Every “Ocean’s Heart,” day—which is what we call a beach holiday—our whole town comes together, we bake cookies, bring food and random trinkets to play with… and each house has a bowl, you can write whatever you want it in. This year, all of my friends and family, gathered around eating cookies and started to write our letters for my bowl—for _me_ to read. Each house had a bowl, assigned to each p...
The boss—Alex—and the maid—Alecia—both Bestfriends tried to hide their feelings, but tension always bubbled up.
“Sir,” Alecia said, walking into his office.
“You can have a break.” Alex said.
“Thank you,” She bowed.
“Why don’t you come sit?” Alex’s friend said flirtatiously.
“Yes, please, sit.” Alex chimed in.
“Okay,” She adjusted herself onto the seat.
“This is my maid, Alecia.”
“You ...
Sometimes I lay silently on the grass and listened to the trees agrue. This is my favorite pastime.
I don’t have any friends, so I pretend as if they’re my best friends—pathetic I know.
But what can I do? I’m the red-headed girl in my class, no one wants to be friends with a _carrot_.
Suddenly I hear words, not words from the trees, but coming from somewhere.
I quickly brush my hands on...
This was my refuge, my hiding place.
Growing up, when my heart wilted and the petals dropped, I ran to my big oak tree.
I turned the sign over, then felt a sigh of relief. The next door neighbors haven’t gotten rid of it yet.
I had all my firsts here—my first steps—which my mother went on and on about—my first word, my first crush—which happened to be my guy Bestfriend. _Everything happened ...
The smell of Blood mingled with metal. “Who’s in here,” I say, teeth clenched, holding a metal rod.
Hearing something move—a screech echoes.
“Are you kidding me? Who let you out again?”
I sigh. Someone let the shadows out again! This is child’s play, _how petty. _
_ _Ripping my skirt, I prepare for a fight.
The shadow comes out, light reflecting revealing her wings.
“You get over here...
Was I like a puzzle he wanted to crack?
“Why?”
“Cause I would like to take you out on a date.”
“Hmm. _No_.”
“Was it because I didn’t bring flowers?”
“Yes,” I mock. “It _was_ the flowers.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “What kind do you like?”
“Why would I volunteer that information?”
“Because.”
“Fine. Golden bane.”
He walked away.
Jokes on him, _those aren’t real flowers._
I walked home. Af...
The scars on our hearts
Makes it hard to see the stars
Even when our life feels so empty and apart, we will live life to the fullest,
So in the end our life will be bold.
I won’t let you steal my heart, even when you come to tear me apart.
I won’t let your fake reality make me pry, I will hold myself up, because you and your fake lies don’t deserve anything more than your own cries.
I won’t...
**I walk around, hearing footsteps. **
** I grab a frying pan and head to the sound, I guess I turned into Rapunzel the minute the hair was bleached blonde. **
** “Hello?” I said, doing circles around. **
**Suddenly arms wrap around me and I hit someone with the pan.**
** “Ouch!” He screamed.**
**“Bro?” I say, shocked.**
** “Hey, Rapunzel can you put the pan down?” He said, one hand up and t...
I walked up—more like ran up, to hug my Bestfriend. Her parents wouldn’t allow me to see her in the hospital, after her fatal crash…
She hugged me hesitantly.
“Who are you?” She said, and my breathing staggered.
“I’m your Bestfriend?” She shook her head and I added, “You remeber me? I’m Kennedy.”
“Nice to meet you Kennedy,” She smiled hesitantly.
My heart broke right then, right there, ...
All night I pondered the possibility of us being together? It was zero to none wasnt it?….
_ Why hadn’t I asked for his name? _
I woke up at dawn, got ready, then headed for work—‘Lillies coffee shop’, when I got a call.
“Hmm, hello?” I asked, phone pressed to my face while turning the key into the lock, ready to open shop.
“Hi, is this Jemma?” A man with a British accent said.
“Uhhh...
