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The Youngest Princess (Part 40 FINAL)Fog settled around the mountain region like a blanket of light. In the distant, half-hidden sky, streaks of soft blue, green, yellow, and other colors arched over dark blue. The sun would soon rise.More Like This
Figures in white, thousands of people, all stood in the fog. Under the hoods of white, faces pale and faces dark, some bare, some tattooed and decorated with the emblems of their home region. It was hard to see these differences, however, beneath the white cloth. At the edges of the circle stood soldiers, stock still in shimmer silver armor. Each held staves embedded with blue gems that shimmered and pulsed with light.
In the crowd itself, whispers echoed and bounced against the purple-slate rocks, flickering through the air like ghosts. In the massive circle, some people glanced about nervously from underneath the hoods of their cloaks, while others stood still and silent, their eyes downcast on what lay in the center of the crowd.
In the middle of the circle lay a figure covered a simple
The Youngest Princess (Part 39)She stood on a beach. The surf of the Acid Sea pulsed slowly, the sky above peaceful and soft grey. Trees, bark smooth as skin from years of being washed by waves, twisted along the shore. Reminders. Yet, now, Aelora felt a pulse, faint but steady, from even these.More Like This
Aelora looked around, and saw two women watching her.
In her dream, she didn't cry. She simply smiled sadly at the tall, thin woman closest to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but then realized no words were needed.
Yumika smiled gently at her younger sister, then looked at the other woman.
She was short and curvy like Aelora, but her hair fell in long, heavy waves all the way down to her waist. Light green eyes stared out of a face Aelora did not remember. Yet she knew who it was. That face that was so like her own.
Aelora's mother smiled, and came to her. Reaching out, she placed a gentle hand against Aelora's cheek.
She felt no shock at the touch of mother to daughter. A mild surprise, a gentle, sad joy.
The beach and
The Youngest Princess (Part 38)***More Like This
The light was the same, the hall was the same.
Blackened things moved down the hallway in front of lines of people. Eyes darted back and forth, whispers hissed. The terror and confusion was palpable.
Those eyeless heads whipped around. The whispers went silent. Heads raised, eyes widened.
A figure in white blazed color, eyes wide and filled with a calm, multi-colored fury. Those feet do not even touch the ground as she moved by. Strange shimmering lines coiled and moved along her, like living vines embedded in her skin.
The insects let out a screech, and leapt at her. Those glowing eyes widened, her hand raised. With a flick of her wrist, a blast of power left her, striking each of the monsters as they leaped at her. Each thing crashed a few feet away.
People screamed again, trying to dodge the smoking, melting metal corpses.
The voice was soft, but everyone fell silent instantly.
"What is going on?" Cried a voice from the crowd. "Why must we face this t
The Youngest Princess (Part 37)She had the strangest dream.More Like This
She was the lifebeat itself, flickering along the walls of the palace. She saw snatches of images, heard echos of voices.
There, there was the empty brown man in the throne room with the empty guards. The lifebeat did not beat in them, but it saw them all the same. Metal, hard and lifeless, moved. Armor and skin crumbled, and in place of the guards stood blackened things, monsters that had hurt the earth before, stolen souls.
A shudder went down Aelora/the lifebeat. To see those things in the palace itself...
She flickered onward, carried by the pulse.
The whisper of air told her the beat was moving between the worlds. Trees, blacked in places, toppled as figures in blue robes ran, a huge blue forcefield surround the University. Warriors in the colors of sunset screamed battle cries, leaping at metallic monsters amid orange stone. A hiss told her the lifebeat flickered erratically in the Polar Region. There, she saw figures in armor, and beasts of metal, al
The Youngest Princess (Part 36)Aelora felt numb. For the first time in many, many days, she felt numb. Everything inside her seemed to shake and tremble, ache and burn. Yet she was numb.More Like This
She didn't remember walking back to her room, couldn't remember getting in bed.
She felt nothing.
She didn't remember falling asleep. Nothing seemed to change, even when the light of morning filled her room. She simply lay there, her mind blank.
She never even felt the tears as they rolled down her face.
