Henry Granger - Chapter OneHenry Granger was exactly seventeen years, three months and four days old when his life was brought to a sharp and sudden end. I say that his life ended because in both the technical and medical sense, it did. A single brass bullet, custom made for one A H Shaws, fired at close range into Henry Granger's chest made sure of this.More Like This
I suppose before I continue with this tale, I should describe to you the unusual circumstances that lead to Henry Granger arriving into this world. He was the only son and heir to Lord Thomas Granger of Southwater Manor. Lord Thomas was a meek and mild man, not ugly but also not overly attractive. He was in every way average in appearance and demeanour. He occupied himself with grand plans of his futures sons, (for he planned to have many) and the constant attempt to create the perfect life for his wife. Camille Granger, originally Camille Thistlethorn, was debated to be the greatest English Beauty in the entirety of Britain. Her delicate pale features, soft bl
To you my dearest, a letterTo you my dearestMore Like This
I wish you to know
that the setting sun
will never touch my heart
in the ways it once did.
It now only brings me the memory
of your once so shinning eyes,
the soft gentle innocence of your touch,
the passion held so carefully in your kiss.
I wish you to know
that the softest key note
on the grand piano
fills my heart with sorrow,
brings pain shooting through my broken heart.
A pain I wish not to blame on you,
but the sad truth is evident.
why did you go?
Why did you leave me so hollow and alone?
Why did you have to go out there,
face the world as it truly was?
I warned you.
Pleaded with you for your safe return.
But you did not listen.
Instead, I watched as the world sucked you in
beneath the dark depths of it's cruel reality.
did I not warn you the world was a cruel place?
I fear I have nothing left to hold onto.
So with regret held tight in my chest,
sorrow pulling me to my knees,
Ruler Of The Dust And SilenceThe ruler of dust and the master of silence, that is my domain.More Like This
There is no one else here, there has never been anyone else here for so long.
So I rule over a silent world, it's life long since left. Well almost all of it's life, they left me here as punishment. They feared me due to my annoying habit of not dying.
So when they left this world and evolved, they left me here alone with no means to leave.
As if being unable to evolve like them wasn't punishment enough.
I am here, as I have been for centuries. The ruler of dust, the master of silence. Loneliness is my constant, echoes are my sound.
My memory is not as sharp as it used to be, loneliness and time can do that. It all becomes a blur after a while.
I will be here when this world meets it's end when the system's star goes nova, I will be here amongst the rubble and dust as the remains of this world drift in the void.
I will be here when the universe ends and begins anew.
How To Be NormalMore Like This
HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER:
(In 15 easy steps!)
1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult.
2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you!
3. To be normal, you've gotta dress normal. If you're a girl, that means you wear leggings as pants and cut up your t-shirts so they just barely cover your chest. Uggs are a must, for any time of the year, including midsummer. If you're a guy, you wear the hem of your pants on the back of your knees. Overly violent band t-shirts for bands that you only know one song for is highly
The Black RoseBeneath the sky of that warm summer nightMore Like This
There lay a bed of roses growing in the moonlight
Black were their petals, black were their stems
Yet in the moonlight they sparkled, like the most beautiful of gems
And gems they were, for in anyone's presence they would glow
And heal any pain of the heart, mind, or soul
Untouched by time, unmoved by the wind
Outside of our world, but still within
And among these roses, one stood out
And when it blossomed, the sweetest scent could be smelled throughout
A scent that held the meaning life
And could end all suffering, war, and all forms of strife
Through lightning and thunder, rain and snow
This black rose lived and continued to grow
And it stood upon a hill, under the full moon
And all reveled in its beauty every time it bloomed
Its thorns were made of diamond, beautiful to the eye
They shone like a star, like no other in the sky
Beneath the night sky, a black rose stands in full bloom
To live and never die by the light of the moon
Happiness IsHappiness isMore Like This
its target, choosing instead
mock us with its
But the bullet is
and by the time
And there's a hole in
Broken PromisesAm I your only lover?More Like This
I ask you over and over.
I always get the same answer;
You Pirouette around it like a dancer.
With your voice as rough as can be,
You lean in, whispering, "Kiss me."
You say you're mine to keep,
That you would never let me weep.
Each word you ever spoke,
Seemed sweet until I woke.
All were drenched with hideous deception,
I thought you were the only exception.
You said we'd be forever,
I guess you figured I wasn't all that clever.
You believed you could play me like a fool,
Don't you know I'm not a tool?
You fed me promises of love,
Calling me your, "beautiful dove".
Sweetening your lies with smiles and laughter,
I once thought you were my "happily ever after".
Now as you turn away,
My feelings left astray,
I can't help but sit and cry
Over the promises you let die.
I Don't Love YouI Don't love youMore Like This
At least thats what I keep saying
To those thoughts inside my mind
Those thoughts I shouldn't be obeying
Ones I should leave behind
But upon my mind they prey
Gnawing at each and every cell
Telling me what I should say
I can't say those things...
It would unleash hell
They need to be suppressed
Locked inside my mental cage
Sure I'll get all depressed
But it should fade with age
Every time you are nearby
I have to hold back my tongue
Stop the words that'd make you cry
So I well them up inside...
For I know you are too young
But of course that is not all
That maintains our social void
My face, My figure, only does appall
A crumples shell, of personality devoid
A tangled mess cripples my brain
A place where madness does ensue
A microcosm bathed in emotional pain
Of all the things I can't say...
I can't say I don't love you
Starving To Be BeautifulMust an illusion be the way of life? Must the concept of beauty from a few be the concept of beauty for all?More Like This
Must I starve because of that concept?
I see myself in the mirror and I see someone who is too overweight, yet others say they see someone who is a bag of bones close to collapse, who is dying because of the words of a few idiots who don't know how to keep their big mouths shut.
Which is the truth? Am I overweight or underweight?
I barely eat anything, I starve myself because the media says I'm fat and that beauty is only in the skinny. I believe them, so I starve myself, I ignore my hunger in order to be as beautiful as they say I should be.
My friends say I am beautiful if I have more meat on my bones, I don't believe them, they are beautiful and I've always been ugly, just as the media says I am.
I look at my hands and I see them as plump, when my friends and my family say they look like the branches of a tree.
I am not beautiful, not yet, I n