I looked up at the moon It shined just like you. I looked up with passion It turned everything blue.
Hearts on my car Kisses on cheeks Memories saved And I get to love you, another day.
I looked up at you You smile like the moon. I looked up with love You became my glue.
Secret Rendezvous Whispered Sweet-Nothings Watching my tv all night And still youâre here and I love you for another day.
I looked up at the clouds Theyâre beautiful like you. I looked up with glee Imagining just you and me.
Car rides Record trips Stupid jokes between stupid kids And I knew again, I loved you for another day.
I looked up at the clock You had me shaken with doubt. I looked up with hope Only, to be shot right down.
Midnight calls Cries and pleas What a pathetic me And then I knew, Our love ended right infront of me.
Do you think the sun gets lonely up there? Loneliness Stems of love. The sun is alone without the moon. I became nothing without you.
{Iâm still in love with you, no matter what you do.}
{Age of Love: A short story} (AOL is a original piece by me and you can find it on my profile)
"Do you regret it?" I had never even thought about that, I mean, why would I? "No. But do you?" I retaliated. I knew what the response should be, but I have trust in him. There I sat in front of Roman on my houseâs deck, the palm leaf fan was moving slowly and the sounds of the ocean filled the silence left between me and him. He sat, staring down at the light wood planks that made up the flooring in here. "I do."
Two years ago Rome and I started daring after our small rendezvous on my 18th birthday. It was strange, I never wouldâve thought heâd be my first love. Yet, there he was. Roman and I hated each other. Heâd bully and tease me, he hated my guts which made everything heâd do worse, he made my life hell while also being my brotherâs best friend. He is an asshole with a sour attitude, I fucking hated him. However, he was there. Technically⌠I initiated it, so this is my fault, but he never stopped me. I became committed to him, we went on secret dates, had stupid conversations, we started laughing together, and somehow heâd always end up in my room after hours. I truly was infatuated with him, and.. I figured he was as well. Now 2 years have passed and what? Is he done with me? Sick of me? Or was it just all in my head to begin with?
"Iâm sorry blondie, this was never going to work." He said solemnly, I just sat stunned. I figured he was committed to me as well- thatâs what he told me. "We made it work for two years, Rome." I spoke out, at this point it was my mind on autopilot, I didnât want to say anything I mean, he should leave if he wants too. "Two hard years of you lying and me lying. I mean hell, shit was hell, dude." He made me pissed off. Usually I wouldnât take this from him, but when youâre enemies but then lovers, you canât. "Goodbye Roman." I said before I left him on my deck. I wasnât trying to fight. He wants it done?
Then so do I.
{This is not apart of the actual AOL storyline <3}
The crowd roared, signs waving around the whole block, castle guards holding some down, banners waving in the wind, and one me on stage.
The Starr family has had magic running in their blood since the dawn of time, their family is the only one. Theyâve ruled over Theria for centuries, itâs almost impossible to find a time when they didnât. Rich, stuck up snobs who believe theyâre better than the rest just because they can shoot glitter out of their hands and say âBibbidi Boppity Boo" like freaks. And what goes great with stuck up royalty? Destroying the lives of their people. The non-magical folk.
The royal bloodline each has their own unique stories and their powers grow with each passing day. Queen Camella, a master of sorcerer magic. King Korren, a conjurer. Prince and Princess Rowan and Raina, the twins with magic of ice and fire. And lastly, the former queen, Lady Rose. She is the wielder of the ability to wreak havoc, or make somewhere the greatest place to live. â Obviously she does neither.
This family of 5 holds the very essence of this townâs life in their hands. Looking down upon us, hating and making our lives miserable while acting so pristinely.
No one can come out, and no one can leave. Weâre prisoners to the privileged assholes of Theria.
I, Philip Serein, was born to two wonderful parents. Ones who worshipped and adored the royal family, ones whoâd offer even their last breath to them. Itâd been like that since the minute I was born; They offered my mortality and soul to the King and Queen, and they happily accepted. Story goes that if you offer something of grave value or significance to the Starrâs, than theyâd redeem it by keeping you out of harms way and in the loving hands of our Queenâs magic.