It took her a while to even register the fact that someone was knocking on her door.
When she moved, everything seemed to hurt. She winced, her breath hitching. When she walked, it felt as if she was walking on pins. Sharp pain went up her feet, up her legs. By the time she reached the door, she was shaking.
The door slid open, to reveal one of the guards she recognized from her observation in the Desert Region. The one who had helped James stopped coughing. Yes, that was him.
She tried to arrange her face in a smile. "What can I do
The Youngest Princess (Part 35)She could hear the music from the Solstice celebration coming through the walls, but it was no longer music. The white noise of fear dripped into her mind.More Like This
Picking up her skirts, Aelora sprinted through the maze of back hallways, calling her sister's name. Yumika was so much faster than her, so agile, she must be far away by now.
It took her a few moments to realize that she was now in the deserted main hallway.
The Youngest Princess heard her voice echo back to her like a mocking child.
Closing her eyes, Aelora put her hand against the side of the wall and let her eyes drift closed.
The light, the pulse of the lifebeat flashed in her mind. Glimpses of hallways and doors flashed.
There. There she is, Aelora thought, her eyes snapping open again. Only a little way down the hall.
Her fists clenched, she hurried forward, the familiar aura of her sister slowly growing the back of her mind. Aelora rounded a corner and sped up.
The Eldest Princess stopped in her
The Youngest Princess (Part 34)It took them at least three more jigs and another couple dance before Aelora and James could sneak away from the dancing floor. Her heart pounding, Aelora fairly collapsed against one of the benches, and rested her head on James's shoulder the moment he sat down. She could hear him still breathing hard, and smiled. What a wonderful thing it was to be close to him and not fear it. Not to have to hide it.More Like This
Smiling, she looked up at him. His face flushed, his glasses were askew. When he realized she was looking at him, he smiled gently down at her. Her heart flip-flopped. A thought occurring to her, she pulled back a little from him, and smiled wider.
"James..." she hesitated, then went on. "Would you like to take a walk? Quiet our ears for a moment."
James nodded, taking her hand. "Anything you say, Aelora," he replied, making her smile wryly.
"You give me too much freedom, dearest friend," she teased as she lead him behind the grand stair case. Knowing few people knew the door was there,
The Youngest Princess (Part 33)James thought he was getting used to see the great hall being filled with people.More Like This
He was wrong.
Throngs of people moved toward the doors and into the throne room. He could see colors for all four regions, saw eyes painted with the Desert Region wing pattern in with the dark rimed eyes of those from the Polar Region. Loose pants and tunics of orange and red mixed in with the soft pastel gowns of the Mountain region. Halfway into the hall, he almost ran head long into Professor Hervis himself.
The professor turned and looked at the human, his bright blue coat and deep green pants quite vivid against the white walls. James bowed instantly.
"So you have been invited to the celebrations, Master James," Hervis said, and smiled a little. "That is good. I trust you are well?"
James nodded hurriedly as they made their way into the Great Hall. "Yes, sir I-" anything he was about say trailed off as they went through the doors.
His jaw dropped.
The whole place had been festooned tiny strings of sh
The Youngest Princess (Part 32)He paced. Down the hall, back again, to his room, around it. He went to the bathing suite right after midday. The staff there looked at him, some unable to hide their smiles when he jumped at almost everything. They had seen nervous young lads before on the eve of the Solstice. Perhaps not this nervous, however. By the time he was done, dressed in a silver-blue tunic and pants that had cobalt blue embroidery on the high color and long sleeves, he thought that his nerves were going to bounce out of his stomach.More Like This
Then he paced more, his mind going at more than 90 miles per hour. He couldn't concentrate enough, couldn't even sit still enough to read a book. His hands clenched and unclenched.
He felt like an idiot.
He was going to make dolt of himself, that was for bloody sure. He kept looking at the ceiling, out the windows, needing some sign that told him that it was close to being ready to go.
