The sweat pours down my face as I look up at the score, 31-33, only 10 seconds left to go. It's only three points, I think to myself. I take notice in my surrondings, at any way I can get past my player. I see him playing defense slightly leaning towards the right, daring me to go left. I smirk because he doesn't know what he's in for. I can feel my palms getting sweaty and the ball pounding against the floor is like monotonous song in my head. I'm down to 8 seconds left. "Shoot, shoot!" The crowd roars in unison. I cross over before my defender can even blink and I head for the half court line. I feel myself hit the floor and then jump back up again. The ball leaves my hands, soaring through the air like a bird, and it seems to take hours before the ball has reached the basket. My heart is pounding at nearly 100 miles per hour, and I take a deep breath in. Swish. The ball lands straight in the net and I fall to the court with relief. I did it, I smile with the thought in my head. I turn around to find all my team mates sprinting towards me, why can't I have this moment forever?
I walked further up the road staring at the ground, oblivious to my surroundings. I couldn't stop thinking abut Jason, and that very, very brief encounter. I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, and how....how... how unreadable they were. The memory kept running through my mind, constantly on replay. Each and every time it went through, my cheeks would grow redder and redder.
After a few minutes of this, I shook her head and looked up. My surroundings were unfamiliar for a second, then recognition flooded me. I was on River Drive. I took a few more steps, looking around at the neighborhood. There were a few people outside gardening and watering plants. A few people were mowing lawns, despite the darkening evening. I looked down for a moment and stepped over a puddle. When I looked up, I saw a familiar person on one of the lawns. They were kicking a soccerball around, quickly dashing from side to side. I felt my heart pound in my chest as they turned around and looked staight at me.
A most glorious time of the year,
when eigth graders move on to the high school,
you can practically smell the fear.
High schoolers get ready for college,
kissing they're moms and dads farewell,
Juniors blossom and rise up, taking over the seniors spots,
and bursting out of they're shells
Horns beep, white writing reads, "Class of 2013"
Tears sting peoples eyes, kids comfort as siblings cry.
Change has come once again, somewhere between April, May and June,
no one thought it would come so fast,
People tried to make the good times last,
but everything has to come to a close,
so new opportunities can unfold,
So shy people can become bold,
so souls once just a lump of clay, can mold.
They make fun of her hairs
They gossiped on her thighs
They beat at her insecuritys
They labeled her the moment she entered the door
They murmered the secret curves that cover her body
Words shred accross her skin
You can feel the pain she tastes
You can understand what her tears mean
When she walks by them all
Her heart stops with her breath
"Fat, loner, nerd,
Gigantic, slut, desperate,
Loser, ugly, nasty"
How could this be jealousy?
Wods pound in her head
She twists a nail in her hand
"Continue on, continue on"
Says the bravery in her
Just go to sleep.
My eyes are droopy,
but staying up makes me finally winning.
My brain is dead,
My body is sore- even my head.
So much to do,
I’m so tired, I’m so tired.
...but sleep is something that doesn't come easily when my internet is all plugged in and wired.
Draped in a window frame,
Watching the ever-changing
White face of the moon.
Starlight a light kiss
Upon his alabaster skin.
The chilling wind
Whispers the secrets of the world,
As he stares
Into a black + white void
And dreams of eternity.
I miss you so much. You will never know. Tomorrow it will be a year, a year since i last held you in my arms, a year since I haven't heard your beautiful meow. You were always there when I thought I had no one. Not being able to hold you again is the most painful truth. I want so badly to hold you just one more time and to tell you how much I love you. You have been with me my whole life on this earth. I just turned fifteen without you. you would have been twenty one, sometimes I sit and wonder what might be different if we hadn't made the decision that we did. But you did so much for us all over the years it was only fair that we help you when you couldn't help yourself anymore. I don't want to face the reality that it has been a whole year. My heart hurts so much just thinking about you. But I know ( to paraphrase a good friend of mine) I had to let you be a cat again, I had to let you be free again. And I know that you are up in heaven looking down on me, not wanting me to cry, all you ever wanted was for us to be happy. I look back on our time together with so many regrets, so many things I wish I had done differently. But the only comfort I have is the knowledge that you ARE free now, you can play in endless fields of grass and lay in the sun and feel the warmth on your soft fur, and know that you are utterly safe and content and out of pain, resting in the palm of God's hand. Read more »
I Love You
Wow, it has been a REALLY long time. After a very long dry spell of no writing, I've finally decided to put down a story that has been floating around in my head for a couple years. It is most definitely not my best work, so any sort of feedback would be appreciated, but it is very good to be writing again. This is the first page. If people like it/I finish it (a rare thing, but I have hope), I'll be putting up the rest!