They killed them on the spot.
"Hah! You would risk your mortal life just to prove a point?" The prince appeared next to me on the stage. God, I could just sock him in the face. "Better than conforming and bowing down to stuck up assholes like yourself." I hissed and his hand- before I could react- went right across my face. Gasps from the corwd filled the silence that the sound of his hand impacting my face had left. "Watch who you are talking to, Failen*." [Failen* are non-magic folk.] "No longer will any of us bow down to your sickening ways, your hypocrisy and the hate that you all inflict on us." I spoke into the microphone that had sat on the front of the stage. "You kill just to kill, you discriminate against people who canât even control what they are, you sit like rich pompus pricks up in your barrier protected castle and only come down to sicc your disgusting pleasure of making people suffer onto us." I went on, the crowd agreed and continued to wave their signs. The prince stood wide eyed, as if he had any idea what was going on. "You ended my parents lives, just for fun. You do the same with other mortal people. But you lot arenât safe yourselves." The threat wasnât apart of my script, but I meant it. Anger boiled in me as the place where Rowan slapped me stung. I, and the rest of this town, have had enough torture of these royals. And itâs about time we start the change.
{End}
When someone reaches the age of 18, theyâre finally able to feel love. Their hearts open up and they can experience other people and the emotions they offer. Everyone dreams of their first love⌠Man, boy, woman, girl, and of course anything in between; No matter who you were, you would find love at 18. Today, is finally my day. August 20th, when I was born 18 years ago, to my beautiful mother and my father who has always been a mystery.
"Iâve dreamed of loving someone since I was like⌠3" I laughed and my friend, Marley, nodded along with me.
"As everyone does, Callum." She shook her head. What if I loved her? Marley Kory, my best friend who Iâve known since I was in Kingergarten. Sheâs decent looking, pretty brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. Iâve always had a connection with her, I mean why else would we be friends?
"Nuh uh, a lot of people donât really care to find love as soon as they turn the age." I shrugged and took a sip of my iced tea.
"Well⌠Okay yeah, just you Cal." She laughed as she also took a drink of whatever she had ordered. She took me out for my birthday, a small drink bar that was just on the beach that we lived on. It was a normal sunny afternoon, but I could tell, everything was going to change.
"I wonder who Iâll meet. I wonder who is going to be my first love." I daydreamed about meeting a pretty girl, maybe someone I know⌠Or some stranger Iâll find in the strangest of circumstances. Ah, what a dream this is.
"Pfft, youâre too excited." Marley sipped on her drink.
We both joked around a bit more before we hugged goodbye and I was off on my next calling for my wonderful birthday.
//
"Happy birthday my baby boy!" My mother placed a soft kiss on my forhead as she ran her fingers through my hair, I couldnât help but laugh out of slight embarrassment.
"Happy birthday Cal."
"Yeah, hbd Calcium." Both of my older brothers said. Of course Erin had some stupid ass joke to make over my name.
"Be nice Erin." My mom huffed before we continued on with the day.
I wished for something, for love, when I blew out the 18 candles on top of my strawberry cake that my mama made for me.
As the candlesâ flames went out I could feel the change within my body. On a childâs 18th birthday, when they blow out their candles on the exact time when they were born, thatâs when the oxytocin is released within you. Causing your heart to beat differently, and your mind to see the world in a more rose tinted lense. I waited for this exact time since I was born. Iâve always been in-love with the idea of love⌠And now I finally can.
"How youâ feel kiddo?" My other brother Ren asked as he placed his arm around my shoulder.
"The same to be honest, but different in a way." I laughed just looking around the room at my family.
We celebrated for a while longer.
The sun began to set and the wind picked up as the night began to roll in. Ren and Erin went back to their apartment awhile after I blew out the candles. My mom sat watching âThe Bachelorâ on TV, as she usually did on Tuesdays. I changed into a pair of shorts and my favorite black zip-up and walked out to the beach.
