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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
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
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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