《She/her. 14, artist, and LGBTQ+ writer. Highschool sucks｡ On the spectrum. In love with my best friend. ❤️ If you read my writings, ありがとうございます！I drew my PFP》✨ Fav songs: Parasite, Neverland, Poison Apple by Deco*27✨
《She/her. 14, artist, and LGBTQ+ writer. Highschool sucks｡ On the spectrum. In love with my best friend. ❤️ If you read my writings, ありがとうございます！I drew my PFP》✨ Fav songs: Parasite, Neverland, Poison Apple by Deco*27✨
_“Sometimes human nature wishes for sometime that is alike to it. Of course, this can not always be achieved.”_
—_A Tree Comprised of Holloways_
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**Age 2**
“Your son has autism spectrum disorder.
“What.”
“Exactly what I said. His behaviors and actions imply that he has the disorder. This is nothing to be afraid or ashamed of, all you have to do is change your environment to a way...
_Well, the characters/my friends are back. New and improved since I’m seeing them again._
——
_(Scene starts at lunch)_
**_Diva_**: Do you like my hair?
**_Emo, Honey Bear, Hollow_**: WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT?
_(Diva grins and cocks her head)_
**_Diva_**: I already told you guys. _(She points to her head, scooping a spoonful of guacamole into her mouth)_ Thin hair; kept picking it; Pixie Cut.
*...
You place down a
Four of Hearts
She places down a
Five of Spades
You lose
She cuts your heart
You’re left falling
Falling to your knees
“It’s just a game,
Hollow.”
Just a game
Just a game?
You rise and place down a
Ten of Hearts
She smiles, sadly, and places down a
Two of Spades
So small, but the damage is down
You fall back down feeling worse
“Please surrender, Hollow,
We both know the...
**_PENNY_**
Day 1
Thomas Meers
Is still in my mind
And my ear is still in shambles
My parents have put me in a cage
A white, white cage.
They say it’s for my own good.
No, no
Not for my own good
For theirs
The sane think
We are bad
That we are a stain on life
But no,
They don’t know
They don’t know
Day 7
The sane feed me
Through a little hatch
On the door
Everything is white
They ...
Peter awoke in a long hallway. It stretched as far as his eye could see, and the end of it was shrouded by shadows. The walls were pure white; the air smelled crisp and clean; the floor beneath his feet was smooth, perfect.
It unnerved him.
He couldn’t seem to move, either, so he was stuck there, staring at the hallway, waiting for something to launch at him from the darkness.
But it never came...
Now I’m not good at rhyming
It takes too much thinking
And we both know
How good I am at that
But I just wanted to tell you
In my own special way
That you, my friend,
Are special as well
And I know I should stop
And I know I should stay
But being in this position
Burns my heart away
See, I rhymed
I rhymed for you
So can you see the passion now?
It’s your fault anyway—being so cute
If you had...
**_THOMAS_**
“So, who’s gonna die today?”
I watch patiently behind the woman as she stalks back and forth in front of five tied and gagged hostages. Her heels _click! click! click!_ on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Jack only gave me a post-it note with an address of it; the door to the warehouse was unlocked anyway.
Jack had sent me here for backup if the investigators found something.
...
**_AUBREY_**
My oldest memory is when I was seven.
I had just lost a tooth the night before, pulled it out myself, and my grandma was wiping the blood off my chin roughly. It had dried the night before. I’d forgotten to tell her that I pulled it out before I went to bed that night.
I watched her. Her face was always in a frown. It wasn’t when she was with her friends; only for me, as though I w...
“The rainbow
How does it appear in
The dark?”
We stared at the shimmering
Thing
Mesmerized
“Don’t question it
Instead, glorify it
Reach out and feel it.”
And I did
I reached out, hesitantly
Afraid that I would shatter the sight
But no,
My hand was met with mist
Cool air danced on my fingertips
“A wonderful thing
Is it not?
Now look up.”
I did and gasped
Up close, it seemed as if the light w...
**_JACK_**
The time was ticking. I had a goal that year for the number of people I wished to cause pain to, but it seemed like Adon was lagging me behind.
He was asleep at the moment, in my bed, in my room. I’ve forgotten why he was there; it most likely had something to do with his pale step-father. I knew that Adon didn’t want me to know, but anyone could see the hungry gaze that the man gave ...