There were very few people in the hall now, something James was thankful for. His hair probably
The Youngest Princess (Part 31)When Aelora awoke the next morning, she awoke very, very warm.More Like This
Sometime in the night she had rolled over so her back was to him. His arm wrapped lightly around her waist, while her head rested lightly between the pillow and his other arm. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck. Smiling, she stretched, then rolled over as gently as possible. Her smile widened at the sight of his face. She reached out, and lightly touched his cheek.
This face, this man who had woken her from that nightmare. He had saved her.
Her eyes traveled down past his face, and she blushed. The shirt he wore had come open a little. In her mind, curiosity warred with nerves. Curiosity won, so she let her fingers skim over his neck and rested her hand lightly against his chest. The warmth of him surged through her skin, and she smiled again. She moved closer, then watched with fascination as she touched him. Where her fingers met his skin, it turned light red, only to turn pale when she took
A Promise She Made With DeathShe was conceived on the edge of a mirror,More Like This
lined with pretty white lace,
that burned the inside of her parents' nostrils.
She was born with a hole in her heart,
that the doctor's never noticed,
and no one bothered to fill.
She met Death on the playground,
when kindergarten was bending her bones.
Enticed by the glinting of his scythe,
as it preyed on a malformed baby rabbit.
She made a pinky promise with him,
swearing that she'd never forget his face.
He came and went,
swayed by corpse breaths
and east-coast winds,
but always leaving her alone.
He showed her how to hurt,
in the worst kind of way.
And each time,
he paid her a visit,
he'd take someone back with him.
She often asked where he would go,
when his curled claws would drag her mother,
and every love she'd ever fallen for,
into the darkness that he crawled from.
All he'd say,
was that she'd find them again someday,
and that he would take her to them, personally.
But as February,
of her fourteenth year,
A Truth Amongst EqualsYou are not a goddess or an innocent maiden.More Like This
Nor are you a queen or an unsung heroine.
You are not a golden prize needed to be sought.
Nor are you a diamond to be bought.
You are not a silent genius or creative wonder.
Nor are you a judge, a leader, or an executioner.
Strive not to be an original amongst sequels,
But a bearer of truth amongst equals.
You are not a god among high or an all-knowing scholar.
Nor are you an invincible iron warrior.
You are not a flawless, owner of the earth.
Nor are you a necessity of worth for birth.
You are not a bird, of freedom and flight.
Nor are you mystery, a rebel in every fight.
Strive not to be an original amongst sequels,
But a bearer of truth amongst equals.
Cross with sphere.
Arrow with sphere.
You are not similar,
Nor will you ever be familiar.
You will find flaws, weaknesses, and defects.
Rights and wrongs, foolish choices and sour subjects.
Show courage and try new lengths.
Be a beacon of acceptance to all people.
A truth amo
Your Now A WriterGrab your things.More Like This
And some things you don’t need.
Bring those too.
You need those.
Find the loudest place.
Does it have food?
Then find a place that does.
Cats won’t laugh at themselves.
Go to the counter.
Get something small.
So small that you see the annoyance.
Find a table.
Size doesn’t matter.
Now listen to music.
You have no way to?
You have hands.
You have a mouth.
Think and observe.
Look at the people around you.
Think about your day.
Think about your mom.
Think about your dad.
Don’t have one maybe?
Think about it anyway.
Now does that make you feel?
I’m no psychologist.
Write that shit down.
Now think of some random guy.
Maybe a girl.
It’s not my random person.
This random person is yours.
Maybe your random person is you.
Maybe its similar to someone you thought about.
Maybe its that old guy near you.
Certainly not that old guy.
Now mess with this random person.
love letter to the state of florida1.More Like This
i am not in love with you.
i left you when the leaves turned and i'm back for now,
but only 'til i muster the strength to hoist my bags & run away
believe me, it's not that you're not paradise,
because i've had my fair share of briny breezes & tequila sunrises
and i too have caught myself with my toes in the sand for a tad
blinding white is just too opaque for glass houses and you know
the way the sun shines at midday, that'll melt your face right off
if you stare long enough--
trust me, i know a guy.
last saturday i saw your face on the cover of a national geographic
at the doctor's office,
they caught you singing in the misty rain, voice sweet i remember
like honeysuckle & orange blossoms in the summertime,
there were strands of sargassum woven into your hair, it smelled of
fresh dew, it stole the sun in handfuls and waltzed with the wind
around your shoulder blades;
i found angels sleeping in the crook of your back, skin golden honey
opening to catch saltsp
A Fairy Tale Ending.....Gay Rights In AmericaOnce upon a time....More Like This
In a land closer than it seems.