The ocean breeze was perfect, salty and crisp. It was truly, my perfect night. I began to lose track of my thoughts, and it twisted into me feeling anxious.
I am an anxious person, I get in my head and then everything around me crumbles⌠As if the weight of my own imaginitive outcomes are bearing down on me and I forget how to breathe.
What if I canât love?, What will happen if I never meet someone?, I canât love, Iâm my fatherâs child. Fears upon fears raced through my head, I canât fathom not loving, I canât even begin to feel anything of the sorts.
"Hey!" What if I never love? "Blondie!?" What if I never meet anyone what if Iâm doomed by the people who gave me life what if everything iâve dreamed of isnât even in the cards for me? "Hey!" My breath shortened as I looked up at the person in front of me. What was going on? "Are you okay?" The blurred person asked, I could hear them, but I canât see and I canât feel, I canât breathe. "Hey just, come take a seat. Try counting with me.." The person took my arm and drug me through the sandy beach, at some point I had sat down. Everythings a blur, I canât see anything, am I even still on the beach? Who is this person?
"Good, just breathe in, and out slowly. Everything is okay, you are okay." The picture of the guy became clearer. Rome Kory. It was Roman Kory who was sitting beside me, the older brother of my best friend. "Roman..?" My head pounded as I slowly caught my breath, wheezing through each breath. "Hey blondie. You doinâ alright?" It was strange of him to ask. Me and Rome never got along, he hated my guts, would always make fun of me and was my older brotherâs best friend. I always hated him. Iâve always hated him. "No, obviously not, genius." I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Man just saved you from passing out and you still have enough energy to be a dick." The brunette laughed with a scoff hidden in it.
I blinked, waking up from the panic. Roman was sitting on my left, looking out into the dark sky that met with the dark sea. His curly brown hair blew with the wind that wooshed around in the air. His jawline was perfect, he had a few small veins visible in his neck along with his butterfly tattoo.. His body was outlined by the light from the moon, and the loose tank top he was wearing was moving slightly along with the wind. His vine tattoo down his arm was always a crowd favorite. Rome was a painting youâd go to see at a museum. "Youâre staring. Blondie." His voice touched the inside of my body, my face flushed, I hadnât even realized he knew I was up. "Shit- no I wasnât." I cleared my throat as I looked around at anything but him. But somehow⌠My eyes always led back to him. "Happy birthday, by the way." He mumbled with a small smile along his face. His happy birthdayâ Made me happier than any of the ones I had gotten today. "T-thanks." I could just imagine how second hand embarrassing that stutter was. "Pfft, youâre pathetic, yâknow Callum?" The way he said my name, sent shivers down my spine.
What is this? Whatâs wrong with me? I hate Roman. I donât even like to be around him, let alone talk to him. It made me sick to the stomach thinking I was sitting here with him⌠Yet I canât bring myself to go away. The ache in my chest wasnât like anything Iâd felt before. Of course me and Rome were around each other a lot, heâs my best friendâs older brother, however I never felt anything aside from that hate for him. He mocked me constantly, making fun of my looks, my voice, my grades in school, how much shorter I was than him, my style, just honestly anything he could think of. Why would he even care? Why do I care? Heâs almost 4 years older than me. Heâs known me since I was little, considering he was my brotherâs best friend.
But the way his curls framed his face, the way his dark eyes and long eyelashes complimented his tan skin tone, how his jaw and his tattoos were practically staples of the way Roman looks⌠I couldnât stop myself. I turned over and took his face, and before I could even think or stop myself, I connected out lips. "What the hell?" The guy pushed me back and I stayed leaned into him as he just looked into my eyes. What did I just do⌠Fuck impulsivity. He reconnected with me. This time more passionately. Damn it. Why did he have to show up tonight? Why did this happen? Why am I currently making out with someone whoâs not only 4 years older than me, but also my brotherâs best friend and MY best friendâs brother. But, we didnât stop.
