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HEC - Part 1Fire and ice were not meant to mix. There’s no telling how dangerous a hybrid could be. How dangerous I could be. Yeah, I’m a hybrid. So what? So, everyone is only able to control one of the four elements. Water, fire, air, and earth. Of course, there are sub divisions in both water and earth: ice and plants, but still. That’s why I’m running.
I’m running from the authorities. They’ve already taken my parents, but they won’t take me. I’ve heard of the Hybrid Elemental Camp, and that’s where I’m going.
I’m so lost in thought that I run into someone. My black hood flies off, revealing my crazy eyes to whoever I ran into. I’ve landed on my butt, so I can see black boots with thick laces. My eyes travel up skinny jeans, a denim jacket, and a shiny, green necklace with a blue water droplet in the middle. One of her eyes is green, the other blue. &
The Tuxedo - PrologueLife in the refugee camp isn’t easy. I know it’s supposed to be much safer than what it used to be, but I hear the adults complaining all the time. Daddy told me about the Bad Stuff some people are into. I used to think Mommy and Daddy would never do the Bad Stuff, but I was wrong.
This morning, I woke up to someone knocking hard on the door. I climbed out of bed, grabbed Mr. Bunny, my stuffed bunny, and walked into the front room to see men in black work clothes. I think I remember Daddy calling them “tuxedos” and saying they were reserved for the special and important people. Mommy was already headed towards the door, and Daddy was being pushed when I noticed there was a lady wearing a kind of tuxedo, but it wasn’t the same. She walked over to me and sat me down on the old couch.
“Anika,” she said in a soft tone, like the one Mommy used when she wanted me to go to sleep, “your parents have done bad things.”
I remember gasping and
Russia x Reader - Happy Birthday“Hey, ____!” America calls out. “What do you want for you birthday?” That’s right. It’s your birthday in a few days. The Allies have promised you a birthday party, but that’s turned into America taking over. You don’t mind that much, as long as two conditions are met.
One: England is not allowed to cook anything.
Two: Russia has to come.
Of course, you didn’t tell America the second one. You just said you wanted all of the Allies at your party. You glance over at Russia to see him sitting next to China, as always. What you don’t know is that he’s trying to decide what to get you for your birthday.
Things have been confusing for him lately. You are one of very few not intimidated by him. You don’t seem like Ukraine, but you’re also not mean like Belarus. There’s no way for him to know how you feel about him, and if he had a clear thought on what to think of you, you wouldn’t know that either.
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
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
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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