There once lived a girl,
Who had so many dreams....
But a dragon burned her heart,
And she got locked away.
All because that she....
Admitted she was gay
The villagers all hated her.
"A sin" is what they said!
And in there hate they had decided,
It's best to make her dead!
So to the tower they all went,
They opened the small door
They saw blood and there she was...
She was dead along the floor.
The villagers all noticed,
In her hand she held a note;
So one person read it out loud....
This is what she wrote:
"My secret I did tell you,
But that made you all mad;
And knowing you all hated me....
Well that makes me sad.
I'm not a sin, nor am I evil,
I'm a person just like you...
I had dreams one time in life....
Dreams you wouldn't let come true.
So now my heart is broken,
And my life it ends today,
All because I opened up;
And admitted I was gay...."
The villagers all stood there,
The dragon began to cry.
Then one villager opened up,
Pretentious DictionWhy does my heart insist that I emotionally invest myself in every person who deems me an acceptable flesh cushion for their aching desires?More Like This
Why do I fall in love with every person who makes my skin flush? The second they press their teeth against mine,
gonads ripe with curdling hormones that drive them to feverish teenage groping, my resolve,well, dissolves. God. It's so... uncouth.
The whole process is so messy; completely unattractive, but I can't reign in the four-beat need to swap spit with mere acquaintances! This time, however...
This time I'm in too deep.
There's no fucking poetry to articulate how perfect it was. There's nothing aesthetically acceptable to describe the experience:
The ebbing moon,
The swaying palm trees with their tittering fingers,
The distant thunder,
God. The way I could taste her, not only with my mouth but with every writhing atom in my fingertips...
All I want
Is to line up a conglomeration of syllables
In a meticulous fashion,
So as to engage
Knowing He is Not Guilty...More Like This
When I was in fifth grade,
a man followed my brother home.
I remember being on the computer
in the office right by the front door.
At first, it was a frantic knock.
My brother and his seventh grade friends
were quickly getting off their bikes,
my brother telling me to open the door.
I took my time getting up,
thinking they had forgotten their keys.
claiming to be neighborhood watch,
followed my brother and his friends home.
He saw them playing tag on their bicycles
on their own school campus,
yelled at them for trespassing,
threatening to call the cops,
and when no police arrived
he decided to take matters into his own hands.
He followed them home.
In his car.
He tailed them, but they saw him.
They tried to avoid him,
but when they got home
he pulled up and got out of his car
and ran up to our front door.
Our front door.
He came to our front door.
He followed them all the way home
and came up to our front door.
My brother was screa
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.More Like This
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
My mother just turned sixty
and her eyes when she looks at herself
in pictures from the '70s
makes me realize
that my time, however long,
Mindsweeper - Chapter 1MindsweeperMore Like This
Just keep moving, Ricky Just keep moving
I repeatedly chanted those words in my mind as I ran through the forest in a mad fury. My breath was short and gruff, the need for oxygen becoming more of a necessity every second. My brown button-up was just about drenched as sweat dripped down my face, sliding uncomfortably along my backside and into my socks. The muscles in my legs began to give out, ready to shut down completely so I wouldn't be able to move another step. Nevertheless, I continued to run as fast as I possibly could.
Just keep moving God damn it, don't slow down!
I didn't know how long I had been sprinting through the forest; could have been hours or days, I really wasn't keeping track. My mind was focused on one thing: to get as far away from him as humanly possible. My efforts may be in vain, but the adrenaline in my blood kept me going. I wasn't going to die tonight. Not in these woods.
