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My thirst for blood was the only thing that was constant. Time changed. People changed. Places changed. But the horrible burning in my throat never seemed to waver. Never seemed to be quenched. At some points...it was but an inch, slightly bothersome, but otherwise ignored. This was not one of those times. The fire that raged on inside m...
"Zoe?" Lucy whispered, shattering the silence. "Yes?" I answered reluctantly. "Please tell me what it looks like," I opened my eyes for the first time that night, "It's dark out, I can't see," "I can't either," "I know," More silence. "Please?" I paused. "It's nice out,"
"This is stupid, Jack," "That's exactly why I am doing this," "Those are famous last words," "At least I can say something cool before I die," "No, Jack, that is not ‘something cool’," "Speak for yourself," "I am, and I'm speaking for you because lord knows that if I don't, no one will," Jack knocked loud...
We are as smart as a seven year old. We find that insulting. Why for only seven years? Does one’s smarts cut off at a certain point? Why must ours cut off earlier? We don’t sound seven, do we? Look at us. Look at our black wings. Look at our beady eyes. Look at our shimmering feathers. Look at our shiny beak. We don’t look seve...
The shattering of glass, a clear depiction. The start of a new cycle. Another beginning. “Mom! Nan is seizing again,” 'What do we do?" “She does it all the time, she’s probably fine,” “Probably?” “Get her meds!” They were too late, I was already gone. The sun pierced through the sheltered ca...
NOTE: this is a continuation of my story ‘Don’t die’. I probably won’t do another continuation again, I just thought it would make the most sense instead of writing a completely different story about the same topic. *This is from Christina’s point of view* I didn’t even know her name. Why did I care so much? I gav...
This is it. Roars filled the air confirming it. My eyes shifted to focus on the people standing next to me. They were all from different crowds, they had different hair colors, different eyes, their skin tones were all over the spectrum. The determination that shined in their eyes was the only thing that they all had in common. And their thirst for blood...
“Ok, Benny, shut up,” I snarled, finally losing my patience with his constant word vomit. I know I probably hurt his feelings, but I really didn’t care, I had a very, very, very important job. The other girl in the elevator glared at me, but I really didn’t care, I had a very, very, very important project. I blinked three times then closed my eyes, making it much easier to think without th...
I do not want to get married today. Was it a little late to be deciding that? No, it was never too late. I must believe that. The music gained in volume, almost tauntingly, ‘The wedding march’. I have been to enough weddings to know that this song had such a deep meaning. A new beginning, the start of a new life with the person you love, the person you want to spend the res...
“Can you keep a secret?” It was a simple question, innocent enough. It was often accompanied with the usual wide eyes-usually avoiding mine, the whispery voice, barely a breath with the trivial hope that another human wouldn’t hear their next words. There was even the occasional lip-biting, the hair twirling, and other meaningless fidgets that are often associated with anxiety, nerves. So why did this particular instance...
Not dead, just a writer
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