Warning: Some mature topics/language (not in this one, really, but later especially)
The first time I saw Raquel Davis she was nothing more than a flawless honey-colored ponytail bouncing in front of me as we ran around the cross country track. I was duly impressed, both by the ponytail and by the tiny pair of shorts she managed to pull of with confidence. I myself lacked the confidence and the know-how to pull off either; instead, my shorts were adequate length, and my ponytails drooped down the back of my neck, pieces of them flying out around my ears. Read more »
When I opened my eyes I saw the soft blue of the sky. I listened intently but more then anything, I felt the gaze of someone--or something--looking at me.
As slowly as I dared, I pushed myself into a sitting position. A slow throbbing in my head made me feel sick. Then I saw a little man with a big scruffy beard standing before me with a sword held to my throat. I did not move, only waited for the panic that was consuming me to pass.
I closed my eyes again and took a few deep breaths before opening them, but the little man still stood there. Read more »
It's the lub-dub, lub-dub, flutter and murmur,
it's the tick-tock, tick-tock, finger-tapping stutter,
it's a clenched jaw, tooth grinder, lub-dub, tick-tock,
belly-flutter, heartbeat, fingernail nibble
knuckle-cracking, lip-biting, luba-dub-dub and
it's the toe-tapping, finger snapping,
lub-dub, tick tock
knuckle cracking, molars clacking
through the hair the nails' running
waiting on a break, and
inhale, exhale, belly-flutter, throat mutter,
nail picking, hair flipping, rhythm of my nerves
seat-shifting, neck cracking, knuckles, and a tick-tock
Sit down my friend, and have some tea
Have a chat with misery and me
We have all day to waste away
Wallowing in the horizon of grey
Please hear my tale, hear my story
Of how I came to meet apathy
How we walked through darker places
How we hid in the empty spaces
She saved me from regret and shame
And she helped me set them up in flames
Until we found a mass of trees
They seemed alone, forgotten, empty
But empty was a lie, a cheat
For deep inside lurked a mighty beast
The beast that we named depression
And we would fall to his suppression
We ran through the dark and the dank
The beast followed quickly on our flank
It’s claws as sharp as razor blades
It’s venom spewing in great cascades
I tried to flee the grasping claws
But they had grasped my arm and were caught
But apathy came to my aid
And she tried to hold the beast at bay
Like mighty champions they fought
But in the end it was all for naught
Depression slayed my apathy
Who had died so I could still be free
And now, my friend, my tale hath ceased
Of the day we lost to the great beast
The beast devoured apathy
And left me here, with dear misery
Authors Note: the ‘bom-bom’s are supposed to be quick and short, like a heartbeat. The ‘boooooom’s are long, low, and deep, almost at the edge of hearing. As the piece progresses, the ‘bom-bom’s get faster and shorter, almost frantic. However, I can’t accurately portray this with just text alone, so at some point later, I’ll try recording it.
The sound of my heartbeat echoes in my mind,
Clashing wildly with a giant’s footsteps,
Creating a strange harmony to my life.
But is either really there?
Or is my mind just fracturing into pieces,
Stealing my sanity and replacing it with these
Imagined footsteps, these earth-rocking noises?
Or is it not footsteps, but just heartbeats in tandem,
reaching across eternity, for something else?
If it is a heart, thrust into the darkness of space,
Calling out for help, for an ear to hear it,
Then I will send my own heart out,
And answer to the call
Of the darkness beyond.
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Azul's mind was reeling, rapidly trying to think of excuses for the awful sight she had seen. No matter how much she denied the sneaking suspicion. Beside her, Kira tossed and turned fitfully in her sleep. Azul looked away from the pitch black forest and curled her tail around Kira, resting her head back down once again next to Rohan and forcing her eyes shut.
Morning came slowly. The storm had simmered down the last few hours of night, but still rumbled in the distance. Strangely enough, no dragon seemed to be disturbed by the awful storm except Azul and Kira. The blue dragoness awoke to find Kira staring at her intently, as if she were some unknown jewel. Azul opened her mouth to speak, but a presence interrupted her words.
We need to talk.
Azul immediately knew it was Kira. A burst of concern and anxiety emanated from the echoing words Kira had sent to her.
I know. But here is not safe. How about in the.... Azul was about to say forest, but the memory of last night cut her off. She looked around, her eyes scanning the field for a better place then where they were.
Kira motioned slightly with her hand to a pile of rocks near the forest, but comfortably far enough away to Azul's liking. Azul nodded. Then, as if given an unspoken command, they both stood up and made their way to the rocks.