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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
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
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.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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