Monster High About: Hayley HulkingMonster High About: Hayley Hulking4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Hayley Robert Hulking
Age: 15 years
Hair: Black with brown highlights
Height: 9 feet, 7 inches
Physical Hulk Traits: Green skin, super strength and very tall.
Family: The hulks. Hayley's mom Mary and dad Robert. She's a only child and has a big dog named Bruno.
Favourite Colour: Purple, Violet and Grass Green.
Favourite Food: Sushi. Preferably octopus sushi.
Favourite Desert: Butterscotch and Vanilla ice cream.
Least favourite Food: Liver of any kind (mostly cow).
Favourite School Subject: Physical deaduction, Creative writing and Music. It's good practice for her future career.
Least Favourite Subject: Oceanography beacuase of the difficulties.
Friends: She has three. Cilia Satan, Rosetta Veil and Rebbeca NightShade.
Pet Peeve: When people thinks she's a terrorise brute because of her kind. She also hates when people get
Wendel Wendigo: Journal 1Wendel Wendigo: Journal 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The school year is off to a good enough start. Back on the casketball team again. I am still being overshadowed by that
DoucheDeuce Gorgon guy. Issac DeVile tells me he's really a 'nice' guy, but I don't agree. Anybody standing in my way to the top is on my 'take down' list. Technically, this means Clawd is too. Issac says my attitude is a sure way not to make captain next year.
More love letters. Every few days I get letters in my locker from some ghouls. I don't get why. It's not like I ever talk to them. I can't stand most ghouls. Too complicated. If they can 'like' me without knowing me, I can dislike them without knowing them. I am fine without a ghoulfriend, thanks! Never had one, never will.
I got sent to the Headless Mistress today. I didn't eat enough at lunch so I was really pissed off and this stupid substitute creature tried to tell me I couldn't eat in class. He took away my food. He took. My food. Wendigo are greedy
JournalOn the old dusted shelf in the back of the garage,Journal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A scratched up journal sits,
Layered in thickets of dust and washed up
San Fransisco, dulled and dripping dreary guards
The secrets that are withheld,
But behold! As olden hands unstrap the latch,
And cold, musty air of the past gushes into the room.
One does not get what a young boy has written on the cover,
In large print, black ink that swirls at the tip of letters.
"NEVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE, WHY YOU ARE HERE, AND WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME",
And then with teary eyes,
The memories of past life comes to mind,
Rippling along the brain and
Patches of stirred emotion lead the way.
The book is then placed in fire,
Cracking and popping as liquid soul is melted away
And dissolved by the oxygen around it.
The fire burns itself out,
And life itself pauses for a moment,
Never again taken advantage by men of the day.
DrowningI reach up,Drowning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
Things That Wreck MeSeeing your face,Things That Wreck Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh how it used to fill
Me with joy, now sets
My heart ablaze,
Burnt black with obvious grief.
The guilt that compels my soul
Seems now to have taken full control
Over me, but what have I done wrong?
I cannot remember exactly who,
Why and when I had done such wrongs,
Yet I know they are what cause this suffering pain.
Nothing can sooth my mind,
Calm my tenseness, fortify my thoughts.
The grasp of reality is loose, barely hanging
On to the strings that drive me through
Everything, every breath, every waking second
That I drown in this thick tar of emotional torture.
It crashed down and ignited in my chest,
Charring the nerves and numbing all
Other senses I miss so dearly.
When everything goes wrong,
When the things that wreck you spread
Their demonic wings, there is no
Cave dark enough,
No abyss low enough to cower feebly
From the rain it pours.
Something AbnormalDo you believe inSomething Abnormal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something, you cannot simply say
With being disgraced far and wide?
Something, you know is right,
But you'd have shame put upon you if you did?
We all have something to say.
If only we were not to afraid to speak up.
LabeledWe've all heard it from one time to another,Labeled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most experienced it as well,
Constantly, we are labeled, whether it be
From our looks, or how we may first
Act around a newcomer.
Try to act humble and quiet,
You are labeled as weak.
If you can do just about anything decent,
Of quality or acceptance,
You're labeled as a showoff.
So often it happens,
For all I care, we can just be packed up,
Shipped away to yet more pointless duties.
The World As We Know ItSuicide...The World As We Know It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War, Hate, Death, Depression.
Fives words to describe the world,
Leaving out so many more.
I can write this about happiness,
How there is hope and joy,
That it is going to be all okay and good,
But when you look right to it, it isn't like that...
Let me sun it up for you:
We have the youngest of our people cutting,
Taking their owns lives and losing their innocence,
To put it sincerely.
We have children killing themselves,
Just because of a past love,
Or taunting at school...
They are torturing each other day after day...
We have stars today that shine dim
And rotate around money and power...
Where did all the compassion go?
The love, the happiness?
