Solicited SolitudeYou silently watched the classroom. The boys were up to their usual mischief and the girls were gathered in groups, talking. Slowly they glanced over at you and started whispering. You hadn't lowered your gaze, you just continued to observe.Solicited Solitude in Emotional More Like This
Then you could see their facial expressions change as they stole glances of you. They were talking in barely audible whispers, but talking nonetheless. You knew they were talking about you. It wasn't a presumption, you just knew. You could feel it in your gut. Yet, you continued to keep watch.
And just on queue, there came those judgmental looks- just as you had anticipated. They looked at you with bitter eyes, their faces twisting. You then wore a satisfied smile on your face, and finally lifted your unwanted gaze.
You sat alone at the back of the class, and took out a notepad. You continued to scribble away. Writing had always helped you relax, and you figured you might as well get some work done.
And before you knew it, you had started ra
Why Do I Cry?Why do I cry?Why Do I Cry? in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I weep?
Why do I sigh?
Even in my sleep?
Maybe because I'm alone,
Maybe because I feel cast out.
Maybe because of trouble at home,
Maybe because other people shout.
Why do I sit in solitude?
Why do I dread company?
Why do I have an anti-social attitude?
Why do I accept self-enmity?
Maybe because my friendships always sink.
Maybe because I'm afraid.
Maybe because I don't think
That anyone will come to my aid.
Why do people hate me?
Why don't they care?
Why don't they see?
Why aren't they aware?
Maybe because I'm not important,
Maybe they think it's a crime.
Maybe they see me as a mutant,
Maybe I'm not worth their time.
Why do I sob?
Why do I stay apart?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I have a broken heart?
I think I know why I cry,
Maybe because life is bad.
But I think the main reason why,
Maybe because I'm really sad.
Inner DemonsThey always gossip.Inner Demons in Emotional More Like This
They chatter as if I can't hear them.
'What a waste of space.'
'She got scolded again today.' One giggled.
'Pathetic, isn't it?' The other agreed.
I don't feel comfortable talking about my problems. Not to my friends, or my family. I always get those judgmental looks.
All I have is myself.
But that's even worse.
I sob quietly in the corner next to the balcony. I pick up a pen and pad. Shakily opening it up, I do what I usually do.
Express myself in the only way I know how.
Tears stain the pad and the fresh ink gets smeared. Fighting the tears back with everything I have, only to end up in vain. Tears flow even harder, and their voices get louder.
'Look at you. How disgusting.' They giggle sadistically.
I look to the balcony, my thoughts getting darker.
'What are you waiting for? Go on, foolish girl.' They taunt, mock dripping from their voices.
Warily getting up, I slide the door open an
The Act Of Letting GoYou had told yourself you would never fall for him. You couldn't even picture yourself with him! It was too weird.The Act Of Letting Go in Emotional More Like This
And before you knew it, you were in love.
You don't know what attracted you to him in the first place. He was really short at the time, and he wasn't that smart either.
But he was dreamy to you. You're friends laughed at his appearance, but his smile played tunes with the strings of your heart.
He wore glasses, and often spiked his hair. You both had first seen each other on the sets of a school play. You fell for him there.
You would stare at him and catch him staring at you. He would laugh at your angry expressions when your other co-actors would pull a prank at you, and he stood up for you when you were being badgered with questions by the vice-principal. You knew these things meant nothing to him. Yet these were the small moments that would brighten your entire day.
Your heart would beat frantically, your cheeks would turn an undeniable red, you found it so hard
There Was Nothing They Could DoI only remember it as a faded memory;There Was Nothing They Could Do in Horror More Like This
The body of Mommy lying before me,
Sprawled out on the floor, lifeless...
And there was nothing I could do to fight this.
Her murderers laughed and cackled,
As they removed her rusty shackles.
They snorted and said, "How poor...
Well, at least she can't fight back anymore."
I hid scared in the darkness,
Overwhelmed with grief and sadness...
Mommy wouldn't come back,
And nothing I did could change that.
I slowly walked over to her body,
Her cadaver mangled and shoddy
And I cried: "Weep, Weep,
Mommy will forever stay asleep."
So I decided in her honor;
I'd strive for power and get stronger,
And hunt her pursuers,
Those filthy, merciless killers.
