Tuesday, January 31, 2017

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

Monday, January 30, 2017

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.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Why?

I am not alive, I am dead. Why? 
I think I would rather be alive, but I am not. 
Well, for example, i was alive and it was warm. 

The warmth began to fade.
I wondered, why?
Days, weeks, and months had past me by.
The warmth lingered, yet dwindled.
Three years had passed since I first noticed its absence. 

I woke up one day, and everything was cold. It wasn't painfully cold, just slightly uncomfortable. 
I got up and walked to the bathroom like I would any day, and stared in the mirror. 
My face was pale, my lips were a bruised blue, I looked dead. 

I touched my cheek gingerly, my shaky hands
causing me to tremble at my own touch.
I could hear my heart beating fast
my head began to spin.
I took a shower,
letting the hot water caress my skin.
Nothing.

I made some hot soup,
its broth flavored liquid pouring 
down my throat
Yet, nothing happened.

I bundled in my
warmest clothes and blankets
yet the warmth never
touched my heart.

I cried myself to sleep
that night. 
Only to wake up.

The dream had ended.
I ran to the bathroom,
looking at my face and
how peachy it looked.
The red of my lips brought
tears to my eyes.
I was alive.

I'm Just dead on the inside.
That's where it counts.

Darkness and Light

Darkness is very quiet. Why Well, Darkness doesn't like interacting with many people. She is very shy. People always associate her with the lack of color, like she is void of the prism colors, when in reality, one the inside, she is very colorful.
Light is very bright, and he is all over the place. There isn't a moment in time when Light isn't bouncing around and talking to someone. He loves everyone, and he is usually associated with a mixture of all colors, when in truth, he has no color.
One day, Light was gloomy. He hung his head  low, and he only had a soft shimmer to him. It was soothing, but nobody seemed to notice he wasn't bouncing around like usual. Well, almost nobody noticed. Darkness noticed. She had always admired his brilliance from afar, afraid of her dimming his shine.
   "H-Hey Light..." She spoke to him softly, her hair falling in her face from under her hood.
   "Oh,... hey Darkness." His tone was gloomy as well. Darkness sat next to him, keeping her knees to her chest, her eyes gazing over him, trying to figure why he was so glum.
   "What's wrong? You aren't so perky anymore. It's as if someone stole your light..." She giggled at how bad the pun was, and was surprised to hear him chuckle at it too. His smile gave her butterflies. 
   "I dunno, I just feel so bland around everyone else. I have no color."
Darkness slowly reached for his hand and smiled, rubbing her hand against his. As she did so, small blue marks were left on him. He looked surprised.
   "Are you secretly a dark royal blue??"
   "No, I'm darkness, I am all of the colors in one big swirl. I'm just scared of everyone. Well, everyone except you."
   "Oh, except me huh?"
She nodded at him and felt some red apply to her cheeks. She gnawed on the inside of her cheeks and thought. How could she make him happy? He said he was sad, because he had no color to him. So what could she do...?
   "Hey, Light. I came up with an idea."
   "What is it??"
   "Well, Light creates Darkness, and Light creates color. So I could be your color...?"
Her face turned a dark shade of red as he smiled at her. His eyes were gentle and she seemed to get lost in them.
   "If you're willing to be my color in this world, then I'll be your Light to help you find your way fi you're lost, okay?"
   "Okay!!!!"


- Fin, for now