Family is not determined by blood, it is determined by love. Not ones who will watch you bleed, but the ones who will help to stop it. You can't choose your name, or what it carries. But you can choose what it will mean when you carry it. Real family is earn, not given by the connection of a last name.
How I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Love thee to end of space itself, around the stars and planets
That make up your heart, A heart that is pure and good, a heart
That is like no other is all the best and worst ways, because
Those bad ways you call them, are just scares, scares that
Will heal, but never fade, to be there to remind you of
Just what you can accomplish, yet there also there to
Show you you can fail, but to me I shows your bravery to
Try away, to show everyone what I already can see,
That you are smart beyond knowledge, wise beyond your
Years, caring behony belief, and so much more, one
Word could never describe my love for thee, for there
Are thousand and thousands of words, phrases, and
Sonnets, I am not the best with words nor the best person
On this green Earth, but for you I try everyday, just a little
Bit more to be, so that someday I be that ray of sunlight
After a stormy rain, just like you do for me.
Love thee to end of space itself, around the stars and planets
That make up your heart, A heart that is pure and good, a heart
That is like no other is all the best and worst ways, because
Those bad ways you call them, are just scares, scares that
Will heal, but never fade, to be there to remind you of
Just what you can accomplish, yet there also there to
Show you you can fail, but to me I shows your bravery to
Try away, to show everyone what I already can see,
That you are smart beyond knowledge, wise beyond your
Years, caring behony belief, and so much more, one
Word could never describe my love for thee, for there
Are thousand and thousands of words, phrases, and
Sonnets, I am not the best with words nor the best person
On this green Earth, but for you I try everyday, just a little
Bit more to be, so that someday I be that ray of sunlight
After a stormy rain, just like you do for me.
Performance
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I remember that sign, it was plastered across the billboard out in the front hall,
I never really understood it, our teacher brought us out there to show us,
In case somehow we missed it,
We all thought our teacher was going to do the same,
But instead she told us that words do hurt, sometime worse than
Anything else, she told us to watch our mouths and each other,
Because once it leaves your lips there is no taking it back,
You can say sorry all you want, but forgiving is not forgetting,
I was never really a popular kid, I was known as the shy girl,
How that I may or may not be able to talk,
But instead of asking or talking to me they just moked me,
Especially when it came to reading or math,
You know how it always sucks when your picked last in gym,
Well it almost seems worse when its for reading,
Or a simple math game, no one wanted the slow girl,
The stumble over her own words girl,
The girl that no matter how hard she tried, couldn't understand,
All she wanted was to understand, but she found it so hard,
The teachers tried to help, but only the good ones did,
Some students took the time to to help, other took the time to talk,
All she wanted was to understand, to be understood,
Her mother, father, brother, all just wanted to help,
Her dad wanted nothing more than for her to be able to hold her head up high,
Her mother wanted her to feel comfortable in her own skin,
Her brother wanted his big sister to not be alone on the playground,
And she just wanted to understand and make them happy,
When it came to other things she stood proud,
She brought in images and pictures for show in tell that made the girls squirm,
She didnt care if they squirmed, she liked what she brought,
So what did it matter,
When she was teased for her eyes she brought in papers,´
Papers her mother found and printed for her,
They showed celebrates and other people with eyes just like hers,
The bullying stopped for that, and when asked about that ¨bruise¨ on her face,
She would reply with name of it and that she was born with it,
Wishing words didn't hurt is not a solution, doing something is.
I remember that sign, it was plastered across the billboard out in the front hall,
I never really understood it, our teacher brought us out there to show us,
In case somehow we missed it,
We all thought our teacher was going to do the same,
But instead she told us that words do hurt, sometime worse than
Anything else, she told us to watch our mouths and each other,
Because once it leaves your lips there is no taking it back,
You can say sorry all you want, but forgiving is not forgetting,
I was never really a popular kid, I was known as the shy girl,
How that I may or may not be able to talk,
But instead of asking or talking to me they just moked me,
Especially when it came to reading or math,
You know how it always sucks when your picked last in gym,
Well it almost seems worse when its for reading,
Or a simple math game, no one wanted the slow girl,
The stumble over her own words girl,
The girl that no matter how hard she tried, couldn't understand,
All she wanted was to understand, but she found it so hard,
The teachers tried to help, but only the good ones did,
Some students took the time to to help, other took the time to talk,
All she wanted was to understand, to be understood,
Her mother, father, brother, all just wanted to help,
Her dad wanted nothing more than for her to be able to hold her head up high,
Her mother wanted her to feel comfortable in her own skin,
Her brother wanted his big sister to not be alone on the playground,
And she just wanted to understand and make them happy,
When it came to other things she stood proud,
She brought in images and pictures for show in tell that made the girls squirm,
She didnt care if they squirmed, she liked what she brought,
So what did it matter,
When she was teased for her eyes she brought in papers,´
Papers her mother found and printed for her,
They showed celebrates and other people with eyes just like hers,
The bullying stopped for that, and when asked about that ¨bruise¨ on her face,
She would reply with name of it and that she was born with it,
Wishing words didn't hurt is not a solution, doing something is.