I trained, I fought;
And as the stronger I got,
My blood boiled in rage;
As the hatred grew and aged.
But never did I know
When I set foot to go,
That revenge would taste so sweet,
When I watched their fall, their defeat.
And finally exterminate.
I smiled as their blood spilled,
I saw thei
Our Silly GirlThere once lived a very silly girl. What a silly girl she was. She held out her hand, and someone took a hold of it. The only problem was, they let go when she was dangling over a cliff. Then being the silly she was, she held out her hand again. And yet again, her hand was let go.Our Silly Girl in Emotional More Like This
Now the silly girl thought she had learnt her lesson. She didn’t hold her hand out again. Instead she thought that she would wait until someone reached a hand out for her. But much to her dismay, no one ever offered. Now the silly girl became very sad. She decided that she would be better off alone. She vowed that she wouldn’t associate herself with society anymore.
But the silly girl was being silly again. She didn’t know that shutting yourself out from the world was a really, really hard job. It was more difficult than she thought. Everyone began to spite the silly girl. No one gave her anything; no one even spared her a look. They talked trash about her, not caring if she stood beside the
Love Was All I Ever NeededI reached my hand out as far as I could. I reached it out, hoping someone would grab it and say: "Hold on! I'm pulling you up!"Love Was All I Ever Needed in Emotional More Like This
But when I did reach, I felt air pass through my fingers. No one was there.
And with a smile, I fell down. I was happy, happy that I was right.
That truly in the end, when you fall, there isn't anyone who will pull you up or catch at the bottom. You were alone.
I never got any love.
And just like that, I closed my eyes.
And as I fell, my entire life flashed before me.
"You're such a nerd."
"I bet no one will even notice you were gone."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
"Does it hurt? Are you going to start crying?"
"What a waste of space."
"No one wants you here."
"No one cares about you!"
I could see the balcony slowly getting smaller and smaller. And on that balcony I could see all their faces. They smiled, they laughed, they rejoiced.
They knew I couldn't pretend I was okay
Silence ConsumesI can distinctively describe our first meeting. It was a cold rainy day, clouds hiding the sun, showing a gray tainted color on the earth. Nothing could have been less surprising from the city of Seattle. Standing near a bus stop in front of Starbucks, you could see the difference between Seattle folk and tourists. When it rained, we let the droplets touch our skin, letting it wash away our sentimental worries. Tourists on the other hand, panic like ants, holding an umbrella close to their skull so not one drop would ruin their sweaters. Seeing this always makes me laugh meekly as I took a sip of my cappuccino.Silence Consumes in Short Stories More Like This
Being the sixteen year old I was, I would observe my surroundings like there were a new adventure to explore. Then my eyes would fall upon a teen that looked around my age. Average short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a tall broad figure, which made him unbearably hard to miss. Silly as it may seem, we would stand at the bus stop every day, waiting for the bus. He would be li
Understand "I see you don't understand the situation."Understand in Emotional More Like This
I don't understand. I can't understand. The pain you feel for such a person. I just can't. Even I don't understand why. Even though I don't know the whole situation, yet, I can't understand why.
"She's the first person I've opened up my heart to in such a long time."
She betrayed you. Threw you away like trash. You said this yourself and you still are loyal to her. Loyal to such a person. I try to understand but your logic isn't within my reach. It's frustrating but I try to understand.
I want to type the words out and send it to you, to comfort you and your broken soul. Even if it's to comfort you, to make it seem like there is someone out there in your reach, to understand you I can't lie in such a situation.
The Hater Black hated his father, with a fiery passion. He hated his mother too, but with an extinguished fire that only leaves burns for reminders. Nothing felt real anymore. Truth felt like lies burning the inside of his heart like cool liquid acid.The Hater in General Fiction More Like This
“I love you.”
But how long will you love before you become to despise? To become enraged over the smallest situations that don’t make sense to anyone but yourself? The lies felt pleasant to Black. Like the smell of fresh tulips on a warm spring evening. At least he could twist the lies to make himself feel happiness. Even if it was for a short while.
“We both agreed to go our separate ways. But still stay the same for you.”
By all means, Black thought to himself, falling back onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling. Get a divorce if you want to. See if I care.