Do we even care that people take their lives every day,
Only to escape this living Hell?
I don't blame them...
And I am stuck here,
In the middle...
Trying to help,
Simple ThoughtsTried and weary, after a long day's work,Simple Thoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just any good citizen, you work for your family,
And support them with good and decent care.
Flopping down onto your sheets, you let your body
Relax and go limp, arms and legs over hanging the edges
Of your comforter and mattress.
Fatigue overwhelms you and sleep washes over like high tide
At sunset, on a sandy beach where couples love and children play.
You close your eyes and simple thoughts drift into your mind.
A childhood you barely remember having significance,
Or a lover lacking passion.
All such thoughts so dearly important to you flood your consciousness,
And you hop up, in utter realization.
And stroll away, and out the door,
Through the street crammed with cars,
And into the public park, the natures forest sucking you in,
But you go in willingly,
Seemingly floating over the tree tops with unimaginable power.
Somehow, it suddenly is drained away. You fall with extreme speed
And seem to only be accelerating.
Have You Seen?Have you seen it?Have You Seen?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is everywhere you glance,
Small it may seem, but in reality,
Oh dear, it makes the world go 'round.
It provides cure and treatment to the sick,
And nurtures them for a lifetime after recovery.
No one is without it, for you will always
Be loved by someone.
Family can push you away,
Friends can leave you
And lovers can stab you in the back,
But I, no I will never give up.
You can hate me, and be as
Disgusting to me as your heart's desire,
But what you must know,
No matter what you are,
Who you are,
Or where you are,
I would take a bullet for you...
Because if your blood was to be spilled on my shoes,
And I just watched...
Well that is not a possibility.
I have always cared more for others than myself,
But this does not mean I am perfect,
For we all have our flaws and flaunts,
But I really am trying,
Just as we all are.
So BlindWe look at life,So Blind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a decision of choices...
Admit it, you,
And even I have said I've had the worst...
Said life is horrid and
Not deserving of my presence.
But then something changed it all.
There is hope,
There can be change,
We just need to be the ones to change it...
Do not ignore this...
Spread the word.
World peace will not happen overnight,
But the first step will.
Do You Think of Me?Dar tu, te-ai gândit la mine?Do You Think of Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you think of me?", this means in Romanian,
For I believe English is not a language in which my love for you,
My endless stream of thoughts and everlasting compassion
Towards you are expressed,
For there are absolutely no words in the English language
To determine how much I utterly care, how insanely compelled
I am when I hear one mention your name, when you speak
In your soft voice that can only be compared to one of an angel's,
Yet even that comparison is not remotely close.
A girl such as yourself, someone so sweet and other adjectives
I would name if your imagine did not leave me speechless,
For I would dissect my heart, string it up and make it into a
Necklace for you, so my heart may always be close to yours.
Love, it is not a word I can use for you, my dear.
One such as obsession, and the sort, may be more appropriate.
A love letter this may be to you,
But know that these phrases are nothing to the way
You make my heart pump, the way you ke
MoutainsWith the last steps up the gravel sides,Moutains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perspiration drifting along your face as a fierce-some
Cyclone generates before you, wind hastily whipping your face
Like a smack of a shovel to the ears, and such as flames do
When they climb your leg, licking away at your skin.
Your hair flips back and uncurls from its matted style,
(Of course, as all styles reform to after this epic)
And flaps like a scarred flag of the past,
Hanging from a stained, steel mast, overlooking
What would be a children's courtyard of the Past.
You imagine a theme based tune, humming along in the background,
As if adding suspense to this already nerve wracking experience.
Soon, as if the Gods of Ancient Greek have heard your cries,
The world's sorrowful prays, a shadowed figure emerges from the mist,
And a ghastly hand, torn and sucked dry of color reaches down to
Grasp you around your abdomen.
You let the zombified hand squeeze you, and as if it's massive
Amount of power were being surged throughout your blood str
UntitledSmoke lingering and tickling your cheeksUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And sense briefly, before spiraling
Up into the atmosphere,
Not aware of what it may be exposed to,
And what is may harm,
Such as killing a suffocating the innocent
And getting itself fanned out too thin
Until it has been silenced from the skies.
Don't be the smoke, don't be the lighter, don't breath the smoke in.
SmileA mask to layer your pain,Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cover it and tint it with
A thin strip of flesh across thy face,
And tis' the magic begin,
And happiness rejoice!
Valour-ClawdxDraculauraValour-ClawdxDraculaura4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'd watched him dominate the casketball court before, but today it was a
bit different. He skipped his last class simply because it turned out
Valentine was in it. I should've been the one skipping out, but thankfully, Miss
Hawthorne understood. She didn't mark him absent, or me, either. I followed him
and watched as he slammed the casketball into the backboard so hard it cracked.