A name, what does it mean, what does it carry, For me and others like me it carries a weight,
Not alway bad but not always good, A weight that is just eavy enough you need others help,
Someday in the far far ffaarr future I will be married, I will find my lifelong friend and start the next branch in my lopsided tree,
And then i will have my first child, then another, As they grow so will there minds, and before i know it, I will be trying to answer there many questions, Then one day from school they will bring home that paper,
You know that paper, the one with the tree and blank spots for your family, Yeah that one,
And my kids will come home wided eye with wonder about learning,
Who goes where, were they come from, what there last names mean, I say names because one name does not make a whole tree,
But how will they feel when there daddy has all the answers, And mommy only has a few,
Will they research on there own, will they even care, When I was younger I wanted to know everything about my names,
And my mom and dad wanted to fill in all the blanks, But they couldn't, and when i asked about some relatives,
“I'll tell you about them when your older”, Why?, How ever I waited, and listened and learned,
I have pride in my names, even though I know they dont have much pride in themselves,
Maybe someday i'll have all the names, but till then, I'll just be happy with the ones I have
Rhyming Poem
Snuggled down with my book
Just hanging out in my nook
Enjoying the smells coming from the cook
I try to wait but shook
Give it some time
Sing a little rhyme
It will all come in good time
Time time time, over and over again
Just waiting
And staying in one little spot
Eyes on a book, my nose toward to cook
Time is never ending for a kid, wouldn't you agree
Just hanging out in my nook
Enjoying the smells coming from the cook
I try to wait but shook
Give it some time
Sing a little rhyme
It will all come in good time
Time time time, over and over again
Just waiting
And staying in one little spot
Eyes on a book, my nose toward to cook
Time is never ending for a kid, wouldn't you agree
Detacation
You stood tall even when you had to lay down
You told stories even when you had no breath do so
No matter the weather, the feelings around you were always warm
How did you always mange that smile
Was it just for us? But you were the one leaving
Leaving and being gone
It felt like a hole shot thru a tin can
No one knew how to fix it, no one really wanted to
So we learned to just tilt so nothing spilled
But we couldn't tilt forever, we needed some way to heal the wound
I say wound like it is something that heals and we move on
But we both know that not true
You were or light, our begeken of hope and love
Always wanting to be close to the ones you loved
They loved you more than they could ever put into words
Sundays were never the same, yet you never miss one do you?
Even though you may be gone, your still here
Your in our hearts, our minds,
Your soul is at rest while your memory dances in your heads
You were perfectly imperfect in our eyes, in my eyes
You were the best grandmother, mother, wife, friend, sister
Whatever the name, you made it your job to shine
Everyone's light, you were our sunshine
My only sunshine, just like you used to sing to me
You told stories even when you had no breath do so
No matter the weather, the feelings around you were always warm
How did you always mange that smile
Was it just for us? But you were the one leaving
Leaving and being gone
It felt like a hole shot thru a tin can
No one knew how to fix it, no one really wanted to
So we learned to just tilt so nothing spilled
But we couldn't tilt forever, we needed some way to heal the wound
I say wound like it is something that heals and we move on
But we both know that not true
You were or light, our begeken of hope and love
Always wanting to be close to the ones you loved
They loved you more than they could ever put into words
Sundays were never the same, yet you never miss one do you?
Even though you may be gone, your still here
Your in our hearts, our minds,
Your soul is at rest while your memory dances in your heads
You were perfectly imperfect in our eyes, in my eyes
You were the best grandmother, mother, wife, friend, sister
Whatever the name, you made it your job to shine
Everyone's light, you were our sunshine
My only sunshine, just like you used to sing to me
Elegy
You were my light you were my hope
You were the one I never had a filter around
Lifting me up when I fall, staying beside me
even when i said i wanted to be alone
You were so small, yet had such a big place in my heart
Always up to something
Good or bad we never knew
You were always my comfort
My sweet goofball, always ready to make me smile
I wasn't ready for you to leave
But then again, I was never going to be
I knew in my mind it was the right thing to do
But in my heart, I could feel it shatter in two
At least now I know that you are happy
Yes happy, safe, and healthy
I'll see you again someday, but not to soon
Do say hi to the others ones with you
I love you sweetie, enjoy your paradise
You were the one I never had a filter around
Lifting me up when I fall, staying beside me
even when i said i wanted to be alone
You were so small, yet had such a big place in my heart
Always up to something
Good or bad we never knew
You were always my comfort
My sweet goofball, always ready to make me smile
I wasn't ready for you to leave
But then again, I was never going to be
I knew in my mind it was the right thing to do
But in my heart, I could feel it shatter in two
At least now I know that you are happy
Yes happy, safe, and healthy
I'll see you again someday, but not to soon
Do say hi to the others ones with you
I love you sweetie, enjoy your paradise
Short Stories
Flower Girl
A light summer breeze blew through the small petals of the little daisy. She wasn't the tallest, or brightest, not even the most sweet smelling, but she was just right to the small boy that watered her every day. He watched her grow since the day he found her in his grandmother's garden.
He was kind and sweet in his own way, always weeding and watering while his grandmother worked with the others. Almost everyday he would leave and come right back to her. She would shine so bright for him.
One day he was late coming to see her. She waited and waited eventually he came up the winding drive. The little daisy perked up so happy to see him. As he grew closer she was shocked by what appeared on his face, arms and legs. There were cuts and bruises all over him, dried tears in his eyes. His grandmother ran out to him, falling to her knees and hugging him tight. He began to cry in his her arms, mumbling and holding her tight as if she was going to disappear. The small daisy leaned forward to hear him better, she wanted to know how something so horrible had happened to someone as sweet as him.
As she listened closely she discovered something awful. He was being bullied, and a lot, by multiple kids for just being himself. They had made fun of his name, sweet nature, and love for growing things. Everything that makes him so special, and they trying to destroy it all. The small daisy no longer felt happy, no she felt something else. It was hard and burning, something she had never felt before. She saw him look to her, an expression across his face of confusion and sarow. Yet he gently pulled away from his grandma and walked to her. Kneeling down he reached out and carefully placed his finger on top of her leaf. “Don't worry Daisy” he spoke softly, “I’ll be okay.”
“What are you doing my little snapdragon?” asked his grandmother now by his side.
