A day in the life of...

She woke up, the alarm ringing in her ears. It was a typical Wednesday morning.

“Should’ve called in sick…”

Any other day she would’ve slept ‘til noon, ate ramen for breakfast and watched reruns of her favorite TV shows. However, Wednesday was the one day a week she had to work. Assassination contracts don’t fill themselves out.

“Morning Sunshine~” Haru called from behind as she walked to their agency. He handed her a juice that she swiftly chugged without a second thought.

“Morning Haru…” She tossed the bottle she had rapidly depleted into a trash can and gave a sigh.

“What’s wrong with you?? You only work one out of every seven days a week.. I’d kill for that position.”

“Well, ironically, you do kill.”

“Har har har how funny.”

“What? It’s true.”

A kiss on the cheek made her blush as Haru ran inside.

“See you later, Lady Death~”

“Oh you asshole.” She spoke and her face flared with embarrassment.

Close to Midnight, her last victim came into her view. He was walking home. The man had sun-kissed skin, dirty blonde hair, and a nicely toned body. How could she kill him? As she slunk down, she accidentally bumped a trashcan that gave away her position.

‘Dammit, if he catches me I am literally screwed.’

The man didn’t notice and walked past her. She waited a good minute or two before she emerged to find him standing there, staring at her. His blue eyes penetrated her heart and she had to look away as she unsheathed her weapon.

“Hello, Eve.”

“Hey, Haru.”

“So, I’m your target?”

“Yeah…”

Without hesitation, Haru walked forward, he pulled Eve’s blade into his chest and walked forward onto it, the last things he did made her cry.

First, he whispered how much he loved her, and that he would miss her. Second, he kissed her. He gave her a long, deep kiss, filled with love and passion. As he took his last breath in her arms, she felt her world lose a color. Blue. She would never see blue ever again. For it would remind her of him, her love, her life, her soulmate. Until the day Eve would inevitably end her own life, she would never be the same.

A Mysterious Place

The grass beneath my bare feet is damp with the early morning dew. The sunrise is warm and gentle as the wind whirls around me, filling me with warmth and comfort. The trees on the edges of the grotto in which I stand are mystical and enchanting. I decide to sit down on the marble cut bench that sits next to a crystal clear pond. My hands gentle caress the flowers that bloom generously amongst the walls of stone that surround me. This place is sacred.

After some time of admiring my surroundings, I feel myself smile, my spirit is whole and repaired. Many months have I sat here and waited. For what? Well I’m not sure. I just know I’ve been waiting here. This place is a safe haven. Nobody can hurt me here. My eyes scan the perimeter. I am alone. I can feel the aura of my sanctuary around me. There is no immediate threat. As I remove myself from the bench, I walk around, scanning the smallest details.

Water trickles from a small hole in the wall, it refreshes the spring that I drink from, the crystal clear pond. The trees sway, a melody being exchanged between them as they billow in the wind. A small faerie flitters past me, but I dare not acknowledge her. I am too scared.

More things begin to walk in and out of my grotto. This place is no longer safe. I’m scared. Where did they come from? I was used to the occasional visitor that would come for some spring water on their journey, but that’s an old memory. I now live in a grotto that is becoming less enchanting, and more real.

The light of the sunrise is becoming a more fluorescent light. It gives off an annoying aura. It’s too bright. It’s too.. Disenchanting. The water from my spring is becoming thicker as the days pass. Is it even water anymore?? It doesn’t feel like it. The flowers have began to wilt, new ones rarely bloom anymore. The grass no longer feels soft and gentle, instead it feels stiff. The air has lost its comforting scent and is replaced with the scent of disinfectants. My body no longer feels light, yet it feels sore and abused. Where am I? I don’t want to open my eyes. I’m scared. Yet as I do open them, my dream disappears and I see the fluorescent light above my head. I am in a hospital, and my dream world was simply that… a dream.

Did you miss me?