{Roman & Callum, this is just the beginning <3} {End! TBC(?)}
{WDYWFM? - The Neighbourhood <3 TW: Use of derogatory language}
"I was just trying to be what you wanted." "K, what are you doing?" The tall brunette answered his boyfriend who was standing there in a outfit he had never even seen before. "I- This is what you want." The latter stumbled for a response to the other. "Yâknow, like you said." His voice dropped a bit as he looked down. The taller man laughed and walked to the shorter one and cupped his face in his hands as he listed his face to look at him, "Kieran, itâs okay doll. I just like you." He smiled as he placed a soft kiss upon his boyfriendâs lips, and they boths laughed.
Nothing stayed that way, of course. Everything between them fell apart when Kieranâs boyfriend, Eryx, had suddenly become distracted. Kieran couldnât keep him around, he always had places to go or things to do⌠It made Kieran worry. The two had always been together, your normal childhood-sweethearts. Eryx was three years olfer than Kieran, but that never separated them at all, they were always together. Years later, Eryx admitted to having romatincal feelings for his friend; Of course it was reciprocated, but their relationship wasnât without struggles. When two men begin to date, it develops problems in communities, especially when theyâre fairly popular in their area. Kieran was often insecure, however Eryx was always willing to do anything for him, they would do anything for each other. Or, Kieran thought anyway.
"Hey doll, donât wait up, Iâm going to meet with Ciera." The brunette said as he walked right out of the door of their small one bedroom apartment, leaving Kieran behind open mouthed as he was going to say bye, but before he could, Eryx was gone. "Love you." He sighed under his breath as he retreated to the shared bedroom of the lovers. He crawled into his side of the bed and laid facing the ceiling. 'What am I doing wrong?' He kept thinking, he looked back on everything him and Eryx had been through but, nothing made sense. They were happy- why the sudden change? With all these thoughts, Kieran fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he wouldnât find his boyfriend next to him. "What the hell EryxâŚ" He sighed as he got himself up. Walking out into the apartment, it was dim, cold, lonely. The blonde just sighed once more.
// "Pfft, no. Why would he care?" The brunette laughed, you could almost hear the alcohol in his voice. "Uh I dunnoâ maybe because his boyfriend has been ignoring him lately, is out getting drunk with girls, and doesnât even show up at night? Hell, Iâd care too." His friend, Ciera, spoke. Ciera was his friend, his first girlfriend when they were younger. (âAlso Kieranâs #1 defender.) "Who cares. Let the fag do whatever." Even Eryx was taken aback by the words that escaped his mouth. He sat up and stared dumbfoundedly at Ciera. "⌠No no- I didnât-" Before he could defend himself, Ciera slapped him across the face. "I suggest you sober up. Eryx." And with that, she left. There sat the drunken brunette, he had no words, no idea what to do, he would never call Kieran that⌠Only he did.
Ciera stopped by the apartment of her two friends, and with a knock on the door, Kieran stood with it open. "Oh- Hey Ciera, whats up?" He was in fact disappointed that it wasnât Eryx, but itâs always nice to see a friend. "I have to talk to you⌠About Eryx." She said in a dulcet tone, and Kieran welcomed her into their house. Ciera came clean about drinking with Eryx, for months they had been drinking and ending up in each otherâs rooms. However she put an end to it about a month ago, and they had just been drinking buddies lately. "âŚHe called you a.." She couldnât even say the word, she knew it was something that always hurt Kieran to hear. He just sighed through his silent tears. "Thank you Ciera." He said in response to everything. He had nothing else to say. And soon enough, the once shared apartment that had memories and love within itâs walls, was now empty. //
"WELL I CANâT BE A GIRL, I TRIED SO HARD TO BE EVERYTHING YOU WANTED BUT I WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH? WAS I?" Through tears Kieran spilled his heart out to his former boyfriend who now stood in front of him. "IâM SORRY I WAS NEVER ENOUGH. I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE WHAT YOU WANTED!" He shouted, and Eryxâs heart fell. He had treated his heart so poorly, when he shouldâve held it closer to him. He was always making jokes- Kieran however was always insecure of himself, and Eryxâs actions just justified every single fear Kieran had. "Kieran I-" "No, just go. Please just leave." His voice ached as he sent the latter away. "Iâm sorry- you were always enough. You were never in competition." He muttered before he walked out on his ex boyfriend, sealing their breakup, completely.
