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 "Hey, Brian!" Zacky called to me from the edge of the pool. He was holding onto the wall, where the water was too deep for him to stand. I was lying back on a chair a little bit away from the water. Moving my sunglasses from in front of my eyes to on top of my head, I asked him, "Yeah, what is it?" "Why don't you come in the water?" he inquired. He splashed a little up at me with his hands to prove his point. "Aw, come on…" I grumbled, quickly wiping the drops of water off of my chest with a towel. After being in the harsh sunlight, the cold water was actually relatively soothing. Of course, I wasn't going to admit that. "I was tr

"Cinderella, brush my hair for me. 1000 strokes, no more, no less."            Scowling, I walked over to that poisonous woman, her silver hairbrush resting in my hand. "Yes, Mother dearest." I muttered, taking my place in the chair next to her. Every single day, it was the same old thing; a list of dull, uninteresting tasks, all of them demanding to be completed. Life had become something of a bore, but it was my life, and I took it in stride, fighting to find some enjoyment in it. "Cinderella, have I ever told you the story of my wonderfully perfect life?" Mother asked, waving her hand fo

Your presence is as peaceful and steady as the silver moonlight streaming in through my open window; as comforting as being curled up on the couch with a hot cup of cocoa in front of a warm fire. Your soft gentle eyes are the first things I think of when I wake and the last things I see before I go to bed. A little chat with you is the perfect way to end the day, any day of the week. Oh how I do adore your lovely deep voice - each word worth all the gems in this world. I would readily surrender everything I possess to hear your laugh, to see your smile as that familiar mischievous twinkle returns to your eye. But alas: I am blessed in tha

The Most Important Prize Explosions rang out in a deep forest outside of the city. Screams of pain and terror echoed throughout the night, at times being louder than the explosions. Inhuman roars joined the cavalcade of noises coming from the forest. In the forest, a young man in a black T-shirt was going up against a giant shadow creature, who was guarding the World Jewel. The young man ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, staining his hair red with blood. He looked up at the monster, who did not have a scratch on him. “I really should not have come here by myself,” the man mumbled, trying to start up another spel

He was power. He was beauty. He was grace. The entire world was his playground and every single creature, man, demon, and beast, bowed before him. His dark eyes were always there watching everything. He knew everything around him, but yet it wasn't enough to thwart the humans' plans.     Standing on the dais above his favored land, staring down at the humans that were kept by the demons, he could see that the creatures were weak, but they were in his image. They looked like him while the stronger beings were horrid. It was too much for him to take. He wanted the horrid beasts wiped out. He wanted a beautiful world, one as beautiful as he him

Without The Night (Syniah) ~ Chapter 1: ******************************************** Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make. ~ Bela Lugosi, Dracula Calista Edenborough looked around as she made her way down to the basement of the large building. Every little noise frayed her nerves more and more. Clutching a small wooden box to her chest, she steeled herself the rest of the way to the dungeon-like area in the very deepest, darkest recesses of the basement. Her heart stopped for a brief moment when the guard started to turn around and faced her. The familiar eyes and warm smile made her feel better instantly. "You have

What I want to be Is a mystery. I cannot get straight My priorities. Live happy or live long? Train in psychiatry or song? Help others or help me? Will I ever even be Who I wanna be? To save or be saved? Stay strong? Try to escape? Play along? Be a victim? Just a pawn? Upstaged by Doe, comma John? Will I ever really be Someone with a purpose? Can I be me? Not a slave pressed into service? I'm not all that special I don't know what people see in me My mind is my master, my body just a vessel, But I don't know who I really want to be.

I see your bookcase has brought you to your knees Because there was too much beauty on its shelves The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease Trying to hide the story it has to tell It has grown thicker with every passing year Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link Just because the book has remained unused It does not mean its beauty will diminish Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow It does not mean that your story has finished You will crawl from the shadows to your feet Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man Homo e

“Chris, what time are we supposed to leave for the party again?” Jen yelled from her comfy spot on the couch. “Well, you know how they do! Party starts at around 10 pm so in about thirty or so minutes” he replied from the hallway bathroom “Fuck!” Jen exclaimed, jumping up from her spot and running toward their bedroom. “Good thing I went ahead and picked out your outfit for you. It’s on the bed love!” Chris chuckled as she ran by. She stopped dead in her tracks as she entered the room and saw the beautiful purple with silver sparkle dress laying on the bed. She quickly changed, did a m