SF: Did you miss me? (JK)
IA: I did miss you
SF: Don't lie to me hon. <3
IA: I'm not lying, why would I?
SF: I don't... know...
IA: I did miss you
SF: Awe, thanks :3
IA: ye my dude
SF: Well I gotta skedaddle to work again, toodles! 
SF: Don't miss me too much!
IA: I do miss
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The Little Star [3/20/17]

I remember when I met my little star.
It was 2:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
I was curled up on my bed, tears in my eyes, sad music blasting through my headphones.
I was alone, again...

Then my little star came.
I looked out my window, and gazed at the only star visible in the sky. 
It was a beautiful star.

I asked,
"Little star... can you please send me a friend? Someone I can always have by my side? Someone who will love me for me?"

The star twinkled and I smiled, closing the drapes and laying down. 
It wasn't until I woke up a few hours later did I realize I was still home alone. 
I was alone... again. Or was I?

I heard noises in the kitchen, so I got myself out of bed and walked down the hallway, turned the corner, and stared in confusion as I saw it. 

It was a small, floating star. It was around the same size as those Valentine's day bears, ya know, the pocket sized ones?

The little star floated over to me and nudged my cheek. I was startled and fell over. Then it spoke.

"Hi there Asteria, my name is Lumos. It's nice to meet you!"

"Oh.. Hi there Lumos.. I-how do you know my name?"

"You asked me last night for a friend! So I came down to grant your wish! And speaking of which, your mother is home, so i'll go hide in your room!"

That was the last moment of my normal life, because now? I had my little star.

Cliche Much?

The annual carnival came into town and Rose couldn't be more excited, she had waited all year for them to come back into town, and this year, she was determined to bring Allen along.

    "C'mon Allen!!! The firework display starts soon! The line for the Ferris Wheel is gonna be too long for us to get on if we don't hurry!!"

    "Calm down Rose, we'll get there in time." He sighed and smiled a bit, he adored how energetic she was, sometimes.

As they approached the Ferris Wheel, Rose wiggled in anticipation. She could hardly contain her excitement.

    "Finally, it's our turn to get on. Are you ready?"

    "I guess I'm as ready as I ever be, but aren't ou afraid of heights?"

    "There's no time to worry about that now." 

The two boarded the ride, Allen could feel the intense grip Rose had around his arm. She was indeed terrified of heights, and he couldn't quite wrap around his head why she was getting on this ride with him.

Nearing the top, the lights on the Ferris Wheel shut off, and the ride came to an abrupt stop, causing Rose to squeal in fear and cling to Allen, who wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

    "Hey, it's alright. No need to be scared. I told you this was a bad idea and you didn't wanna listen. Why don't we go on something less taxing? Like the swan boats?"

    "Well... we couldn't see the fireworks from down there, now could we??"

As if on queue, the fireworks began to go off, lighting the dark night sky with an endless plethora of colors. It was breathtaking.

The two looked into each others eyes, and shared a sweet kiss as the night sky above them erupted in sound and colors. 

The End.

2/23/17

I sometimes wonder what the world would be like

If I was the main protagonist in a story

Would I save the world?

Would I fall in love?? 

There is an endless plethora of possibilities.

My biggest question is...

Would you be by my side? 

Or the opposing force I work against?
Would we rendezvous secretly and let our love win?

Or would you let me crash to the ground while you destroy me?

The answer is yours alone,but I would like to know one day.

Deadly Silence

"You aren't good enough."

"Why don't you ever.."

"Can't you just.."

Words as weapons are her kryptonite

"Can I go on?"

"Is it worth it?"

"Do I really matter?"

She questioned herself everyday

"I love you."
"I need you."
"I miss you."

Words she wanted to believe

Nobody saw what she was going through

They saw her smile and believed it

But if they had looked closer?

They would see just how broken she truly was

"It hurts.."
"I can't feel anything."

"I've become numb."

She spoke those words of truth and wasn't met with what she thought she would be.

"You're doing it for attention."
"You're always happy, what changed?"

"Ugh, you're so fake."

Why?

Being silent about her problems for so long, she couldn't handle it anymore. Those who she felt safe with, quickly turned on her.