He did care.
Wingless AngelThere once was a woman who killed her own daughter.Wingless Angel in Short Stories More Like This
"Vile and worthless," She said when she was caught committing the crime. "That child has many sins over her head. Not listening to her mother and not doing as she's told. I didn't commit any crime. I just punished the person who did."
This 'mother' went to trial, but was soon released for the jury found her not guilty. After all, the prosecutor failed to present any evidence that this mother was guilty of murdering her own daughter. All he did was prove that she was insane which insane she was- which gave the opposing side a great advantage, for they wanted to prove that she needed mental help. She was soon released from the psychological hospital and was thrown back into the world.
She soon found a man that she loved dearly. He was someone that put her first and loved her newer self. When the time came, he proposed and they got married. It was her own happily ever after.
One day, they both agreed that they wanted a child. The w
You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore I'll be the bad guy,You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore in Romance More Like This
I'll take the black eye,
When I walk out,
You can slam the door,
I'll be the S.O.B,
If that's what you need from me,
So you don't have to love me anymore.
"You're being a wimp right now, White."
"Shut your trap up, Black. I know what I'm doing."
"No you don't. You're rushing into things like you always do."
"No I'm not. I have perfectly and thoroughly thought this through."
"Oh yeah? Have you told your mom yet?"
"Didn't think so,"
"Well at least I care enough to go looking for him!" The brunette screamed, shoving clothes into her backpack, clearly not thinking straight. "You kept information about his whereabouts from me when you knew I was looking for him. We need his help to save Unova. Why can't you just accept that fact?"
"We don't need his help, that's why." The brunet replied coldly, glaring down at White. "You just want him back to save the world because you think he has some good in him. He may not be the bad
Why Would You? Zoe walked to class with books pressed tightly against her chest. Walking silently down the corridor with her head memorized by the wall she walked by a group of girls who grabbed her backpack and yanked her to the floor. Her butt landed on the floor with a loud "THUD".Why Would You? in Emotional More Like This
Damn, now that's going to leave a mark.
The girls just laughed and pointed while she quickly tried picking up the books that lay scattered on the floor of the school corridor. Zoe felt the tears coming on.
Not in front of these freaks.
"What a loser."
"What a loser."
I pressed my pen against the lined paper and crossed out the sentence I had just taken three seconds of my life to write. As I sat completely uninterested by my biology teacher's lecture I had taken th
I I hate myself.I in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
Playmates Part 4It had all happened so fast: England jerking America off of Canada, America grabbing onto Canada's bear in a desperate attempt to stay on the ground, and Canada reacting by clinging onto his bear with all his might. Immediately following his instinctive action, Canada had felt himself lifting off the ground slightly. Then, the sickening RIIIIIIIIIP had sounded out, and Canada had felt his body descend briefly. He now found himself firmly planted on the floor once more. As soon as he had landed, Canada had heard all of the commotion in the room die. Where there had been the sounds of laughter and play, there was now an uncomfortable silence. Neither England nor America were making a sound. Canada remained curled around his bear in a protective pose. He had a feeling something horrible had happened. The silence around him caused the feeling to intensify. Deep down, he hadPlaymates Part 4 in Profiles More Like This
Playmates Part 6England was initially startled by America when the boy had grabbed Canada's bear, jumped in front of him, and shoved the animal in his own face. But the nation was still for only a half a second before he quickly recovered; realizing that this was probably the best chance he would get to take the bear. He was a little disappointed all the same because he had been honestly hoping that Canada would give up the bear on his own accord. And Canada just might have, if America hadn't butted in, but it would do no good for England to worry about what might have happened by now. The facts were that the object the Englishman had been fighting to get from an unwilling party had finally been procured and was being freely offered to him. England decided that the best thing for him to do would be to take the bear while he had the golden opportunity and forget for the moment the lost possibility of the small Canadian's trust and cooperatioPlaymates Part 6 in Profiles More Like This
