‘tis quite a misread sitch
one i simply couldn’t pitch
we started off as friends
now dreams of more won’t end
she kisses me in the quiet 
where we can’t start a riot
i think of her in sun
oh baby, let’s just run?
but all my calls are night
her one goal clear in sight
for something that’s quite casual
no components valuable
frustration tastes like cherry
i understand you’re weary
but take a little leap
and give me...

My father begged me not to pick the apple. 
But it was exquisite, round, and with such a lovely, golden luster. When I reached out to touch it, a white dragonfly landed on my shoulder, like a pinprick of light. I tore the fruit from its perch and sank my teeth into its flesh. 
The dragonfly bit down on my shoulder, and as I cried out, it turned red as blood. 

as the darkness closes in  
i'm forced to stare behind
a mirror shows my shaded past

it's torturing my mind...

i see the times they turned their back
and left me all alone
my heart collapsed and shattered then

they stole my only home...

i always feared the vicious thought
of never being loved
but now the demon's waking up

i thought i was beloved...

and as i gaze into the past
i slowly draw a scream
for everything...

I wish that I could sing and shout to all my little friends, though I do fear I can't today. 
For all my little friends won't hear my little voice vanishing from this little place we call our home. 
Each time I talk my voice gets worse and worse, so it'll disappear completly from this itsy-bitsy world. 
The more I talk, the less and less I can say next time in this little world. 
For I am sick and old...

    The man stood motionless, haunted by an expression he couldn’t purge and a tear that wouldn’t be allowed to drop. Alone but too proud to ask for help, he needed someone to see them. The plasma screen he inhabited remained empty.
    But watching through the fourth wall, Lucy saw. She recognised the look on his face because she’d seen it in the mirror. And like she did when she looked in the mirror, she looked away from the screen, repulsed....

Seraphim was twelve years of age on that day. He started his knight training that same year. The Kingdom of Alpea had many choices of knight, but Seraphim went with the choice that resonated with him the most, Calvary. Seemed like the best choice, as he could wield a spear on par with his father, and being able to be close to horses was a dream!

Many years had passed since he made that fateful decision, a war had came...

Time is ticking away
Sand is trickling down
And time is slipping away
From our outstretched hands
And we’re both in the know
That we’re really near gone
But there’s still so much more
Left between the both of us
So, Dear Time,
 
Won’t you slow down as you pass us by?
Give us a few stolen seconds more


Time is rhythmic
Dancing along to the tune
But we’re swaying slow
So time adjust your flow
You’re going too fast ...

"Not to be, like, rude or anything. But I look at all those class posters and wonder how many people have killed themselves." Laughter erupted from the small lunch table in the high school commons. A girl named Ellie had asked the question as if she had said something funny. And she couldn't even say the last four words without doubling over with laughs. 
    Suicide is not funny. 
A couple weeks before school was back in session, a...

I’m suspended, floating, an apparition better gone unnoticed. Who would notice? Above me, my reflection; below, an abyss, threatening to swallow me whole. My breath drifts away - mine, then gone. When will I stop holding my breath and just let go?
       I open my eyes, breaking the surface, grab for breath almost lost forever. Stars, millions. Cold, radiant. Light that no longer exists, but I still see it. It washes over me, and I wish the...

Her pain was drowning her, 
encasing her in a world without oxygen,
but little by little, she was learning to swim again, 
So that one day when the waves came again, 
She would want to fight again. 
 

‘tis quite a misread sitch
one i simply couldn’t pitch
we started off as friends
now dreams of more won’t end
she kisses me in the quiet 
where we can’t start a riot
i think of her in sun
oh baby, let’s just run?
but all my calls are night
her one goal clear in sight
for something that’s quite casual
no components valuable
frustration tastes like cherry
i understand you’re weary
but take a little leap
and give me...

My father begged me not to pick the apple. 
But it was exquisite, round, and with such a lovely, golden luster. When I reached out to touch it, a white dragonfly landed on my shoulder, like a pinprick of light. I tore the fruit from its perch and sank my teeth into its flesh. 
The dragonfly bit down on my shoulder, and as I cried out, it turned red as blood. 

as the darkness closes in  
i'm forced to stare behind
a mirror shows my shaded past

it's torturing my mind...

i see the times they turned their back
and left me all alone
my heart collapsed and shattered then

they stole my only home...

i always feared the vicious thought
of never being loved
but now the demon's waking up

i thought i was beloved...

and as i gaze into the past
i slowly draw a scream
for everything...

I wish that I could sing and shout to all my little friends, though I do fear I can't today. 
For all my little friends won't hear my little voice vanishing from this little place we call our home. 
Each time I talk my voice gets worse and worse, so it'll disappear completly from this itsy-bitsy world. 
The more I talk, the less and less I can say next time in this little world. 
For I am sick and old...

Seraphim was twelve years of age on that day. He started his knight training that same year. The Kingdom of Alpea had many choices of knight, but Seraphim went with the choice that resonated with him the most, Calvary. Seemed like the best choice, as he could wield a spear on par with his father, and being able to be close to horses was a dream!

Many years had passed since he made that fateful decision, a war had came...

Time is ticking away
Sand is trickling down
And time is slipping away
From our outstretched hands
And we’re both in the know
That we’re really near gone
But there’s still so much more
Left between the both of us
So, Dear Time,
 
Won’t you slow down as you pass us by?
Give us a few stolen seconds more


Time is rhythmic
Dancing along to the tune
But we’re swaying slow
So time adjust your flow
You’re going too fast ...

I’m suspended, floating, an apparition better gone unnoticed. Who would notice? Above me, my reflection; below, an abyss, threatening to swallow me whole. My breath drifts away - mine, then gone. When will I stop holding my breath and just let go?
       I open my eyes, breaking the surface, grab for breath almost lost forever. Stars, millions. Cold, radiant. Light that no longer exists, but I still see it. It washes over me, and I wish the...

Her pain was drowning her, 
encasing her in a world without oxygen,
but little by little, she was learning to swim again, 
So that one day when the waves came again, 
She would want to fight again. 
 

    Narwhals, scientifically known as Monodon monoceros, which means "one tooth, one tusk in Latin, is a beautiful whale and is often referred to as the "unicorn of the Sea". A narwhals' isn't a horn, but a nine seven to ten foot left canine which grows through the narwhal's upper lip. Though male narwhals are usually the ones with a tusk, some females do too, and some males are "double tuskers" which means that they have not one, but...

The ship had been sailing for nearly an hour, and the gentle breeze carried it swiftly across the turquoise ocean. It had been smooth sailing until, without warning, the ship sailed faster, and it's wheel spun out of control. They were heading towards the endless waterfall at the edge of the world, where no one had returned from. The crew screamed in terror, "we're doomed!' shouted one of the men, clinging on to another. Not long after, half of the...