PsychosocialFinalized. No turning back.
It's sunny outside and there's time to kill. Kill. How ironic. Assemble willpower, lock your aim. Grab the keys, turn the door handle, lock it.
Bright. I put my hands in my shorts' pockets. Where to go? Hmm. . .park. May as well enjoy the weather. Walk.
Avoid eye contact, prevent perception. I breathe deeply. Feign normalization.
Walking past shop windows, I observe. Short, purple, sequined dress. Perfect for acquiring surveillance from the Not-So-Harmless Stoned-Crème de la crème-In-The-Making, changing life to the melodramatics of another adolescent girl screwed over literally by her own exhibitionism. Typical.
Warm breeze. Hmm. . .parched. Damn the interminable encumbrance of anthropo-requirements. Well, they wouldn't vex me for too long. I need a hydrator.
Transient reroute to the store. Step inside, navigate the aisles. Water or sweet fluid? . . . Water. I take an eight oz. water bottle. Move to the cashier. Ensure façade is
Childhood: The Strawberry FieldFerri picked a strawberry, laid back in the field and stared at the clouds. She sighed contently and closed her eyes.
Skipping in shorts and a T-shirt, she munched on the berries and stared up at the sky. She was about to sit down, when straw and blades of grass were stuffed into her shirt and sprinkled on her hair, accompanied with young snickering.
"Gu-uys!" The little girl whined.
She attempted to brush herself up, but thought better of it and attacked her brothers back. Soon, the three of them were on the floor, lying on top of each other, covered in straw, and laughing their heads off.
They sat up next to each other, watching the sunset, talking and nibbling on strawberries. Carefree, untroubled.
Those were the times when she could be with her brothers. She could laugh with them, talk to them, share with them, feel them, see them. She didn't have to reminisce about their memories, when she was still making them. She didn't have to miss them. She didn't need to drown
Evil Angel - Pt.2I opened my eyes slowly, and blinked at the clear blue sky above me. I sat up, and ran a hand through my hair. Hmm . . . perhaps I’d been dreaming? I stood up, and the noise around me suddenly crashed into my ears. Looking around, I realized I wasn’t at home. I stood up, wondering why I was lying on the street in the first place. I looked at the crowd of people. They were all looking panicked and horrified, but before I had a chance to see what all the commotion was about, I caught sight of not only a particularly relaxed face, but . . . it was glowing slightly. I gasped, closed my eyes, shook my head lightly, and looked at him again. Still there, leaning against a building with his arms crossed. He had messy, pure black hair, just like mine but slightly longer, unnaturally vivid, flaming orange irises, and clear, white skin. Undoubtedly, he was handsome, but at the same time . . . so malicious. He was the only person around us who was looking, directly, at me – he lo
How To Save A LifeStep one, you say, "We need to talk"
He walks, you say, "Sit down it's just a talk"
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
"Hey. Come on, let's talk. Sit here." I say, motioning towards the couch. He looks like he's going to leave. "Just sit." I urge.
He sits, and he gives me an artificial smile, as if he doesn't know why I want to talk to him. I just watch him.
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
"You know why we're here. We need to sort out this problem of yours, and I think it's best if you talk to someone about it." I say.
He stays silent.
"You used to tell me about this before, you used to let it all out. And then you stopped. You started keeping everything bottled up inside. You closed up. It's not right. You'll start to wither." I start. "Everyone needs an outlet. You're my friend. You know I'll do anything to help you, if you would just
Soul of Half a HeartWhat a beautiful soul, I thought, as I sat on the balcony railing, waiting impatiently for the sun to set. I had seen such a magnificent soul today . . . it was an unexpected surprise. The crowd was large, who would have thought I would spot an extraordinaire with a simple turn of my head? That soul had stood out over all else, shining like a bright beacon made just for me. There were people around; unfortunately, I knew I would have to wait for it. So I'd followed it until it went home; that way, I would know where to come back for it.