“She was worried and mad, I didn't want her to worry over me like that.” His grandmother smiled down at him.
“That's very kind of you dear, I bet she wishes she could return the favor and help you as well.” He nodded slowly.
“Will Daisy alway be here grandma?”
“She will be here for as long as she can, and if she really wants to stay I know she will find a way.”
….
That night everyone made a wish, a wish that was so powerful it changed everything.
His grandmother wished for better days for her grandson, her grandson wished for better days for everyone and his flower to never leave, and his flower wished to never leave her boy’s side.
That night there must have been a shooting star, a watching angel, or someone/something watching over them. Because those wishes couldn't have been anymore pure then that, those wishes became gifts.
….
That morning the little boy woke up saturday and ate breakfast. While his grandmother was on the phone he went outside like normal to go water the plants. To his surprise his favorite flower had grew, it was now closed and half the size of him. He dropped the watering can and walked closer. He reached out and touched the top of the overgrown daisy. His grandmother was coming out the door now.
“Daisy?” he asked. With that the bud opened to a small girl his age, with golden hair that rolled over her shoulders, shining sky blue eyes, and a bright white summer dress that went to her knees.
She looked at him then down at herself, marveling at her arms and hands, jumping up and down realizing she had feet. She looked back up to him, then started to tear. She jumped into his arms smiling, tears running down her face. Before the boy knew it he was crying too. He wrapped his arms around her tight, they both fell to the ground still hugging each other.
After that day everyone's wishes came true. No one ever hurt Aster again with Daisy around, Aster got to make others happy and never lose his flower, and Daisy never had to leave her boy.
He was kind and sweet in his own way, always weeding and watering while his grandmother worked with the others. Almost everyday he would leave and come right back to her. She would shine so bright for him.
One day he was late coming to see her. She waited and waited eventually he came up the winding drive. The little daisy perked up so happy to see him. As he grew closer she was shocked by what appeared on his face, arms and legs. There were cuts and bruises all over him, dried tears in his eyes. His grandmother ran out to him, falling to her knees and hugging him tight. He began to cry in his her arms, mumbling and holding her tight as if she was going to disappear. The small daisy leaned forward to hear him better, she wanted to know how something so horrible had happened to someone as sweet as him.
As she listened closely she discovered something awful. He was being bullied, and a lot, by multiple kids for just being himself. They had made fun of his name, sweet nature, and love for growing things. Everything that makes him so special, and they trying to destroy it all. The small daisy no longer felt happy, no she felt something else. It was hard and burning, something she had never felt before. She saw him look to her, an expression across his face of confusion and sarow. Yet he gently pulled away from his grandma and walked to her. Kneeling down he reached out and carefully placed his finger on top of her leaf. “Don't worry Daisy” he spoke softly, “I’ll be okay.”
“What are you doing my little snapdragon?” asked his grandmother now by his side.
“She was worried and mad, I didn't want her to worry over me like that.” His grandmother smiled down at him.
“That's very kind of you dear, I bet she wishes she could return the favor and help you as well.” He nodded slowly.
“Will Daisy alway be here grandma?”
“She will be here for as long as she can, and if she really wants to stay I know she will find a way.”
….
That night everyone made a wish, a wish that was so powerful it changed everything.
His grandmother wished for better days for her grandson, her grandson wished for better days for everyone and his flower to never leave, and his flower wished to never leave her boy’s side.
That night there must have been a shooting star, a watching angel, or someone/something watching over them. Because those wishes couldn't have been anymore pure then that, those wishes became gifts.
….
That morning the little boy woke up saturday and ate breakfast. While his grandmother was on the phone he went outside like normal to go water the plants. To his surprise his favorite flower had grew, it was now closed and half the size of him. He dropped the watering can and walked closer. He reached out and touched the top of the overgrown daisy. His grandmother was coming out the door now.
“Daisy?” he asked. With that the bud opened to a small girl his age, with golden hair that rolled over her shoulders, shining sky blue eyes, and a bright white summer dress that went to her knees.
She looked at him then down at herself, marveling at her arms and hands, jumping up and down realizing she had feet. She looked back up to him, then started to tear. She jumped into his arms smiling, tears running down her face. Before the boy knew it he was crying too. He wrapped his arms around her tight, they both fell to the ground still hugging each other.
After that day everyone's wishes came true. No one ever hurt Aster again with Daisy around, Aster got to make others happy and never lose his flower, and Daisy never had to leave her boy.
Water Wings
Etta loves the water, she feels connected to everyone and everything when she swims. No one can seem to stop her. She can close her eyes lying on the surface of the water for hours. She let’s the sun warm her and water rock her. To Etta nothing beside her family and friends are as important to her. She realized that even though she loved the water she hates competitions. She rather just enjoy the moment of a race then think about whether there is a golden trophy after.
That was until someone was stupid enough to tell her she couldn't do it even if she wanted to. That lit a fire for her no one else could stop. She became determined to show the world what she could do anything. Etta practices everyday, she works hard but doesn’t get lost in it either. Always staying close to the ones she loves. She is just a remarkable person, one I look up too.
We grew up in a semi big family, Etta, our father, Uncle, 3 cousins, 2 cats, and me. But I am so proud of her, she really is just an amazing sister, incredible friend, and just wonderful person all around. She never let anything stop her, and now I have the honor of writing a paper about her, even if it is just for a english class, it feels like a blissing. She my little sister, always will be, but I am the one learning from her.
She smiles everytime I tell her this one thing, but it's true, and I will tell you it now. “When you swim you grow water wings, when you listen your eyes tell stories, when you are hurt you still help other heal. If that not the definition of a angel walking on Earth, then what is?
….