{again, rushed but its d r a m a t i c}
{Disclaimer: These Gods are one's I have chosen from my own imaginative worlds. These do not pertain to other mythology.}
As kids, we were told the stories about the kings and queens who ruled above. Gods and Goddesses of every single thing you could think of; Earth, fire, wind, seas, love, feast, famine, war, and on. The God's of course were mythical. They never existed. That's how we thought, at least. Until April 17th of 2028. The clouds split, gasps from the streets of the cities, the sun now sending rays down shining on the opening. Unrecognizable beings stood in a formation of the shape of a triangle. When did they come? Who are they?
Nefaria, goddess of the war stood tall and proud amongst the people. Her build was tall, slim, and a pale grey skin complemented her long mystical blue hair and eyes. She stared down at the citizens of the poor city of Urea. "Distasteful." She said, and with a snap, blood scattered everywhere. Corpses fell as a blur of white returned to the side of Nefaria. That monster was Yuel, who was the Demi-god of hunt. Mist fell as it slowed, unveiling a horrid creature. His body was one of a Wolf, fur coat in the purest white, along its head were thirteen jagged horns. His eyes were completely grey with hints of white in them, his tail had spikes starting from its back, and to top it off were his razor sharp, blood-stained teeth. He was terrifying. -- Not to mention, almost 6 feet tall. Nefaria's hand rested on the head of Yuel. "Clean this up." Her low voice drug out as she moved on. And as she requested, her followers cleansed the street she was in.
Slowly more and more Gods arrived staking their claim in each part of Urea. People died left and right, bloodshed became the normal. Soon enough, the only things that remained where the God's monsters that had accompanied them on their descent. Yuel, the Demi god of the hunt. A Rathe, a lanky skinny figure who could find anyone in a second. The twin monsters, Amolian and Achlys, the demi-gods of feast and famine. And so many others... No street was safe. It was inescapable.
I am Raimind, the God of Veils. I am one who studies these gods, these monsters and their lives. I was always apart of them, however I ran. Gods are not beautiful, kind, and all-powerful. They are evil, condescending and disgusting. When I went against them, I was banished down into Urea as Raiden. So by technicality there is nothing special about me. Only now... I'm shielding over 600 habitants in a veil-like parallel to keep them from the hunt. The Gods are after me. I brought this fight to Urea, what more could I do than to save some of the poor souls?
Gods are simply bedtime stories, are they not? They don't exist. And I will make sure none of these people find out that Gods exist. Allow them to live in bliss.
{TBC (?)}
I was born to die, weâve all known it. I mean, everyone is born to die, however my luck was on the side of death.
The God nodded as he listened to the girl who sat in front of him. It was another moment, where she talked and he listened. It wasnât unusual for her to visit, like she said, she was born to die. "But death isnât quite as bad as it seems, Ophelia." His attempts at cheering the young girl up typically never seemed to work, but sheâd play it off as if it did. "I know! I have my best friend here." Ophelia smiled brightly, her smile was kind, her eyes were sweet however swirled with pain. Death nodded, he knew that it was a sad way of life.. For your best friend to be the God of death. "I cannot be your only friend, Ophelia..?" His voice was warped in an interesting way, a dark way, one that would typically send people fleeing. Though, she never seemed to care. The girl simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "Youâre the only one who cares," She expressed, before she disappeared once more. "Goodbye, Death!" And the God was alone. Once more.
