A Violet Shade Of Death :DraftShe followed her gut on this...for when her family was missing the best bet was to follow her gut , at least that's what she'd learned through out the years. The young woman continued on her way humming as the sound of leaves crunching beneath her bare feet echoed in her ears. The forest was dark now only the gentle light of a crescent moon allowed her to see ahead of her. Cory. She growled in her mind. The only time she was counting on her usually sleepy and lazy younger brother to watch their other siblings while she was gone was the time the idiot helped them with their less then genius adventure plans.
New Lives And Gift KnivesNEW LIVES AND GIFT KNIVES The older girl was careful to avoid going in the streets so instead she takes the back way to her home stepping in through the back door. Letting out a sigh of relief when she finds a note telling her that Kaleb has left to go help their parents in the next town over. She slowly makes her way to one of the well furnished guest rooms setting Kathedral down. She starts to gently and carefully clean the young girl up. Reaching out to brush the young girl’s hair she allows herself to hum softly. Most of the pieces of cloth and water bowls she uses are dirty with a muddy brown and hints of purple and red. As Looking at Kate with her clean skin and tangle free hair sleeping peacefully looking calm. Niko decides it's her turn to clean up. She grabs one of the fluffy white towels from the bedside before silently leaving the guestroom allowing her protégé to rest. Nikoletta sheds her torn dirty clothes on her way to
Beauty Vs. BeastBEAUTY VS. BEASTNiko has heard that when a mentor’s Protégé is in trouble the necklace is to react and tell the tattoo to burn as a signal they need help. Without much thought said mentor rushes from her house into the throng of town people. Weaving expertly through the crowd it feels like an eternity before she spots Kate and the demon attacking her with long claws red beady eyes and peeling skin. Some of the men in the village are trying to kill the demon and failing miserably. Niko knows better than to fight the abomination in front of others. So despite her pride she lets out a blood curling feminine scream drawing the demons attention to her before running into thick woods outside the village. Nikos Heart sinks when she hears a whimper from behind her. Stopping and facing the demon realizing it still had its filthy hand around Kate’s neck. A hellish growl rips from Nikoletta’s throat. Her eyes seem to darken much like tare col
Necklaces And Tattoos NECKLACES AND TATTOOSThe hazel eyed girl leads the way in to her humble abode. The sight was quite unsettling for Kathedral. Nikoletta is never one to just give in or take something laying down but nevertheless she follows the older girl inside."now Kathedral-" Nikoletta begins"Kate. Not Kathedral" Kate interrupts"Okay Kate. I'm Niko. Anyway you are going to need this" Niko hands the younger girl a thin silver chain necklace with a small X with a line going horizontally through it. Niko watches Kate take the necklace examining it with the look of complete confusion and curiosity. Niko gently takes it back putting it around the young Burnett's neck."Keep it on always but never let anyone see it. In a few months or maybe a year you will get a tattoo of that symbol on your wrist that will indicate that you are full member of the sisterhood. The nec
Welcome To The Family WELCOME TO THE FAMILYThe sun has yet to shine its warming rays on the land of the small village. In one of the many houses still covered in the dark of the autumn night in a large well-kept room lays a young woman covered head to toe with a warm white quilt sleeping on her queen sized bed. Light blue curtains hang from the four banisters at each corner of her resting place. Soft snores drift in through the walls from the room next to hers where her older brother is resting. All is peaceful and tranquil until a load bang forces its way into the sleeping girls’ ears. Her bright hazel eyes slowly drift open. Lazily she sits up; unwrapping herself from her warm cozy cocoon. Dark black hair with shades of brown woven through falls in front of her face. The young woman gently removes the dark strands while gliding her feet to the floor. The
Roles We PlayIn life we are all assigned a character to play a script that we never auditioned for we just wanted to be ourselves is that society has told us that's what people encourage but they want you to conform so naturally the society gives us line from the script we're different we must play out the character in a story line that we don't always get to choose. When we finally get a chance to be ourselves we are not sure that the person next to us is fully them or their character because we ourselves have trouble distinguishing who we really are the person society and others want us to be. It's cruel things now that we are all actors in some way or another and we don't get paid for it. We have to go through and do it act say what's appropriate for what society has deemed is okay or us that day. So our friends people we love in people we are close to have their role to play as well and sometimes their role in our character are not written in the same script for long in that we are not always a
Oh SpringOh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.Oh, tell the sun,Oh, the wonderful sun,To bring her warmth and come,To Shine down on the things that need to be done.Oh, whisper to the flowers,Oh, the beautiful flowers,Remind them to bloom,To show themselves soon.Oh, Yell to the waters,Oh, the magnificent waters,Urge them to flow,And never their currents slow.Oh, greet new life,Oh, innocent new life,Smile at them from all around,Let them listen you your calming sound.Oh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.
