Legs, running towards
an uncertain future, brave
not knowing danger
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
February 28th, 2013
A feeble whimper for help;
roar of these raw times.
February 27th, 2013
Gluttonous ash cloud
sucks the moon's blood
and swallows the night.
February 26th, 2013
Bark! An explosion!
Angry bodies escape the
network of lung cells.
February 25th, 2013
multiplying, honing in,
determined to kill.
February 24th, 2013
Tea and sympathy
for my dear sister.
February 23rd, 2013
I will hold my breath
as the north wind does the same
waiting for your love.
February 22nd, 2013
He hovers behind;
February 21st, 2013
A long slow curve,
your smile upon my shoulder,
a scar of your touch.
February 20th, 2013
Where do you go while I sleep?
To whom do you run?
February 19th, 2013
Whorls from fingers
Imprinted in the trees
Count their rings too.
February 18th, 2013
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleep
beside you, I no longer
had need for nightlights.
Advice from Master Shao
As the Spinda moves
So the grass on the hill flows
A beautiful dance
As the Swablu sings
So does the wind in the trees
A beautiful song
As the Lunatone
Rises in the evening sky
The moon does also
Breath as the breeze does
Allow the wind to carry
Your spirit away
The world always moves
Regardless of what you do
You must also move
Sing like the Swablu
Rise just as the Lunatone
Dance like the Spinda
Stop to enjoy life
Or it will move without you
And you will be lost
TnM:La tormenta mas hermosa que he vivido Es una noche muy tormentosa pero aún así el diluvio no ha caído.Me encuentro en mi habitación empacando mi ropa y otras cosas necesarias en una pequeña maleta, ya que me iré a vivir con Marie por 2 semanas junto con mi hermana.
Acabo de terminar mi maleta, me tardé menos de 5 minutos, me dirijo a la habitación de mi hermana para preguntarle si ya terminó, y al entrar la veo cerrando una maleta bastante grande, pero al lado de esa había 2 más del mismo tamaño, a diferencia de que éstas eran negras y la otra era celeste.Cuando vi a Sam le dije:
-Sí-me sonrió con gracia.
-¿Y yo tendré que llevarlas?
-Sí-dijo entre risas.
-Hay, que injusto...¿Me ayudas a bajarlas aunque sea?
-*Suspiró*ok-al final la hice bajar las maletas ella sola je,je, lo feo es que luego las tuve que subir al auto.
Mi padre subió al carro y l
ThomarieTnM:Mi declaración a tiempo justo
Era una mañana común como cualquier otra.Yo descansaba plácidamente en mi cama; pero comencé a escuchar un sonido muy irritante, sí, era el reloj.Estiré mi mano hacia mi mesa de noche y tomé esa cosa del demonio con mucha fuerza, aventandolo contra la pared.Aún hecho trizas seguía sonando, ¡Que porquería!, en fin, me levanté con una cara de pocos amigos y tiré los pedazos de dicho artefacto por la ventana, me volteé y vi a mi madre parada en la puerta cruzada de brazos mirándome enfurecida.
Se quedó en silencio por unos segundos mientras yo la observaba y luego dijo:
-Es el 5º esta semana *muy seria*
-Lo siento mamá no volverá a pasar
-Eso ya lo dijiste 5 veces-la miré con arrepentimiento, ella suspiró y volvió a hablar:
-Ya vístete, el desayuno está listo, date prisa o no llegar&