Wings flap, desperate
Try to escape this world, they
Skinny - 2I wake up to a startling noise. I whip my head to look around, to spot the source. No more than ten feet away, a deer has fallen to the ground. I stand up and sprint over to it.
The deer appears to have some wound going through the side of its head. I lean over it. Slowly, the quick breathing slows, then ceases altogether. This poor creature. I mourn the loss of it.
Footsteps are getting louder. They stop short, and a shout: “Oh my God!”
They continue. I turn around as they arrive to me.
“Are you okay, I was just out here…” they stop once I am looking at them.
Others. I have found them. This one is rather short, wearing a thick green jacket. His features are angular, but not so sharp as to be unsettling to the eye. His mouth is wide with thin lips, and a thin nose, flaring out as he breathes heavily. Such nice copper hair frames his face, with a small patch just on his chin. The eyes, the strangest part by far. Ovals pointing off at either end, large enou
Skinny - 1Dark. It is so dark out here. The night is when I travel. Daylight is no good for travelling, you know. Too obvious.
I do not know yet where to begin looking for father. He could be anywhere. I do know, however, that I need food. I have taken out the emergency fund, tucked away behind my belongings, and decided to travel back to town for the first time in a long time. Father would not approve of this. Maybe he will get so upset, he will return.
I go without the sunglasses father always made me wear to go on trips. They look so silly, horn-rimmed and bright red. Maybe on another, they look nice. Not on me.
Surely the reason behind the glasses is just as silly as the glasses, themselves. There are not really no others without eyes, but an ability to see. It cannot be so uncommon as father says.
This night is my fourth out travelling. The closest town to the spot father and I live is many miles away. Father likes the privacy. I always yearned to meet others. The books father gave me are s
Skinny - prologueFather has not returned for many weeks.
These woods, these dark, lovely woods, were all that belonged to me. If father did not return, they would be all there ever was. I had waited, just as he asked me to, right there, for his return. It was only supposed to be for a few hours. It wasn’t.
After the supplies ran out, at four weeks, I decided to head out on my own. Where to, I had no idea. This is the story of that journey.
LyricalFirst comment for a little girl
Slightly brightening her whole world
Made up of a single word
She thinks, who could have written this
A hulking male machovanist
Who was really very touched by it
Perhaps another dainty lady
Inspired to write once more, just maybe
Once she puts to sleep, her baby
Paging through her old thesaurus
Looking past the words that bore us
She thinks, My words sound like a chorus
Screams, book thrown, not filled with glee
To find out what it real means
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleep
beside you, I no longer
had need for nightlights.
because you're gone...dearest departed,
the sun's been missing for as
long as you've been gone.
i do not watch the
horizon for the way you
bend your elbows, how
you are a bird- the
way you crane your pelican
neck- anymore; i
have cried senselessly
but stopped looking for outstretched,
tall fragments of you.
you are gone
forever and our
tale has no
happy ending in
sight, now i only see you
and no matter how
often or real it seems it
won't ever suffice.
dreams are only that-
dreams. they don't speak of real-
ity, just wishes.
of what we
do not have;
they're everything that's
out of reach.
you are just a star,
always a little too far
from my outstretched hands.
i'm further away
than you may think dear, so please
stop reaching across
thinking that you'll make
pen road feels like an
you make me
miss you more than my
call, guiding my feet
gards to what
my heart's screaming or
if people didn't filter their emotions and justthrowing yourself on
floors doesn't fix anything,
but it sure seems to.
EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON"Just three days behind -
Better late than never, right?
Have a platypus!" <3
"My friend, your cat is
Flying through the stratosphere,
Chasing flying fish."
Day 2: (Needed two for this one! xD)
"The cake tells untruths
Because it didn't get loved
In its sad childhood.
Its mission in life
Is to deceive others, but
All it wants is love!"
Day 3: (Points if ye get the reference in this one!)
"A wizard's beard is
As precisely as long as
He means it to be!"
Ode to the sweet stuff:
Chocolate has a bash on tongues.
It's better than sex
Ah, Freddie, my dear,
Wherefore comes thy dandiness?
Gotta be the 'stache. <3
Sugar highs are fun,
But won't make your rocket go!
... Er, that came out wrong.
Day 7: (>D THIS ONE NEEDED TO BE A LIMERICK!)
Shalafi doth think it quite fun
To cause madd'ning bunnies to run
For Raist needs no clone,
He kicks ass alone,
Because THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
X-Ray eyes see all;
But they still can't see what life
Is really here for.