That was the end of the paper, Mr. Sutton had never read something with such grace and love as this in years. This freshman already seemed to know a lot about life just from watching his younger sister though life.
Later that day he saw his student run up to his sister smiling and giving her a big hug. He talked fast and loud but she keep smiling and nodding her head as she listened. When he stopped for a breath she smiled and brought up her hands. He watched as his student laugh and smiled more watching her hands carefully. She was mute. Never once had he mentioned that in his paper. That would have been much easier for him to write about. He wondered why he hadn't.
...
The next day at school he pulled him a slide after class. He asked him the question he had been wondering but the answer was nothing if not surprising.
“She is more than the mute girl, sir. She is my sister, I am proud of her about everything she does. And honestly sometimes I forget she is mute, because I hear her voice all the time.”
That was until someone was stupid enough to tell her she couldn't do it even if she wanted to. That lit a fire for her no one else could stop. She became determined to show the world what she could do anything. Etta practices everyday, she works hard but doesn’t get lost in it either. Always staying close to the ones she loves. She is just a remarkable person, one I look up too.
We grew up in a semi big family, Etta, our father, Uncle, 3 cousins, 2 cats, and me. But I am so proud of her, she really is just an amazing sister, incredible friend, and just wonderful person all around. She never let anything stop her, and now I have the honor of writing a paper about her, even if it is just for a english class, it feels like a blissing. She my little sister, always will be, but I am the one learning from her.
She smiles everytime I tell her this one thing, but it's true, and I will tell you it now. “When you swim you grow water wings, when you listen your eyes tell stories, when you are hurt you still help other heal. If that not the definition of a angel walking on Earth, then what is?
….
That was the end of the paper, Mr. Sutton had never read something with such grace and love as this in years. This freshman already seemed to know a lot about life just from watching his younger sister though life.
Later that day he saw his student run up to his sister smiling and giving her a big hug. He talked fast and loud but she keep smiling and nodding her head as she listened. When he stopped for a breath she smiled and brought up her hands. He watched as his student laugh and smiled more watching her hands carefully. She was mute. Never once had he mentioned that in his paper. That would have been much easier for him to write about. He wondered why he hadn't.
...
The next day at school he pulled him a slide after class. He asked him the question he had been wondering but the answer was nothing if not surprising.
“She is more than the mute girl, sir. She is my sister, I am proud of her about everything she does. And honestly sometimes I forget she is mute, because I hear her voice all the time.”
Flash Fiction
My First Runaway
I placed a long sleeve shirt over my cut up arms, pulled my jeans over my bruised legs. They had told me to stop being stupid and playing in the woods, “No one will want to adopt a damaged girl.”. I told them I wasn't damaged just worn in, I thought of it as a good thing. But time and time again I was told I was wrong. I am not ordinary I am extraordinary! I would cry out everytime i did something they would label as dumb.
I was placed in this stupid foster home a few months ago, normally I live with dad and his sister. But his sister is a doctor and is in some country helping others and cant return for a year. I know, because she already tried. They took me from my dad without reason, he hasn't done a thing wrong there the ones that are wrong. Now I only get to video chat him twice a month, those people are monsters.
But now running for the bus stop I had an wonderful Idea, I got on the bus and sat down. Today was going to change my life, today i was changing my fate.
…
Okay so maybe my plan might not have worked the way I wanted it to. I ended up getting lost because I took the wrong bus, got chased my some rabid looking chipmunks, and finally end up at my friends house. Only to find out she and her brother went to town to get some food. So me being my not so patient self decided I didn't need to wait i'd just go down to the court house myself and find out if there is anyway for me to live with anyone else but in that terrible foster home. I eventually made it there, I was so happy and relieved when I did. Then it all vanished when the sign hanging in the window said they moved to a different location and also had posted the new building and its times. I wasn't open till 8 at night.
But they say if you want something bad enough you just go out and do it. I walked back to my friends house and left a note and slipped it in between the chain to the porch swing. I decide that I was changing my life and if that meant being one of those runaways to there familys old cabins then sign me up because that's where I am going.
It took me the rest of the night to get there. I heard on a passing radio that people were looking for me. I didn't care, if they catch me i go back, if they don't then I have to start thinking of a new plan.
After I finally made it to the cabin I was in shook by what I found. My aunt was seating on the steps, still dressed in her uniform. As soon as she saw me relief washed over her face. She met me in the middle of the driveway as we ran to each other. I was so happy and confused all at once.
“How did you ever find me, how are you even here?” I blurted out as i hugged her.
“Sweet child I have been with you since the day you were born. As soon as I found out you left a runaway note at your friends house i knew you'd come here. As for how I got here, it's amazing how fast my fellow workers were able to find me plane and get me back here as soon as they heard what was happening.” I smiled i really like her co-workers a lot more. We went inside we had a lot to talk about.
I was placed in this stupid foster home a few months ago, normally I live with dad and his sister. But his sister is a doctor and is in some country helping others and cant return for a year. I know, because she already tried. They took me from my dad without reason, he hasn't done a thing wrong there the ones that are wrong. Now I only get to video chat him twice a month, those people are monsters.
But now running for the bus stop I had an wonderful Idea, I got on the bus and sat down. Today was going to change my life, today i was changing my fate.
…
Okay so maybe my plan might not have worked the way I wanted it to. I ended up getting lost because I took the wrong bus, got chased my some rabid looking chipmunks, and finally end up at my friends house. Only to find out she and her brother went to town to get some food. So me being my not so patient self decided I didn't need to wait i'd just go down to the court house myself and find out if there is anyway for me to live with anyone else but in that terrible foster home. I eventually made it there, I was so happy and relieved when I did. Then it all vanished when the sign hanging in the window said they moved to a different location and also had posted the new building and its times. I wasn't open till 8 at night.