Those she believed to care, swiftly abandoned her.

"Why?"

No answer.

"Why?!"

Silence.

"Why..."

Nobody came.

The silence she heard quickly enveloped her mind.

The silence she felt numbed her of all pain.

The silence she grabbed ended her life.

Empty Sentences

1. I always worry about… Coming home and finding my mom dead, she’s gone and has left me in this world alone. I worry over being alone in the night when I realize that I’m a waste of space. It hurts my heart to think of being abandoned again, and again. I worry about that.
2. I feel angry when… Someone I know and care for is being poorly treated. I feel angry when things are unjust and unfair. We are all human beings, we are all equal. Gender, Skin Tone, Sexuality, Religion… They mean nothing.
3. I’m moody when… The sun quits shining through the clouds. The day feels dreary and empty. I dislike feeling helpless and blanketed by depression.
4. I’m happiest when… I am surrounded by friends and family who care about me, and when I listen to the music I lose myself in. It is a blissful feeling to connect and disconnect from the world around you.
5. I feel confident when… never.
6. I feel frustrated when… I am presented with a task or puzzle I cannot solve. It bothers me, I like being able to get myself out of situations I put myself in, or other people throw me into.
7. I feel depressed when… I realize that my efforts were for nothing, and I become aware of just how worthless I am.
8. I am comfortable when… I am home in my PJ’s and I‘m drawing or playing video games.
9. I feel nervous when… what am I talking about?? I’m always nervous! Anxiety is fun.
10. I feel sentimental when… I look at old photo’s of my family, and re-read old conversations with friends. It makes me remember the times before hell came into my life.

Broken Cycle

I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling of my room. This was the same routine everyday.

Get up from bed

Go brush my teeth

Brush my hair

Eat breakfast

Go to school…

It’s boring and repetitive

All my life it’s been that way. I have no friends to hang out with after school. I have no boyfriend to make secret rendezvous with at night. I’m pretty much a boring girl in this average society. My grades are outstanding. That’s about the only accomplishment I think I can take credit for. Not even living is an accomplishment, it’s more of a chore.

I woke up that Wednesday morning in the middle of September, I remember it clearly. Outside was foggy, the room was cold and had a stale scent. From downstairs was quiet, Too quiet. Surely my older sister would be singing in the shower, or my mother cooking.

As I walked down the stairs, a waft of air came from the living room. It smelled of rot and decay.

I am...?

• Animal - Eevee
• Like an Eevee, I can become anything I want
• Car - 1967 Black Chevy Impala
• I’m durable and dependable
• Article of Clothing - Wristband
• I hide secrets from the world
• Day of the Week - Thursday
• I’m a reminder it isn’t over yet
• Food - Cinnamon Roll
• I’m sweet and warm
• Color - Green
• The color of Kindness that shines through my soul
• Movie - Castle in the Sky
• I actually just love this movie
• Fragrance - Vanilla and Rain
• Sweet and Refreshing, a calming combination
• Type of Building - House
• I am filled with stories and memories that cannot be erased
• Plant - Moon Lily
• I bloom under the moon’s graceful watch
• Musical Instrument - Ocarina
• Unusual but still capable of emitting a beautiful sound
• Geometric Shape - Heart
• My heart is my best attribute
• Piece of Furniture - Hearth
• I am the heart of the home
• Song - Run to You, PTX
• I will always run to you
• Season - Fall
• Even when things fall around me, I am still beautiful
• TV Character - Dean Winchester
• I love my family and would go to hell and back for them
• Cartoon/Comic Character - Lucy Heartfillia
• The love for my friends opens the gates to the stars
• Appliance/Machinery - Headphones
• I block out the world around with music
• Natural Phenomenon - Rainbow
• After every storm I Leave behind my colors
• Word - Mysterious
• You never know what you’ll get from me

Which one?