Ophelia opened her eyes, a shock of breath brought her to a sitting position. She looked around in a panic as she tried to breathe⌠She stared at the childish posters and the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, she slowly calmed down as she saw the the hospital room. Empty yet again, alone yet again. "Why wonât you take me?" She sighed to herself. Being so young and pleading for Death to take her away was a sad sight. She had nothing left. And her heart slipped again soon afterwards, and she was face to face with her favorite friend.
tss. Open the can Pop off the tab Laugh alongside each other
tss. Again and Again opening that can Keep the tabs Get sugar high alongside each other
tss. That can wasnât mine. Blue and silver. Keep that tab, itâs not mine.
tss. Sat across the hall Drinking with a friend Those blue cans.
tss. What ever happened to our dr. pepper cans? when did you sucumb to that blue can? when did you stop keeping my tabs?
tss. Drunken laughs Stupid jokes And Sober tears.
tss. Bring me back to the dr. pepper cans.
"KY!?" The blood rushed through my body as my head came to the surface. The whole body of water was empty, the dark closed in.. A storm? No, not possible. "KYLIE!?" I treaded on the water bobbing up and down at the surface of the water. Everything turned black. The surface of the water became a dark blue, a haunting color. Panic set in as I began to lose my sight, where am I? How did I get here? The sound of water rushing against the rocks that stood behind me filled the crisp, windy air. The sky looked as if it were about to cave in on me, I couldnât stop staring. A mist of water began to fall from the dark looming sky, rain? A chill ran through my body as my soaked clothes continued to stick to my body with the assistance of the water and the wind. My teeth chattered before I swam further away from the rocks. "KYLIE!?" I shouted attempting to be louder than the rushing waters of the empty black body of water. The misted rain stung my eyes as it mixed with the blurred tears that welled in my waterlines of my eyes. "Please," I said huffing as my breath began to fade, "Let this end."
//
"That was a year ago now." "Could you explain what happened?" "I lost my twin sister, Kylie." "She died?" "I think so." We talked low, the lights in the counciling room was dim and yellow. The room was covered in kind words on posters, it was cozy. Across from me sat Mrs. Amy, my therapist that I got after the incident. My parents had decided it was for the best. "Could you describe the situation? Sometimes it is helpful to walk through it to help.. Disect everything that happened." I understand what sheâs saying, however, I still am unsure myself. "I donât even know where to begin," I sighed before taking a breath, "We lived on a lake, uhm, Lake Meadow. It was always yâknow, fun? It had this large uh, cliff." I looked up as I explained the setting, Mrs. Amy nodded as she wrote on this beige piece of paper. "Me and Kylie always went swimming, it was always our favorite pass time." "How was this time different, Levi?" She interrupted me, and I cleared my throat, "We jumped. Me and Ky never went to the cliff, but this time we decided to take the leap. It was a deeper part of the lake." It flashed before my eyes yet again, the sting in my eyes, the sobs in my yelling; I canât forget it. "Suddenly I was bobbing in the water, terrified because of the adrenaline but more importantly because I couldnât find my sister." I explained more and Mrs. Amy sat silent, sliding in simple comments.
"Let me ask you this, Levi." She asks and I shut up. I look at her as her blue eyes met mine,
" Do you, blame yourself? "
THE END !
" Congratulations on your new job! I hope your journey is fun. " " Thanks, I really hope you enjoy everything life gives you. " " No problem! Same to you. "
Final goodbyes as the sun and moon split once more. Often never heard without the other, one needs the light, the other needs its shadows. Elliot and Haven. Elliot, and I.
Posts on social media Hearts around the pictures Blonde hair twisting perfect curls forming.
Infatuated I feel, When I remind myself you are real. How could I love you?
" Hey Haven, Howâs life been treating you? " " Hey man! Things have been great. Finally caught up in Psych. " " Oh lord, donât even get me started on psych classes. Glad lifeâs treating you right xx "
Simple conversations That lead into heart tribulations Look me in the eye, Infatuation.
" I am, completely inlove. " " Wow! Congrats, whoâs the person? " " I am Infatuated, Elliot. " read between the lines, i pray. " Wait, what? "
Dear Elliot, boy next door Best friends for years and more Look me in my eyes Catch my hint of love as your eyes meet mine Take your hand in mine Let the sun and moon, be us now.
Infatuated, Elliot.
" What..? "
END TBC