But they say if you want something bad enough you just go out and do it. I walked back to my friends house and left a note and slipped it in between the chain to the porch swing. I decide that I was changing my life and if that meant being one of those runaways to there familys old cabins then sign me up because that's where I am going.
It took me the rest of the night to get there. I heard on a passing radio that people were looking for me. I didn't care, if they catch me i go back, if they don't then I have to start thinking of a new plan.
After I finally made it to the cabin I was in shook by what I found. My aunt was seating on the steps, still dressed in her uniform. As soon as she saw me relief washed over her face. She met me in the middle of the driveway as we ran to each other. I was so happy and confused all at once.
“How did you ever find me, how are you even here?” I blurted out as i hugged her.
“Sweet child I have been with you since the day you were born. As soon as I found out you left a runaway note at your friends house i knew you'd come here. As for how I got here, it's amazing how fast my fellow workers were able to find me plane and get me back here as soon as they heard what was happening.” I smiled i really like her co-workers a lot more. We went inside we had a lot to talk about.
My World
The scream that sounded through the house did not faze me in the least. “Here we go again” I signed.
I jumped off my bed onto the hardwood floors they squeaked in disapprove of me landing on them. I grabbed my belt and snapped it on, then snatched up my staff that was leaning against the door and snapped it to my back. I swung open the door, and started down the hall to the stairs, humming as I walked, pulling up my messy cranberry golden hair.
I went down the stairs two at a time then slide down the railing the last 10. My bare feet landed and turned straight to the dark, spiky, creature in my kitchen. It was hunched over the counter with its head in the bead box.
A grin swept across my face as I reached for my staff. “HEY” I yelled over its violent chewing. The creature froze, and slowly picked its head out of the bread box, turning his yellow brown swirl eyes on me. A few pieces of bread and plastic wrapping falling of his jaws.
“You know” I said walking toward the monster “They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but yours look more like the windows to a porta potty that got tipped over during half time.” That answered the question if it could under english or not. Or maybe he's just disliked my tone. It hissed and let out that same nasty scream as before.
“Oh I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings? Well you hurt mine by breaking into my house. I trusted you to stay outside till morning, but no, you just had to come say hi.” The beast growled warning me to stop now before he got angry. “I mean I know I'm awesome, but I thought you hated me for kicking your butt earlier today and destroying your little buddies.” That was the final straw, he was fed up with my attitude towards him, he launched himself over the counter and headed straight for me.
“You want me to stop talking, okay, but be careful what you wish for!” I warned watching him grow closer. My grin never wavered as I stepped aside and let him hit the stairwell head on. “Ooo, I don't know if that will buff out” I laughed.
“Hey! Would you just kill him or catch him already?! I need some sleep, I got exams tomorrow!” called my best friend since forever from upstairs in his room.
“Well excuseee me Princess for protecting you and your castle from a bloodthirsty monster all by myself. I should make it a priority to be quiet even if the monster is trying to kill me.” The monster hissed at me. “Oh shove it you, I’m talking to someone else. Wait your turn, I’ll kill you in a minute.”
“I thought Talin said he wanted one left alive?” he called down.
“Only people helping fight it get to have say in the matter!” I shot back as the monster and I circled one another.
“Ugh always so dramatic!” After a moment of silence he spoke again, “Do you need some help?”
“No, go back to sleep Princess, you need your beauty sleep! And judging from what you looked like early, you need as much as you can get.” I heard a small groan from upstairs just before the monster launches itself at me, I pulled my knife from my slide in a flash.
It was such a beautiful balde, silver with a leather handle and small itching across it. Of course is was hella sharp too. I brought the blade up and cut the under arm of the creature, it hollowed out in pain, falling to the floor in a pile of yellow tinted blood. Or at least, I hope that was blood. It wasn't dead, unfortunately. I wanted to kill it, and could have, if I had moved the blade a few inches to the right. But I wasn't in the mood to be lashed at by that annoying ‘boss’ of mine for killing this gross thing.
It was silent for a moment as I caught my breath and began wondering how I was supposed to move this thing. Then I heard loud snoring coming from upstairs. Seriously he was going to make me fight the monster and clean up the mess all by myself?! I signed “How did you get out anyway?” I knelt down and released its 3 head tentacles had come untied. Resulting in him walking, and waking up pissed. “Hmm that's odd I could have sworn….” I realized then that the ropes have been cut. “Oh you've got to shitting me, Darren you conceited ***hole.” I spoke out loud not even having to turn around to know who was in my kitchen.
“Damn! Language if you please.” called Darren from the gaping hole in the side of my house.
Gah I hate that voice of his, soooo annoying.
I jumped off my bed onto the hardwood floors they squeaked in disapprove of me landing on them. I grabbed my belt and snapped it on, then snatched up my staff that was leaning against the door and snapped it to my back. I swung open the door, and started down the hall to the stairs, humming as I walked, pulling up my messy cranberry golden hair.
I went down the stairs two at a time then slide down the railing the last 10. My bare feet landed and turned straight to the dark, spiky, creature in my kitchen. It was hunched over the counter with its head in the bead box.
A grin swept across my face as I reached for my staff. “HEY” I yelled over its violent chewing. The creature froze, and slowly picked its head out of the bread box, turning his yellow brown swirl eyes on me. A few pieces of bread and plastic wrapping falling of his jaws.
“You know” I said walking toward the monster “They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but yours look more like the windows to a porta potty that got tipped over during half time.” That answered the question if it could under english or not. Or maybe he's just disliked my tone. It hissed and let out that same nasty scream as before.
