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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 truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
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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