As I shifted restlessly, I thought of the beautiful delicacy of that soul. The fragility, the warmth, the light . . . the perfection . . . Its radiance and energy were more profound than any other I had seen. Even the common ones were silken soft to the touch, so I wondered what this extraordinaire would feel like.
I glared at the sun, willing it to sink faster. I was anxious to get going. . . I had promised myself to wait until I found the r
Hurricane, Pt.3"Harry. That reminds me, what's your decision Nel?" Sergei asked me.
My thoughts went back to what I'd been thinking about earlier.
"Whatever you wish."
His eyebrows creased. He only wanted to do what I wanted to do. And I only wanted to do what he wanted. I had made up my mind, as soon as I'd left him this morning. I really didn't mind what we did, I was fine either way. Although I was slightly more inclined to go rather than not. . .But it didn't matter. I was going to hand the decision-making to him. I was quite sure I knew what the outcome would be.
"I'm serious," I smiled at him.
"No, but what would you -"
"Do you know Harry?" Marshall interrupted.
"It could be any Harry, Marsh." Miles murmured.
"I know that, but I also believe in fate," He replied. He turned back towards us, "Do you know Harry Foster from FUO?"
I felt surprised.
"You know Harry Foster?" I asked incredulously.
Few people knew of the man. In fact, Sergei and I had only met him for the first time two w
Hurricane, Pt.2They were only collecting people still out on the streets. There was only one thing to do. . .
When the shutter was open high enough, the three of us stepped out into the raging winds. There were two workers waiting on the other side. As soon as they turned around to open the back of the emergency vehicle, I escaped into an alley a few feet away. I began sprinting towards the woods, but the two boys were following. When they were close enough, the aquamarine finally spoke, well, yelled so that he could be heard over the roaring gale, "What the hell are you doing?"
It didn't seem like the two workers were going to follow us when we clearly didn't want to be rescued.
"Trying to find someone, that's what. There's no way I'm going to that center without him." I replied, not slowing down. I didn't think I'd ever done anything so reckless in my life. "Why are you two following me anyway?"
"Well, you see, there's probably some measure of social etiquette that says it's not quite acceptable to
Hurricane, Pt. 1It was a windy day, the sky had tones of sepia in it, and I was walking down the street. Things were pretty peaceful, but I felt slightly worried about Sergei. We were joined by the hip, but today, we wanted time to think alone. We were always together. If there was some work or chore to be done that involved going out, I would either go alone, or we would both go. He rarely went out alone, but that didn't mean he never did. Sergei was very reserved and didn't talk to people. At all. He wouldn't speak a single word to anyone. He only talked to and communicated through me. Today was one of those rare days Sergei was going out alone; there was a decision to make, and although it wasn't the first time I'd left him alone, it still felt odd. I had just left him at the entrance of the woods he was going to take a walk through, feeling somewhat reluctant despite that comforting smile of his. So, here I was, taking a walk through town.
The wind was getting stronger and autumn leaves, sh
Evil Angel - Pt.1“Wake up! Alastair!”
I jerked awake and opened my eyes. My Mom was standing over me, shaking my shoulder.
“Come on, you’ll be late for school.”
I knew I wouldn’t be, but I got up anyway, rubbing my eyes. As I stumbled out of bed, Mom left my room. I stretched and yawned, and looked out the window, the curtains of which she had already shoved aside. As I got ready for school, my thoughts were joyous. When I went downstairs and into the kitchen, Maggie was mirroring my high spirits. She was jumping around with her mouth full of toast, dancing away with squeals of laughter whenever Mom tried to grab her to calm her down a little. Seeing me, she ran towards me. I caught her up and lifted her into the air, allowing her to ruffle my hair. She giggled and I set her on her feet again.
“Good morning!” she sang.
“Good morning,” I replied, smiling.
I sat down at the table, and she climbed into my lap, as was her custom. As I took a piece
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