(1.) I wrote this poem about my favorite season. (:
November
Staggers in
Dragging a canvas of fall colors in it’s wake.
It chills the air
And explodes all life away with it’s brilliant colors
Then leaves,
The colors blanched and the snow falling.
(2.) I wrote this about a random silk cord I was thinking about. o .o
The black, thick cord, smooth and twisted wrapped around my hands. Silky and strong, it holds me back like being attached by handcuffs to a wall. The color of a stalking panther and shining in the lantern light, it plays shadows on my pale skin, spiraling up my arms. It now spirals higher and higher, on it’s own, like a dark majestic snake. It wraps around my neck and waist like an expensive piece of clothing would. It smothers me now, black silk wrapping over my eyes, shrouding my vision. I lean against the wall, enveloped in black cords, my body stripped of worry and fear, my thoughts gone.
(3.) This is about the hardships of being different. :/
She was born in the midst of the black frock coats
They knew she was different.
Her hair light and her skin translucent
In comparison to their dark skin and ravenous pitch black eyes.
The black coats moved as one, a steady stream,
While her pale skin stuck out like a beacon in the night.
She had no coat, they envied her
So they swooped in without warning.
She didn’t understand, this different girl
And never blamed them for what they did to her.
While they tore at her pale, beautiful skin
A flurry of black shadows ripping her apart
She smiled and had not a bad thought,
And then a sad song, a little smile, then nothing.
(4.) The theme for this was "Sticky". xD
Allen walked down the cool, dark corridor. His feet suctioned gently to the floor, and he made an effort to pick them back up to continue walking. The walls seemed to close in on him, his feet sticking to the floor firmly, now holding him in place. The walls pressed in, his arms sticking to the cold tiles. A shiver traveled up his spine as he felt his hair meet with the ceiling, holding on tight. He was in a box now, sticky substance grabbing onto him. Claustrophobia set in. He yelled and thrashed, hair ripping out, flesh pulling away from his bones. Then... Allen woke up. He was hugging himself gently, laying down on a bed. He felt the familiar straps around his ankles and chest, saw the familiar white walls, and smelled the too familiar smell of antibacterial disinfectant. He sighed, relieved, and then another vision took him.
(5.) This UBER short story is about a random horrible thought that ran through my mind once.
Ari had lost count after she hit eleven. The phone reciever was cold against her ear, causing her teeth to chatter. Even though the heat was on, her whole body was shaking. Only moments before, she knew something bad had happened. After her boyfriend had left her house, she had heard the accident. The screeching of tires, raking of metal, breaking of glass, and the horrible, strangled screams that came last. Then... silence. Her parents weren't home, she was alone. Ari barely had enough time to turn the lights on before she picked up her cell phone, dialing Sean's number frantically. Every time his voicemail started, her heart sank. The words, "Hey, you've reached Sean, leave a message," were emblazoned into her mind. She felt sick to her stomach, embarassed to be worrying about something she had no proof of. Finally, she stopped calling. She got up off of the floor where she had been kneeling and walked numbly to the couch. Ari plopped down and began nervously toying with the ring Sean gave her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was partially unaware of them. She was busy watching the light show outside of her picture window. Red... blue... red... blue... She was surprized at how something as simple as flashing lights could plunge her deep into her worst nightmares, and set her imagination ablaze. Hours later, Ari's parents came home. Ari was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and her parents didn't want to wake her with the bad news. You see, when Ari's puppy died when she was young, her parents told her that Peanut ran away. Unfortunately, they couldn't tell her Sean ran away, that would be lying. And they had always taught her not to lie. Goodbye, Sean.
November
Staggers in
Dragging a canvas of fall colors in it’s wake.
It chills the air
And explodes all life away with it’s brilliant colors
Then leaves,
The colors blanched and the snow falling.
(2.) I wrote this about a random silk cord I was thinking about. o .o
The black, thick cord, smooth and twisted wrapped around my hands. Silky and strong, it holds me back like being attached by handcuffs to a wall. The color of a stalking panther and shining in the lantern light, it plays shadows on my pale skin, spiraling up my arms. It now spirals higher and higher, on it’s own, like a dark majestic snake. It wraps around my neck and waist like an expensive piece of clothing would. It smothers me now, black silk wrapping over my eyes, shrouding my vision. I lean against the wall, enveloped in black cords, my body stripped of worry and fear, my thoughts gone.
(3.) This is about the hardships of being different. :/
She was born in the midst of the black frock coats
They knew she was different.
Her hair light and her skin translucent
In comparison to their dark skin and ravenous pitch black eyes.
The black coats moved as one, a steady stream,
While her pale skin stuck out like a beacon in the night.
She had no coat, they envied her
So they swooped in without warning.
She didn’t understand, this different girl
And never blamed them for what they did to her.
While they tore at her pale, beautiful skin
A flurry of black shadows ripping her apart
She smiled and had not a bad thought,
And then a sad song, a little smile, then nothing.
(4.) The theme for this was "Sticky". xD
Allen walked down the cool, dark corridor. His feet suctioned gently to the floor, and he made an effort to pick them back up to continue walking. The walls seemed to close in on him, his feet sticking to the floor firmly, now holding him in place. The walls pressed in, his arms sticking to the cold tiles. A shiver traveled up his spine as he felt his hair meet with the ceiling, holding on tight. He was in a box now, sticky substance grabbing onto him. Claustrophobia set in. He yelled and thrashed, hair ripping out, flesh pulling away from his bones. Then... Allen woke up. He was hugging himself gently, laying down on a bed. He felt the familiar straps around his ankles and chest, saw the familiar white walls, and smelled the too familiar smell of antibacterial disinfectant. He sighed, relieved, and then another vision took him.
(5.) This UBER short story is about a random horrible thought that ran through my mind once.
Ari had lost count after she hit eleven. The phone reciever was cold against her ear, causing her teeth to chatter. Even though the heat was on, her whole body was shaking. Only moments before, she knew something bad had happened. After her boyfriend had left her house, she had heard the accident. The screeching of tires, raking of metal, breaking of glass, and the horrible, strangled screams that came last. Then... silence. Her parents weren't home, she was alone. Ari barely had enough time to turn the lights on before she picked up her cell phone, dialing Sean's number frantically. Every time his voicemail started, her heart sank. The words, "Hey, you've reached Sean, leave a message," were emblazoned into her mind. She felt sick to her stomach, embarassed to be worrying about something she had no proof of. Finally, she stopped calling. She got up off of the floor where she had been kneeling and walked numbly to the couch. Ari plopped down and began nervously toying with the ring Sean gave her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was partially unaware of them. She was busy watching the light show outside of her picture window. Red... blue... red... blue... She was surprized at how something as simple as flashing lights could plunge her deep into her worst nightmares, and set her imagination ablaze. Hours later, Ari's parents came home. Ari was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and her parents didn't want to wake her with the bad news. You see, when Ari's puppy died when she was young, her parents told her that Peanut ran away. Unfortunately, they couldn't tell her Sean ran away, that would be lying. And they had always taught her not to lie. Goodbye, Sean.