1. Which is more fearful? Old or New?
1. Old is more fearful. You know what to expect, you know every turn, every twist. Being stuck in an endless loop of the same repetitive cycle is boring and painful.
2. Which is more difficult? A dream or A nightmare?
1. A dream is more difficult. You detach from reality and lose consciousness of your senses. In a nightmare, you can feel you’re alive.
3. Which is like a valentine? A truth or A lie?
1. A lie is more like a valentine. To fabricate our affections we hide behind stuffed animals and chocolates instead of using our own words to convey our feelings.
4. Which has more pride? An entrance or An exit?
1. An exit has more pride than an entrance ever will. It takes more pride to leave a battle than to enter one.
5. Which is more suspenseful? Rain or Snow?
1. We always know what follows the rain, so the snow is more suspenseful.
6. Which is like a contest? A cloud or a Sunset?
1. A sunset is definitely a contest. The sun cascades a warm, radiant, and beautiful light across the horizon while it sets. It envelopes us in its warm embrace.
7. Which has less charm? A signature or An autograph?
1. An autograph has less charm, it’s signed for millions of people and means absolutely nothing when there are thousands of copies everywhere.
8. Which is sadder? Find or Seek?
1. Find is much sadder. Once you find what you search for, the adventure is gone.
9. Which is wiser? Pen or Pencil?
1. A pen is wiser, as it reflects reality. Once it is written, it cannot be undone, just like when you say something harmful, you cannot take it back
10. Which is more useful? A friend or an Enemy?
1. An Enemy is more useful than a friend for the simple fact that they notice things about you your friends would push to the side because it isn’t that important to them. An enemy is more useful because while your friends may treat you like a sensitive baby, your enemy knows your weaknesses and strengths better than anyone, because they’re the one who would want to tear you down, but because of this, you can become friends.

Sunsets

They say when an artist dies, God welcomes them with open arms, and allows them to paint the sunset as their last mark on the world. I was always fascinated with that story, and it compelled me to become interested in art from a very young age. Ever since I was five I’ve always loved to paint, and draw.

As I was walking home one day, I stopped on an old, wooden bridge and stared at the sunset. Whoever had died today, was a beautiful painter. I set my sketchbook inside my satchel, staring at the sun as it set behind the horizon. That was the last thing I ever saw..

When I came to, my body was sore, and the area around me was an intensely bright, yet relaxing white. I scanned the area, trying to figure out just where I had ended up. The only thought that played through my mind was the sunset before blacking out. Standing up, I walked around the seemingly endless plain. I hadn’t been paying much attention to what I was walking on, until I fell and landed face first in it. I winced, expecting pain to circulate through my head, but instead it was like meeting a pillow. Huh.

“Where am I??” I pondered loudly, feeling the fluffy substance between my hands. I decided I should look up, and I met the eyes of a gentle soul.

“Hello my child.” It spoke quietly

“Um, hello. My name is Lumina. Where am I?”

“Ah, well child, you are in Heaven. It is nearly sunset. I have brought you here so you may paint the sky tonight.”

“Paint the…. A-Am I dead?”

“Yes, child. You have passed from the mortal realm, but here you will be allowed to be free and enjoy yourself here until you choose to be reborn.”
“Oh, well, alright…” I looked at my right hand, a paintbrush had materialized in it. I gripped the brush firmly. I couldn’t be dreaming, this was all too real.

“Are you God?”

“Yes, I am child.”

That was all I needed.

I began to search for the colors I needed, and they seemed to appear from nowhere. Instinctively I began to mix paints, splatter them over the clouds, combine colors to get the right shades and eventually, I finished. I took a step back, smiling as the sunset I had created, was my mark on the world I once resided in,

Then I woke up, I was staring at a fluorescent hospital light. I felt the IV’s in my arms, and my body ached horribly. I immediately took action, and before any nurses could attempt to stop me, I got up, unhooked some of the monitors I was on, and I shuffled to the window weakly. The sunset I saw brought me to tears, as I stared at my own creation. My knees gave up, and I slowly slid down the small metal pole that held the saline bags that were trickling into my veins and wept as I watched my creation begin to set.