won't be so polite.
You promised me you'd stay.
You lied to me...
Now you must pay.
Letters to the Dead - 1657 WordsDear My Dead Lover,
I told you that you needed to stop. I told you you’d end up hurting yourself, and now look at you. You’re lying there at the bottom of the cliff after I told you that you would hurt yourself. You didn’t listen to me, but you know what? You never listened to me. No matter how loud I screamed, you never listened to me. I told you to stop, but you never heard me.
Remember the time we first met? I do. I was at the coffee shop trying to study for a college final when you walked in. I had my earbuds in and couldn’t hear anything, but I could still feel. Which means I felt it when you bumped into me. “Bumped into me” is the wrong expression. It was more like a stampede into my back. I turned around, ready to be angry at you, but when I looked into your eyes, all I could see was someone I wanted to get to know. I saw a light, and I saw a spirit waiting to be set free. And
Off With Your HeadLosing your head isn’t as figurative as it seems. Trust me, I would know. There’s no better way to tell how a person can act by the way they think, and if you haven’t noticed, people think with their heads. If they think someone like me could kill after what I’ve been through and what I do with my life now, then they aren’t going to last long. If they are skeptical of me after seeing how I act, then they might last a little longer. But if they can relate with me, they’ll be guaranteed to live. You see, one with a mind such as mine can understand how I think, and if they understand how I think, then they can understand what I’m going to do. And if they understand what I’m going to do, they can avoid me when necessary to survive. Of course, they’ll only know when to avoid me if they think how I think. I’m guessing all of you reading this right now are the first two I described. Of course, if I’m right, which I always am, t
Let's Play Anna EpilogueAfter I was free from the scientists and my computer, Chy and I finished high school and college together, closer than we’ve ever been. Blumiere proposed to me shortly after getting my diploma, and the wedding was…well, extravagant. The seamstresses were right when they said I’ll be Lady Darclain, as I am now. It’s been quite a few years, and I think BJ is about to get up the courage to propose to Chy. Of course, I won’t tell her when he will. Why would I spoil that?
“Anna,” Blumiere says, poking his head in our bedroom, “Lily turned Lucas invisible again. Are you writing?” He walks up behind me as I type out what’s happening right now. “Anna?”
“Hold on,” I say without looking away from my screen. “I think I’m almost done.”
Lily and Lucas are our oldest children. Twins. Violet is our third child, and I’ve got our fourth growing in my belly now. I won’t
Let's Play Anna Chapter 15.Chapter 15. One More Thing Left to Deal With.
I wear all black to Cendres’ funeral. It’s mostly silent, seeing as how no one had any good things to say. A few tears fell, but they were all for the newly-orphaned Blumiere. At nineteen, he’s going to be Lord of Darclainia.
As we all stand around his grave, I stick out like a sore thumb, being the only one with blonde hair. Everyone else has the signature Darclainian blue. Blumiere and I are among the first to leave, but that doesn’t surprise me too much. The cause of death is officially natural causes, and it’s believable, mostly because everyone’s glad to have him gone. I kind of feel bad, but I feel much worse for Blumiere.
“I promise I’m okay, Anna,” he says when we’re back in his castle. It’s officially his now.
It’s been a week since I got back from…that, and this is the first time I’ve been truly alone with Blumiere. He k
Let's Play Anna Chapter 14.Chapter 14.
Grief. Pain. Heartache. Whatever you want to call it. I feel it.
I wish he would have killed me. I wish I would have died that day. I wish I could drop dead right here, right now. Just fall off this tree branch I’m perched on and die. Have something come alone and crush my wings. Have whatever eats butterflies eat me.
I can’t die. Cendres made sure I’d suffer alone. I can’t meet people or animals either. I don’t think I’ve had something to eat in…weeks? Who cares. It won’t kill me.
Nothing will kill me. Except maybe heartache. There’s no hope, is there? I’m on earth, and I can’t get back to Darclainia no matter how hard I try. I’m perched on some billboard for a Broadway musical coming soon to New York in Times Square. Why here? I don’t know.
I tried to kill myself. I flew up to the top of the Empire State Building at night. The lights were everywhere, and I gues
Let's Play Anna Chapter 13.Chapter 13. <--- I don’t really like that number…
“Blue roses,” Blumiere tells me on Valentine’s Day my senior year. It’s been over two years since the scare on my sixteenth birthday, and now I’m eighteen. Nothing else has happened, other than a few talks about sleeping with each other. And I won’t talk about that time when Blumiere was a legal adult and I wasn’t. We both knew that time was going to come, seeing as how his birthday is December 6th of the year before I was “born.” He holds out a bouquet of my favorite blue roses that can survive winter on magic, and I take them, giving him a kiss.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile as I’m on my toes. He’s grown, but I haven’t. In all the years I’ve been alive, the only growth I’ve gone through is in bra size, and even that is slight. But Blumiere doesn’t care.
“Anna,” he starts slowly,
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
They're so bright
They hurt my eyes
Why, Mr. Sun
Did you have to shine?
The rain was so soothing
Until there was a break
In the clouds
I was enjoying
It matched my life
Until you came out
And ruined everything
I'm not goth
I just like my darkness
Every now and then
Not everything has to be bright,
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