“Oh I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings? Well you hurt mine by breaking into my house. I trusted you to stay outside till morning, but no, you just had to come say hi.” The beast growled warning me to stop now before he got angry. “I mean I know I'm awesome, but I thought you hated me for kicking your butt earlier today and destroying your little buddies.” That was the final straw, he was fed up with my attitude towards him, he launched himself over the counter and headed straight for me.
“You want me to stop talking, okay, but be careful what you wish for!” I warned watching him grow closer. My grin never wavered as I stepped aside and let him hit the stairwell head on. “Ooo, I don't know if that will buff out” I laughed.
“Hey! Would you just kill him or catch him already?! I need some sleep, I got exams tomorrow!” called my best friend since forever from upstairs in his room.
“Well excuseee me Princess for protecting you and your castle from a bloodthirsty monster all by myself. I should make it a priority to be quiet even if the monster is trying to kill me.” The monster hissed at me. “Oh shove it you, I’m talking to someone else. Wait your turn, I’ll kill you in a minute.”
“I thought Talin said he wanted one left alive?” he called down.
“Only people helping fight it get to have say in the matter!” I shot back as the monster and I circled one another.
“Ugh always so dramatic!” After a moment of silence he spoke again, “Do you need some help?”
“No, go back to sleep Princess, you need your beauty sleep! And judging from what you looked like early, you need as much as you can get.” I heard a small groan from upstairs just before the monster launches itself at me, I pulled my knife from my slide in a flash.
It was such a beautiful balde, silver with a leather handle and small itching across it. Of course is was hella sharp too. I brought the blade up and cut the under arm of the creature, it hollowed out in pain, falling to the floor in a pile of yellow tinted blood. Or at least, I hope that was blood. It wasn't dead, unfortunately. I wanted to kill it, and could have, if I had moved the blade a few inches to the right. But I wasn't in the mood to be lashed at by that annoying ‘boss’ of mine for killing this gross thing.
It was silent for a moment as I caught my breath and began wondering how I was supposed to move this thing. Then I heard loud snoring coming from upstairs. Seriously he was going to make me fight the monster and clean up the mess all by myself?! I signed “How did you get out anyway?” I knelt down and released its 3 head tentacles had come untied. Resulting in him walking, and waking up pissed. “Hmm that's odd I could have sworn….” I realized then that the ropes have been cut. “Oh you've got to shitting me, Darren you conceited ***hole.” I spoke out loud not even having to turn around to know who was in my kitchen.
“Damn! Language if you please.” called Darren from the gaping hole in the side of my house.
Gah I hate that voice of his, soooo annoying.
The One Treasure Worth Everything
In the end, it was the only thing that mattered, he was safe, happy and loved. I may not make it out of here but knowing that I have someone left out there who needs me, I know I can't die yet.
I pushed the dead soldiers body off me, he moaned so I guess he wasn't dead yet. I fixed my broken ankle in a makeshift splint. I turned around and shot a charging soldier as he ran at me. “Don't you pieces of”, I shot another coming up from behind, “know that you are going to die if you get anywhere near me or him.” The young boy clung to my leg for his life, I dropped one of my arms so he could hold my hand. No one was touching him, he was making it out of this alive and safe.
For a moment the soldiers began retreating, I knelt down putting my forehead on his and smiling wearly. “I know it's scary Dean but you need to be brave for me okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. But I need you to do something for me okay?” He nodded. “Good, Alright i'm going to pick you up and I want you to hide your face in my shoulder, don't look up for until I set you down and pat your back okay?” he nodded again. “And lastly I want you to sing as loud as you can when I tell you too. Trust me you don't want to hear any of this.” He nodded once more, I kissed the top of his head and picked him up. He wrapped his arms tight and hide his face just like I had instructed.
I took off running, down the wooded path. I climbed up a small incline holding on to Dean tightly with one arm. I spotted a small bunker not to far from our position. I put my gun back in its holster and grabbed out my knife. I shove it in the tree root and carefully kneel down, listening for vibrations. I can hear just a few faint ones, we might have just enough time to make it. I know we can if we try. I pulled the knife out and looked down at the small child. He trusted me with all of his being that he could be happy once again, to be safe, to be himself with no worries. I was going to give that to him, no matter what became of me.
I put the knife back, and launched myself down the hill side. My feet barely even touching the ground. And they wouldn’t stop.
I pushed the dead soldiers body off me, he moaned so I guess he wasn't dead yet. I fixed my broken ankle in a makeshift splint. I turned around and shot a charging soldier as he ran at me. “Don't you pieces of”, I shot another coming up from behind, “know that you are going to die if you get anywhere near me or him.” The young boy clung to my leg for his life, I dropped one of my arms so he could hold my hand. No one was touching him, he was making it out of this alive and safe.
For a moment the soldiers began retreating, I knelt down putting my forehead on his and smiling wearly. “I know it's scary Dean but you need to be brave for me okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. But I need you to do something for me okay?” He nodded. “Good, Alright i'm going to pick you up and I want you to hide your face in my shoulder, don't look up for until I set you down and pat your back okay?” he nodded again. “And lastly I want you to sing as loud as you can when I tell you too. Trust me you don't want to hear any of this.” He nodded once more, I kissed the top of his head and picked him up. He wrapped his arms tight and hide his face just like I had instructed.
I took off running, down the wooded path. I climbed up a small incline holding on to Dean tightly with one arm. I spotted a small bunker not to far from our position. I put my gun back in its holster and grabbed out my knife. I shove it in the tree root and carefully kneel down, listening for vibrations. I can hear just a few faint ones, we might have just enough time to make it. I know we can if we try. I pulled the knife out and looked down at the small child. He trusted me with all of his being that he could be happy once again, to be safe, to be himself with no worries. I was going to give that to him, no matter what became of me.