Army Of One Only few seem to care Though they’re never there To see my broken body Strangers stare at me oddly They know me they say Let them leave as they may An actress in public A dying soul being robotic Pills don’t numb the pain Razor blades give my skin bloody stains The bullet let the ease came Another lost fight hires on the screen How life could be so mean So at least the end we are an army of one Not a lot got done Now to find put who won some believe death is a gift Others a curse Scared body; secret broken soul lefts
Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.No not at all.All the mistakes I can't take back,Only makes another crack.I wish I could sit on the wall.For I'm only a porcelain doll.I don't want to break,From all the memories and love the demons take.
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.Useless criticism and sad songs.White weddings and pale funerals.Kind words and happy endings.Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.A good book and life in general.Simple things like that can make you cry.And that's okay.You're not made of stone and iron,you're not a cold, heartless machine...You're just human.And that's more than okay.
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl thatpours her secrets into the nightin the form of melodies andthe fire that burns so bright.She's just a naive girl thatwrites random heartbreaking art andtries to keep her heart fromfalling apart.She's just a girl thattries so hard to survive in the worldfilled with two-faced people andendless inner wars that keep on burning..
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.Locked doors.Memories in scars.Tears that fall unheeded,and wishes from afar.Disappear, oh Disappear.Voices in my head,I cannot entertain you.I cannot end up dead.You know that I won't stay forever,so you up the Pain.I still don't understand you,though I know what you seek to gain.You cannot have my body,it's under my control...and though you whittle away the pieces,and I'm no longer whole...I'm stronger than you think me,stronger than I know.I hurt!I hurt!Damn you Shadows!I do not want to go!I want to stay,I want to see!Please, oh please...just no!
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,they may be sharp and rough,but they are a big part of methat made me strong when I was weak.
Ocean's TouchThere is this strange comfortof being weightless in the sea.Just floating there alone and undisturbed,with your eyes closed and your mind at ease.The smell of the ocean grounds you and relaxes youwhile the gentle waves stroke your sensitive skin.You feel safe and the options and life choicesno longer torture your brain.You feel free, calm and sanefor that little period of time when nothing matters,the pressure is gone and everything is fine.The ocean's touch lingers on your exposed skin,not like a lover, but a healer.
i am too much and yet not enough.i.)she tells me i havethe heart of a mouse,put your ear againstmy ribs and hear thetrapped hummingbirdscrying to escape. today,my wings are slashed. thisis nothing unusual, thisis nothing different exceptit's a Tuesday and ipromised to cry onlyMondays and Thursdays.(its a good thing we both knowi only keep half my promises)ii.)we do not speak about it. but,neither do we pretend it'snot there - something tobe ignored and overlooked. sheacknowledges, salutes andmoves on; she's a soldierthat refuses to fight andi think i am glad of this.(learning to be peaceful after alifetime of war is slow going,but we're getting there.)iii.)sorry is a forbiddenword in this house. sometimesi forget this andapologise for taking upthe air. sometimes sheforgets this and apologisesfor taking up the space. onthese days, we sip blacktea whilst i thread myfingers through her hair andread. it never matters what,she just likes to hear myvoice and words take u
Dazzling ParagraphsI can feel the thunder in my mind and icy rivers in my veins.The soft wind in my hair and the ocean's breath in my lungs.I can still feel your burning touch in the cold, gentle rain.And your hands, I can feel them everywhere and that makes me shiver.I can feel the stars shake when you look at me in the dark moonlight.I can feel those dazzling paragraphs that you write with your lips on my neck.I can still taste that scandal that you call a kiss.I write for you and my words are sparking madness in my heart and my soul.I write about you because I know that at one time we had it all and that gives me hope.
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyhow the differencebetween making your lifeand taking your lifeis a single letterremember the importanceof words-speak up before it's too late
Now you are an angelNow you are an angel,For only angels come when you die.We close our eyes,Hearing your angels lullaby.Now you are an angel.