Breathe But don't stop Just
ImpeccantStone wings spread out as if to enfold all who stood under them. Sad eyes, cracked with age, looked down coyly, away from all who stared.More Like This
It was such a strange thing to see, she thought, her eyes following the graceful curve the of the stone hair that curled around the statue's shoulders.
"Such a cold thing to be so perfect."
A warm hand rested on her shoulder, breaking her concentration. "Jeremie!" Aelita turned, smiling at the young man who had come up behind her.
"Are you alright?" Jeremie took his hand back, glancing up at the angel statue Aelita had been staring at so intently for the past few minutes. He glanced back at her, noting that her face was slightly pale. He frowned.
Aelita, unaware of his concern, nodded. "I'm fine. Just..." She looked back up at the statue. "Are these common here? On earth?"
Jeremie blinked at her, confused by the question. "Well...uh...they're mostly found in graveyards, but yes, they're fairly common. Why?"
Circumlocution"I am such an idiot."More Like This
Aelita buried her face against her hands, grumbling. "Stupid, stupid-"
"Princess, you okay?"
Aelita looked up, still frowning, and looked over at Yumi, who was sitting across from her at the table. She opened her mouth to reply, then shut it again, and shrugged. How could she talk to Yumi or the others if she couldn't make sense to the one who knew her best? Aelita sighed again, and Yumi raised her eyebrows.
"Something's got your back up. What's wrong?" Her dark eyes flashed. "Did Sissy pull something?"
Aelita shook her head, choking out a humorless laugh. "Ha. I wish." She sighed. "I don't know...Yumi...have ever had the feeling when you're talking to..to..."despite her efforts to hide it, a blush started to creep up her cheeks- "someone you like, do you ever find you can't speak properly?"
Yumi smiled slowly, and nodded. "Maybe. Why?"
Aelita shrugged. "It's all circumlocution."
Yumi blinked at her. "It's...what?"
"Oh sorry." Annoyed at herself, Aelita flipped a
DiavoloMore Like This
My name is Annabell Reavers. I'm one of those girl's that are popular, Good grades, Rich, and pretty. With blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and simi tan skin. Yeah, sounds like the perfect life? Well It was for a while. Up untill daddy got a new job. The family was forced to move.
My father bought a new house, a mansion. The mansion in the picture looked like some creepy house in a horror film. You know the kind, with ghost, or killers inside them. The one's with vampire's or were-wolves.
This mansion was built in the early 1800. Giving me more of a reason to say it's haunted. I find the house a bit ominous and creepy.
"Anna dear help your brother out please." My mother called out from the door way.
That was another problem. My fourteen year old brother. He was the opposite of me. He unlike me, liked creepy things. Where as I like bright things, Like the color pink, rainbows, and unicorns. I love Unicorns.
My brother wore weird clothes as well. LIke black band hoodies, and skinny jeans. He
She's DeadRemembering her day,More Like This
And all the words they said.
The images kept taunting her,
Never leaving her alone.
She bawled her eyes out.
Never wanting to let go.
She fought the empty air.
Hiding her emotions,
Showing no despair.
But she finally broke,
She let it all out,
Her screams, her shouts,
And tainted red eyes
She finally gave in.
With a pen and knife,
She told her story that night,
And when she was done,
She took her own life.
SolitudeThe world that I live in is nothing too greatMore Like This
I honestly hate living in this unconscionable state
Of mind where nothing seems to goes right
Where the flicker of hope goes out like a light
I feel like reality is slipping away from me
And I can no longer reach the door I must see
So I reside myself to my darkened thoughts
And remind myself that I don't need to be taught
I sit in a corner in my brain
Trying so hard to keep myself sane
From the chaos that surrounds me so
Ignoring the people that seem to know
More about life than they let on to
Too bad nobody believes it's true
I cover my ears to block out the lies
I can't stand the sight, so I cover my eyes
I envelope myself in the blacked room
Hoping that darkness will take me soon
In my world, stars do not shine
And little babies don't dare to whine
The birds here do not whistle or sing
And marriage is not focused on one puny ring
Love is nonexistent, as it always has been
And the planet seemed to make peace again
There also seems to be