Playmates Part 5When the bear had ripped, England had frozen with initial shock right along with the boys. The first thing he had felt, looking down at the damage, was a slight prick of guilt. The man had known that it was partly his fault that the bear had been ripped. Immediately following this feeling, it had occurred to England that Canada would most likely be extremely upset when he noticed what had happened to the thing that he so obviously treasured. Canada was so attached to his bear, that England had even taken to using the bear as an identifier for Canada when he was not sure which twin was which. Canada was "the one with the bear." (Yet, for some strange reason, it remained difficult for the helpless England to tell Canada apart from America) Now that said special bear was damaged, Canada was sure to be crushed.Playmates Part 5 in Profiles More Like This
England had known right off that he should do something about the situation, however, his mind had blan
Playmates Part 3England soon returned to the room in which he had left his little colonies. With his job of cleaning up after dinner complete, the old nation was wiping his hands as he made his way through the open doorway. He was frowning a bit to himself. Doing all these household chores had been bothersome at first. It had made the mighty Empire feel like such a house-wife, but he was surprisingly becoming accustomed to it. It did give him some sense of pride to have a well ordered house and know that it was because of his own efforts, rather than that of a servant's. England added a bitter grumble to his frown as he thought more about it. He didn't like to admit it, but the fact was that he also somewhat enjoyed a few aspects of the domestic lifestyle, and was even quite good at a few.Playmates Part 3 in Profiles More Like This
If only it was as easy for him to adjust to his new role as a "parent." He was feeling more comfortable around Amer
Playmates Part 2America's eyes grew as wide as they could get when he saw Canada crying in front of him. He dropped the bear and scooted right in front of the sobbing boy. Filled with sudden concern, America tried to get Canada's attention.Playmates Part 2 in Profiles More Like This
"Hey what's a matter?" he asked softly. His hand reached out to gently touch the distressed colony's shoulder. "Don't cwy."
Canada didn't respond. He kept his face covered and rubbed his eyes as more tears poured out of him. America looked on in major confusion. Why was Canada crying?! Was it because of something he had done? America looked over his own shoulder at the discarded bear on the floor. He grabbed the bear and held it out to Canada. Maybe that was what the boy wanted?
"Here, you can have your bear back," America tried.
Instead of taking the bear, Canada just slowly wilted forwa
Playmates Part 7 EndThe boys quickly made their way into the kitchen; one giggling to himself, while the other followed along not quite as enthusiastically. America dropped Canada's wrist to run off on his own, as soon as they reached the middle of the room. Canada, who was very glad the running had stopped, stayed in place to catch his breath. Also very glad to get his arm back, he rubbed his wrist where America had been squeezing it.Playmates Part 7 End in Profiles More Like This
Meanwhile, America's bare feet pattered their way up to a table in the kitchen. Once beside the table, America began jumping up and down. With every little jump, his eager eyes would peak over the top of the kitchen table and search for England's cookies. His sharp, baby blues finally caught sight of the treats resting on a tray at the opposite end of the table.
Canada still had his own eyes on his wrist. He had not been paying any attention to his bo
Playmates Part 1The tiny, Canadian boy looked down in absolute misery at the meal that had been placed before him. It looked like someone had tried to cook vomit. It smelled worse. And to think that the boy had actually been excited about the meal. What child wouldn't be happy about being told he was going to have pudding for dinner? However, what now sat on his tray was not the delicious dessert the boy had imagined. Oh, it was pudding, alright. Kidney pudding. The boy now recalled all the other so-called meals that his new guardian had made for him. He should have known better than to get his hopes up.Playmates Part 1 in Profiles More Like This
The boy lifted up his stuffed bear and held it in front of his mouth and nose to block the scent of "dinner." As he did so, he could hear smacking coming from his side. He looked over to see his new brother, a boy his age, happily devouring the organs. The boy with
A New GuardianCanada would never forget that day. The day that France had returned home beaten and bandaged. The day that France looked so defeated and out of character, that Canada almost didn't recognize him. The day that France, Canada's beloved big brother, looked down at him, sadly and said those horrible words:A New Guardian in Profiles More Like This
"I am sorry, Canada, but you no longer belong to me."
The toddler didn't understand. How could he? What is a child supposed to think when his guardian says something that crazy?
"W-what do mean, mon frère?"
The wounded man smiled a sorrowful smile down at the tiny boy. He knelt down at the boy's level. France held his arms out to Canada. The boy hesitantly walked forward until France clutched him, gently by his little arms. France's cheerless smile never left as he tenderly stroked Canada