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Uri's EncounterI watched as a small boy cried in the corner of train. His father was zoned out in the middle of the carriage, just as everyone else was.
I watched as his small fingers caressed his small face for dwindling tears. I felt for him.
I weaved my way through the cramped carriage to him, and sat down awkwardly.
'Hello,' I said quietly, so as not to scare him.
The boy raised his tiny scared face and studied me. 'Hello,' he mumbled.
I tried to create small talk, I wanted to distract him from whatever was troubling him. 'What is your name?' I asked.
'Shmuel,' he replied. 'What's yours?'
'Uri,' I said. I watched his face as he began to calm down and focus.
'Where are we going?' he blurted out.
I was taken aback. I grimaced, I wanted to give Shmuel a good answer, but I myself didn't know either.
'Somewhere good,' I lied.
Shmuel didn't buy it, and looked away, to where everyone was crowded around the window for air.
'Are you sure about that?' he asked, and for a second he looked ten years his seni
Untold Story of Pavel, Boy In Striped PyjamasMy toes spasmed, curling underneath my feet once again.
I groaned and rolled over; this pain is unbearable.
'Go,' the voice in my head told me. I sighed and ignored it. I could put up with it.
The pain started to creep up my legs, worming its way through my nerves, making me feel like my veins were on fire.
I wriggled in my sheets and felt for where my wife once was. The pain of losing her bit through my heart, surpassing any thought of the pain in my legs.
Those Nazi thugs took her away from me, her sweet gray-green Jewish eyes would never look at me again.
Silent tiny shadows drifted down past the little cracks of moonlight that peaked through the holes in my barricades. The chill swept in and landed on my sheets, sinking its way through to my bones. It was snowing again.
The absolute pain jolted my legs, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I scrambled out of bed and dressed myself in my warmest clothes. I hated to do this to him, but I had to see him.
The darkness was a frighteni
Conflicted Part 16'And then, Hunter shot the diamond, and we basically were the sole contributors the loss of a race,' I concluded my summary of the events to Marcus, the next day.
Class X and our teacher sat around the Baker's dining table, recapping the dramatic, and however dismal events of yesterday.
'And Flynn is recovering well in the hospital,' Fleur contributed.
Marcus surveyed us with his cruel eyes. Finally, he stood up.
'Never, have I met such courageous human beings. Hunter, how did you know that crystal was their life force?'
'I didn't,' Hunter replied. 'All I knew was that it was significant.'
'Well,' Marcus said. 'That was lucky.'
Hunter grinned. ''Twas.'
'Won't destroying their race destroy an Ecosystem? You know flow and effect?' Stefan asked Macus.
'An Ecosystem that depends on Silver Sleepers, is not worth saving,' Marcus replied. Stefan shrugged, complacent with his answer.
Marcus turned to me. 'I'm sorry about your father, I never knew.'
'No one did,' I said darkly. It still disturb
Conflicted Part 15A callous light streamed in through the broken door and blinded my eyes for a second, and I stepped into a greenhouse of some sort. The giant frame we were in was a dome made entirely made of glass. The mural had continued on into this building, and in the very centre, a square pit, that could fit four people in at one time. It was pitch black, there was no knowing how deep it fell.
Pictures hung up on the glass, their shadows staining the ground a stark black, the sun cascading around it.
The sun didn't permit the viewing of some pictures, but the ones I saw were of Kings, Queens and important peoples. I traced my hand over their regal attires, not quite sure who I was looking at.
And in the centre of the room, hanging precariously by a chain, a giant precious diamond, that glowed with the velocity of a star.
My ears picked up a faint sound. 'Stop,' I commanded. 'Do you hear that?'
My team stopped, and I heard a heavy breathing from down in the pit.
'Flynn?' I called.
I heard the brea
Conflicted Part 14I sat in Maths with Hunter, even though it was Maths, it would not ruin my mood. Hunter was helping me with my Maths, so I couldn't complain.
I wasn't really concentrating on my work, I was mainly watching Hunter; his brow creases when ever he encounters a problem. He was truly captivating, to me at least.
I finally pried my eyes away from him to look around at my class. I saw Emelia in the corner, watching me. She smiled at me from her corner.
I was going to smile back, but the temperature dropped in an instant. I was so shocked that it took me a while to even know I was freezing.
'H-h-hunter,' I chattered. I looked down at my hands, they were pale and shaking.
'What's wrong?' Hunter asked me, alarmed. He took my hands, but in all his efforts, they didn't raise a degree.
