Hi! I love to read anything fantasy or fiction, and am a huge believer in Percabeth. I love to write poetry and short storiesđđâ¤ď¸ (also love emojis)
Hi! I love to read anything fantasy or fiction, and am a huge believer in Percabeth. I love to write poetry and short storiesđđâ¤ď¸ (also love emojis)
âI think I might be dying!â I gasp to my friend Bianca as we walk through the hall.
âWhat are you talking about, Bea? Finally accepting you canât take every single class and club sophomore year?â Bianca says, giving me one of her famous sarcastic looks. But she doesnât understand.
âNo! I took an emergency medical class last summer and I have the same symptoms as a heart attack. Sweaty palms, racin...
When autumn arrives,
The birds start to soar,
None as high or far,
As the geese migrating.
Miles and miles,
Their shadows stroking the ground,
The birds leaping through clouds,
Reaching for stars and touching the sun.
Yet how far can a bird fly,
Before they start to falter,
To wane and whine and wail,
As the destination never nears?
Because of this,
Geese never migrate alone,
They fly in a V,
A...
A field of peonies,
Blossom across the floor,
The liquid of life,
So vital and yet so abundant,
It continues to pour across the ground,
Forming intricate puddles,
As the man looks to the sky,
Eternally studying the stars,
For he cannot close his eyes,
Because his blood paints the floor,
A murderous red,
And even when looking to the stars,
All he can see,
Is death....
âTake your shot, stranger. Youâll only get one,â Tyler said, staring down the barrel of my gun. Who does this guy think he is? I hold his life in my hands and heâs acting like he has the gun!
âListen up, Tyler. I donât know what you think is happening right now, but you are on thin ice. Now kneel before I paint the alley with your brains.â
âWell, thatâs quite the mental image, but I think itâs bes...
âWhy is it that the dead are seen as gone?â
I mean⌠are the people who think that really wrong?
âWe are simply out of reach like distant stars!â
Still farther than I can get to by car.
âDeath is another stage of life in a way.â
So then why is it that in death you stay?
âNo angel of Death can steal someoneâs light.â
So what? You stare down Death and ask for a fight?
âThe sun dips below the horizon...
âIâm getting married!â Julie burst, jumping up and down. She and her best friend Kevin had stopped by their life long favorite ice cream shop, Creamy Bliss, and she couldnât keep the secret any longer.
âWait, what? Really?â Kevin asked, stunned.
âYeah, me and George! Can you believe it?â
âHardly! Congrats, Jules.â Kevin forced a smile, trying to be happy for the girl who meant ev...
âWell⌠this is awkward,â the woman said sitting across from me.
Instead of answering, I started trying to figure out where I was. Tan walls that were in desperate need of some kind of decoration, a concrete floor begging to skin some knees, but no door. Or windows.
âHey, dude! Can you give me some acknowledgment?â She prodded, bringing my eyes back to her. Hair the color of honey, baggy shir...