He slammed it through the net and was playing at his top game. I watched him
from the opening to the court. Finally, without much ado, he slammed it so hard
it punched a hole in the back of the backboard and he roared. Any sane person
would've shrunk back in absolute terror and most likely run away, but I knew
I slipped my arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling his back, "It's
"You shouldn't be here. It's...probably safer for you with Bram and
"I'm not scared of you" I murmured into his back.
He took my hand and brought me to the bench at the
SuccessHow do we reach success?Success3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back stabbing and stomping on others
Hand as they dangle over the most pitiful
And sorrowful cliff there is?
Is that what society has seem to come
Down to when success it discussed?
Since when has honesty not worked?
Trust and cooperation and companionship
Till the end and through it all...
Where is our youngest of world's heading?
Wish You Were HereRemembering the timeWish You Were Here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your arms were wrapped around my waist,
You head on my chest, and I asked:
"Do you hear that?"
And with no less that sweetest of voices
Did you reply with a:
"Hear what, Love?"
"My heart, Darling.
And you must know, that it
Will beat for you and only you,
Day and night,
Forever and Always."
And times like those,
They make me wish so much more that
You were in my arms as I speak.
.:Impurrfections:.CHAPTER 1.:Impurrfections:.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was beautiful gloomy, rainy day at Monster High, students gathered inside the cafeteria to get their everyday, scary looking lunches, trying to find a seat in the crowded lunchroom. Two mocha furred werecats sat down at a table, closest to a window.
"Now Hissary, you need a boyfriend. I had to go cancel that date I so kindly set up for you, since you were being miss-depressed-pants yesterday!" exclaimed one of the werecat sisters, doing hand gestures to show her disappointment. The other looked up from the article she was reading from the local school's newspaper, a look that said 'seriously?' was on her face.
"Purrfecta. Stop saying I need a boyfriend. I don't need one."
Purrfecta looked at her sister, she appeared confused, wither the look was meant jokingly or not, she stated,
"Nonsense! Your my little sister, so that means you need a man in your life!"
"Purrfecta, that makes no sense--"
"Oh you silly little kitty! Just 'cause I love you, I'll s
LoveLove can be many things,Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A rose, a poem, anything.
It can also to amazing,
Love has rebuilt walls,
And torn down habits.
It is killed off diseases,
Stitching things back together.
Love has led to wonderful people,
Just well as creating them too,
When they were down and wilted,
Reborn and lively.
Love eats away at our time,
Although it is worth it,
Because for her, you'd catch a million stars,
And bead them into a necklace.
Some people think it's just a myth,
They think it'll never happen,
But soon enough they will see
Love's truest and greatest powers.
Wrenched HeartWhen I read all the goods news,Wrenched Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And things that have happened, making you
So dearly happy,
I feel as though I should be joyful
Along with you,
But I have a sick, wrenched feeling inside of me,
Like a hand has grabbed hold of my heart,
And felt the need to twist it menacingly,
And choke the life from it, leaving it
Shriveled and white, struggling to pump
Life back into me, but succeeding little.
I have desired a heated passion of fury,
One in which I do not know what for,
And if this shines any sense to my readers,
It feels as though my heart has wound up in
A corner, and decided to die wholesomely and alone,
Wishfully thinking with a trace of hope,
Yet no proof of this has shone in any one
I may have put in desire.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,Scraped Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.
UniquenessUniqueness,Uniqueness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing much to it, some say,
It is just being different from others,
And I agree, to a certain extent...
It is viewing the world on a different axle,
Revolving around a different star,
One where day is night and night is day.
It is seeing a leaf fall from a tree,
And envisioning it's before times,
When it was still on the Oak,
Clustered in a packed group of green.
It is gazing up towards the sky,
And seeing out into space and beyond,
Far past the stars too bright,
And examining all those too dim.
It is being a artist,
One who is such as no other!
Light as a paper on city streets,
But solid as the tree in which it came from.
To be unique, to be a Joker in the deck of life.
The Blackest CloudSadness, is such as a cloud,The Blackest Cloud4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gray and dull, lingering in the sky.
Longing for a purpose, wanting to be found,
A dark suited man, a black colored tie.
Sadness is in all of us, waiting among the white,
A single standout, outsider, in a sky of bight.
Shifting through the crowd, effortlessly dragging,
Pouring down on other, definitely saddening.
Catching on a host,some more dead weight,
Creating mixed emotions, grief, anger, hate.
Rising from the hidden, dark cloud overhead,
Unknown misery you cannot leave, not until its fled.
Friend come and go, leaving you behind,
Just outside the gate, the entrance to the shrine.
The rusty doors unlatch, letting you inside,
But what you find is misery, a garden full of lies.
You try to help, from the things you've seen,
Nothing more than a wave, ignored unkeen.
You want it to stop, not let it spread,
But no one can escape, the blackest cloud's dread.