I put the knife back, and launched myself down the hill side. My feet barely even touching the ground. And they wouldn’t stop.
Watching Eyes
Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. I wasn't sure what it was if anything. I started walking a little faster. Of course I had to be on the other side of the graveyard, I couldn't have been by the exit doors noooo. I have no such luck ever. Even though I needed to be fast I still stopped at the one grave I could never walk past without saying hello. I looked all around I didn't see anyone. The feeling had faded a bit, so that made me feel better.
I knelt down in the cool dewy grass, my bare legs shivering a bit but I didn't care. I smiled weakly. “Hello Aytigin, long time no see.” I smiled a little more thinking how much he would have laughed over that. “I miss you, I was just stopping by to say hi to my grandma. At least you have someone else to inform you up there now.” I leaned forward and set my forehead against the cold stone. “I know your happy up there, and I don’t want you to worry about me down here, okay? It had been two years since he passed, yet I still wait for him to answer. I know it's stupid but it makes me feel close to him still.
I hear mumbling and jump to my feet. Then something snaps over by the trees, I stand up and look around. “Gray?” I called out. Gray is one of the worker men that cleans up the graveyard, It wouldn't surprise me if he was out here this late. He isn't to much older than me so we get along well. But when I don't hear anyone call back I get a little nervous.
I look back to the stone, beautifully written in it was “Keep your eyes open, it a big world, wouldn't want to miss it!” Something felt like it had stabbed me in the stomach. I looked back to the trees, now I know how stupid it sounds but here me out. In that moment I had two options run as fast as I could for as long as I could till I got to the bus stop, or I could go to the trees that seemed to hold something or someone of unknown origin. Here comes the stupid part, yup, I turned to run then looked at the stone again, yes again, I turned around and walked to the trees.
Mumbling and complaining quietly to myself as if he had talked me into this. Which in a way I believe in the fact he did. I roamed closer and closer to the brush. It was thick and green, fresh dew covered each leaf and blade of grass. I looked up to the sky and stopped in my tracks the moon was out, it was full and beautiful. Shining like a beacon in the dark starry sky.
I reached a small fence and leaped over it. I had always loved track sports so it was at least easy for me. I walked out into the small clearing, the brush was spread out and light. This graveyard was just barely out of town so there wasn't to much in line of trees, bushes, or anything really to do with nature basically.
I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it flew around a tree and land on a strong branch. I smiled, “Are you the one that has been following me and making all that noise?” The creature tilted its head, I could only see the shadow and its glowing blue eyes. “Come here small one I won't hurt you.”
Hey don't judge, you know you’d probably do the same thing in my situation especially if you thought something much worse and was as relieved as me.
The creature let out a soft and quiet purring sound. It started climbing down the tree trunk. I knelt into the cool grass and gently reached out my hand for it to sniff as it grew closer. Just barely in the shadows anymore.
A catlike creature cme slowly into the light, in was jet black with gray and silver light lights throughout, its ears came to a point like a lix’s do. Yet its tail was long and slender. I also appeared to be wearing a cape, then I realised it wasn't a cape. It was a pair of beautiful wings hovering just above the grass. I almost lost my balance but I somehow managed to stay up right.
The creature grew closer its nose twitching at my scent. I locked eyes with it and felt a familiar peace was over me. I smiled as its nose tickled my hand. I guess he had been right again, at least this time I wasn't going to here I told you so. But of course that's hit me later, for now I planned on focusing on what was in front of me, literally what was in front of me.
I knelt down in the cool dewy grass, my bare legs shivering a bit but I didn't care. I smiled weakly. “Hello Aytigin, long time no see.” I smiled a little more thinking how much he would have laughed over that. “I miss you, I was just stopping by to say hi to my grandma. At least you have someone else to inform you up there now.” I leaned forward and set my forehead against the cold stone. “I know your happy up there, and I don’t want you to worry about me down here, okay? It had been two years since he passed, yet I still wait for him to answer. I know it's stupid but it makes me feel close to him still.
I hear mumbling and jump to my feet. Then something snaps over by the trees, I stand up and look around. “Gray?” I called out. Gray is one of the worker men that cleans up the graveyard, It wouldn't surprise me if he was out here this late. He isn't to much older than me so we get along well. But when I don't hear anyone call back I get a little nervous.
I look back to the stone, beautifully written in it was “Keep your eyes open, it a big world, wouldn't want to miss it!” Something felt like it had stabbed me in the stomach. I looked back to the trees, now I know how stupid it sounds but here me out. In that moment I had two options run as fast as I could for as long as I could till I got to the bus stop, or I could go to the trees that seemed to hold something or someone of unknown origin. Here comes the stupid part, yup, I turned to run then looked at the stone again, yes again, I turned around and walked to the trees.
Mumbling and complaining quietly to myself as if he had talked me into this. Which in a way I believe in the fact he did. I roamed closer and closer to the brush. It was thick and green, fresh dew covered each leaf and blade of grass. I looked up to the sky and stopped in my tracks the moon was out, it was full and beautiful. Shining like a beacon in the dark starry sky.
I reached a small fence and leaped over it. I had always loved track sports so it was at least easy for me. I walked out into the small clearing, the brush was spread out and light. This graveyard was just barely out of town so there wasn't to much in line of trees, bushes, or anything really to do with nature basically.
I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it flew around a tree and land on a strong branch. I smiled, “Are you the one that has been following me and making all that noise?” The creature tilted its head, I could only see the shadow and its glowing blue eyes. “Come here small one I won't hurt you.”
Hey don't judge, you know you’d probably do the same thing in my situation especially if you thought something much worse and was as relieved as me.