'C-can't you f-f-feel that?' I shivered.
Hunter looked at me for a second, before his eyes changed. Darker somehow.
'They're here,' he whispered.
I looked to the window, and I saw Blair, Spencer, Fleur and Stefan open
Conflicted Part 13I woke up in the morning with a monster bed head, my coarse strands prompting memories of last night.
'Oh wow,' I said, gliding my fingers over where Hunter kissed me on the collarbone.
I had a lengthy shower, washing the salt and ocean out of my hair. I glided out of my room, in my new wardrobe Emelia and I picked up last night.
Emelia stood at her door, evaluating my breezy mood.
She laughed. 'Well, someone is in a good mood!'
'The sun is shining, the birds are out, and I am in love,' I sang.
Emelia's jaw dropped as I laid down what happened last night.
'Amber..' Emelia goggled at me. 'That is unbelievable! So what does he-'
A loud slam interrupted our conversation. Flynn had heard our conversation, and I completely forgot him, and what happened yesterday. I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes in shame. That was not fair to him.
He stomped out of his room, and gave me a heart wrenching look of hurt, that broke my heart, and continued down stairs.
I placed my hand over my mout
Conflicted Part 12The atmosphere at the Baker's household was pleasantly fake between Flynn and I, not that anyone else noticed.
'Elizabeth,' I addressed her in the living room. 'Hunter has offered to take me out for dinner tonight. Is that okay?'
Elizabeth squealed. 'Yes, of course, sweetie!' She had a thought. 'Emelia! Get down here! You have two hours before the shops close, and you need to go shopping for Amber.'
Emelia raced into the room. 'Did I hear the adjective, shopping?'
'You most certainly did, my dear,' Elizabeth confirmed. 'Now chop chop!'
Emelia bounced as she drove her way through to the town centre. I was bewitched by the town's access to the beach, the water glistened in the glowing afternoon sun. It occurred to me that since I have been here, I haven't been for a swim yet.
Emelia noticed my preoccupation. 'It's beautiful scenery isn't it?'
'It is,' I agreed.
'So!' Emelia jumped to the thought nagging in the back of her mind, not bothering with small talk. 'Why are we shopping so late
Conflicted Part 11'Okay, so just follow me. This is pretty simple stuff, I know you can do it, I've seen you in Class X, and you're pretty close to doing this anyway,' Blair said.
Blair sprinted up the gym floor and did a cartwheel, followed by a backflip, landing in the splits.
She got up and came back to me. 'Right, now it's your turn.'
'Yeah, no, I'm pretty sure I don't do that in class,' I waggled my finger at her.
'You don't think you can, but you haven't watched yourself,' Blair disputed me. 'Just remember what I did. If you remember, you will do it. You are part of Class X, if you want to do something, you can.'
I inhaled deeply, and tried to remember everything that Blair just did.
I sprinted and put my hands down exactly where Blair put hers, my body falling into the same stances that Blair was just in. Backflipping was the most nerve racking experience, but was also coupled with excitement and adrenaline, as I watched the world spin in reverse.
I landed with my vision only picking up one strai
Conflicted Part 10Days passed with our strengths in Class X becoming more and more violent, all though each one of us was able to handle it with ease.
I noticed Marcus one day, sitting at his desk watching us play fight, our laughs echoed throughout the cavern.
Spencer and Blair were darting to and fro throughout the place, Blair flipped effortlessly onto a beam near the roof, making Spencer have to climb to get her.
Fleur and Stefan were watching, commentating on them, Hunter was sitting with me, watching me clean my sword, while I was sneaking glances at Marcus.
Marcus slapped down his papers and came and watched with Fleur and Stefan.
He turned and faced me.
'We're going to have a little game,' he smiled.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
'Blair! Spencer! Stop where you are for a second,' Marcus instructed. He wandered over to where Spencer was dangling, trying to grab Blair's foot.
'As you know, you are all a team, but in the event that you fight Aspens, you need to know how to fight yourselves,' Marcus s
this is a warning.i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate ships
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
thirstYou tell me to breathe in
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
More to Come, More to LoveMore to come
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
SimplicitySometimes simplicity is the answer.
To find the answer,
Don't look deep.
Look in front of you.
Don't listen to people who say,
'Never regret anything,'
Because chances are,
They regret a lot more than you know.
Listen to your own feelings.
Because if you don't,
You could lose all of your senses,
And your way.
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