Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his b
Because of his parents both working two jobs to stabilize their big family, he was often left with taking responsibility for the others during the days. He was taught to care for his siblings as at an early age, which brought him up to become almost like a parent for his siblings. The older he became, the more he seemed to feel worn out and exhausted, but was pushed further so he could still care for
“You can’t do this! She’s only a little girl! She’s your own flesh and blood!”
A gruff, angry voice slurred back, “That small abomination is not my daughter. That’s a hell spawn. A freak!”
Adeline pulled the doll closer to her chest as she heard those words. Her father always frightened her, especially when he was drunk. Always yelling, always cursing, and always beating her. She sniffled. It wasn’t her fault that voices told her things.
She could hear her brother, Johnathan pleading with her father to calm down.
“Dad, please! She’s not-” Johnathan’s voice was suddenly cut off with a yelp.
“That’ll teach you to argue with me, boy.” Her father said quietly before stomping to her bedroom door.
The door flung open to reveal her father’s angry, drunken visage.
By Arecus. Conberma
Chapter 1: Friends to Enemy
A long time ago, before the two destined lovers met and born, and before the two Kingdoms became allies. There was a star, fallen from the great above the sky as it fell into the ocean. The fallen star, surprisingly coincidentally, hit the city of Atlantis, but there was no explosion. Instead, it absorbed into one of the merhogs body who was giving birth to a new life. And the child was born, a princess, whose fur was as shiny as the star, the King and Queen both named the little princess "Sapphire", no one knew why or what happened. But all merhogs in Atlantis believed in one thing; it was destiny.
Until then, the little princess was as normal as other merhogs were, nothing special happened ever since she had absorbed the power of the fallen star. That left a mystery to the world.
Years went by, it was a peaceful time for the two Kingdoms, and so as the destined lovers would be met. In the middle of the fo
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
My head and heart, I can’t go back
I only wanted to be your friend
Everyone always ran away from me
Now, then, always until I cut myself free
I received a fresh start from my end
Scalpel and suture, jars and vials chill
I read through my body parts like a will
With this blade, my fear I rend
They hate me, just like before
People are silly, life was a bore
As for me, I am on the mend