The creature let out a soft and quiet purring sound. It started climbing down the tree trunk. I knelt into the cool grass and gently reached out my hand for it to sniff as it grew closer. Just barely in the shadows anymore.
A catlike creature cme slowly into the light, in was jet black with gray and silver light lights throughout, its ears came to a point like a lix’s do. Yet its tail was long and slender. I also appeared to be wearing a cape, then I realised it wasn't a cape. It was a pair of beautiful wings hovering just above the grass. I almost lost my balance but I somehow managed to stay up right.
The creature grew closer its nose twitching at my scent. I locked eyes with it and felt a familiar peace was over me. I smiled as its nose tickled my hand. I guess he had been right again, at least this time I wasn't going to here I told you so. But of course that's hit me later, for now I planned on focusing on what was in front of me, literally what was in front of me.
Inside
After the accident his whole life changed. His family was scared of him, he was cut off from the world. His two best friends were banned from the house. He felt like a freak, an outcast. He wasn’t even allowed to see his baby sister. Everything was getting worse and worse. He had began to wonder why he was even alive, it's not like anything was worth living right now.
Yet every time those dark thoughts passed though his mind light ones appeared and shooed them out. He was labeled monstrous even though he was the same guy inside. All that was different was his appearance. So what? He has dragon wings, teeth and a tail. That doesn't mean he is one. And it’s not every story they try to kill someone either. Why does the world hate him for this. It wasn't his fault that's why there called accidents.
So today was his baby sisters birthday, she was turning 2 and he hadn't seen her in 6 months. He didn’t count pictures slide under the door, or hearing voice calling to him from up the stairs, as seeing her. He hated it, he hated everything about it. She was his light in this dark and uncertain world. He loved his sister, and he thought he had loved his foster parents as well. Yet they stayed by and did nothing, but make sure he stayed down here to rot.
He sighed and smoke rolled out under his breath. After 6 months he had been playing with and learning to control his new found enhancements. He did plan to get out out of here one way or another. If they weren't letting him out today he was going to have to resort to his other way.
After an hour and he had heard shuffling outside the door to his basement house cell. It was all quiet and muffled. After a while it went silent, just as he was about to execute his plan of escape, something happened.
The door open.
He slowly walked out into the darkness. Suddenly the lights flicked on and he screamed a bit as everyone yelled surprise. He spotted his baby sister laughing and smiling at him. She ran over and he picked her up holding her tight. He then looked around at everyone as he held his bouncing happy sister up. “I’m confused...what is happening? First I turn part dragon, then ya’ll lock me up for it, keep me isolated from everyone and everything. And now after 6 months you just let me out and surprise me on her birthday?”
Everyone nodded like I should not have any questions, it was all was clear as day. Then my foster parents stepped forward, they smiled weakly and explained that they had been caught off from me. They had been trying to find me and my sisters birth parents to see if this all had really been from the accident.
Even though they couldnt find them, they did manage to find another family members who explained it was normal and locking me up was only going to make matters worse, especially if I were being kept from any siblings.
After some more investigation they finally managed to convince everyone to let me out. The biggest push was from the birthday girl herself.
He looked at her sweet face as he held her in his arms. She brought her hands up and open his mouth to look at his teeth. He laughed but then stopped when she said “Mine are sharp too!” She proceeded to open her mouth wide to show off her bright white dragon teeth. He smiled, “Today just got a whole lot more interesting.”
Yet every time those dark thoughts passed though his mind light ones appeared and shooed them out. He was labeled monstrous even though he was the same guy inside. All that was different was his appearance. So what? He has dragon wings, teeth and a tail. That doesn't mean he is one. And it’s not every story they try to kill someone either. Why does the world hate him for this. It wasn't his fault that's why there called accidents.
So today was his baby sisters birthday, she was turning 2 and he hadn't seen her in 6 months. He didn’t count pictures slide under the door, or hearing voice calling to him from up the stairs, as seeing her. He hated it, he hated everything about it. She was his light in this dark and uncertain world. He loved his sister, and he thought he had loved his foster parents as well. Yet they stayed by and did nothing, but make sure he stayed down here to rot.
He sighed and smoke rolled out under his breath. After 6 months he had been playing with and learning to control his new found enhancements. He did plan to get out out of here one way or another. If they weren't letting him out today he was going to have to resort to his other way.
After an hour and he had heard shuffling outside the door to his basement house cell. It was all quiet and muffled. After a while it went silent, just as he was about to execute his plan of escape, something happened.
The door open.
He slowly walked out into the darkness. Suddenly the lights flicked on and he screamed a bit as everyone yelled surprise. He spotted his baby sister laughing and smiling at him. She ran over and he picked her up holding her tight. He then looked around at everyone as he held his bouncing happy sister up. “I’m confused...what is happening? First I turn part dragon, then ya’ll lock me up for it, keep me isolated from everyone and everything. And now after 6 months you just let me out and surprise me on her birthday?”
Everyone nodded like I should not have any questions, it was all was clear as day. Then my foster parents stepped forward, they smiled weakly and explained that they had been caught off from me. They had been trying to find me and my sisters birth parents to see if this all had really been from the accident.
Even though they couldnt find them, they did manage to find another family members who explained it was normal and locking me up was only going to make matters worse, especially if I were being kept from any siblings.
After some more investigation they finally managed to convince everyone to let me out. The biggest push was from the birthday girl herself.
He looked at her sweet face as he held her in his arms. She brought her hands up and open his mouth to look at his teeth. He laughed but then stopped when she said “Mine are sharp too!” She proceeded to open her mouth wide to show off her bright white dragon teeth. He smiled, “Today just got a whole lot more interesting.”