A short story I'm escritura for escritura Club at High School:
He couldn't take it anymore. The anger was welling up inside him, filling his veins and pulsing to his brain a dark poison impossible to cure. He lost all hope.
Everyone picked on him; for the clothes he wore, the people he hung out with, his hair style. So what if he wore black skinny jeans and snake bite piercings? So what if he had jet black hair that covered one of his eyes? How about the música he listened to; what was all wrong with that?
The one person he thought had loved him had turned against him. She dicho that he wasn't good enough. She didn't like his style o the sound of his voice. She didn't want anything to do with him, anymore.
Several times he thought the sharp blade of a cuchillo would take all of his problems away. But, as he pierced the sensitive skin on his wrists, he only felt más pain and sickness. There was only one thing he could do, now....
Standing over the vast expanses he thought he had called home, he spat at the air. You never cared for me! tu only treated me with wrong! Why am I even here?
He walked closer to the edge, closing his eyes. The violent winds whipped across his face, probably forcing him to step back. But, will power and state of mind made him hold his ground. He will not last another segundo in this dark world.
He raised his arms out, letting all his weight be supported por the balls of his feet. He felt wobbly at first, until he pushed out adelante, hacia adelante a little more.
Faster than anything he had ever imagine, he felt something coarse throughout his body; a powerful force that sent his hair flying away from his face and his baggy chaqueta and skinny jeans quiver. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for he knew what he was plummeting in:
Air....
Now, it's your job to figure out what the título is... :D hoped tu liked my depressing story.
He couldn't take it anymore. The anger was welling up inside him, filling his veins and pulsing to his brain a dark poison impossible to cure. He lost all hope.
Everyone picked on him; for the clothes he wore, the people he hung out with, his hair style. So what if he wore black skinny jeans and snake bite piercings? So what if he had jet black hair that covered one of his eyes? How about the música he listened to; what was all wrong with that?
The one person he thought had loved him had turned against him. She dicho that he wasn't good enough. She didn't like his style o the sound of his voice. She didn't want anything to do with him, anymore.
Several times he thought the sharp blade of a cuchillo would take all of his problems away. But, as he pierced the sensitive skin on his wrists, he only felt más pain and sickness. There was only one thing he could do, now....
Standing over the vast expanses he thought he had called home, he spat at the air. You never cared for me! tu only treated me with wrong! Why am I even here?
He walked closer to the edge, closing his eyes. The violent winds whipped across his face, probably forcing him to step back. But, will power and state of mind made him hold his ground. He will not last another segundo in this dark world.
He raised his arms out, letting all his weight be supported por the balls of his feet. He felt wobbly at first, until he pushed out adelante, hacia adelante a little more.
Faster than anything he had ever imagine, he felt something coarse throughout his body; a powerful force that sent his hair flying away from his face and his baggy chaqueta and skinny jeans quiver. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for he knew what he was plummeting in:
Air....
Now, it's your job to figure out what the título is... :D hoped tu liked my depressing story.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope tu enjoy.
Read to the rhythym tu would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat por his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the siguiente time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope tu enjoy.
Read to the rhythym tu would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat por his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the siguiente time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two por fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make amor to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rosas are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two por fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make amor to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rosas are dying
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a rosado, rosa camisa, camiseta and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do tu have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do tu wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do tu have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do tu wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do tu know why?"
'well,she dicho something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come por my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do tu know why?"
'well,she dicho something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come por my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for tu to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
amor is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
amor is power
amor is strong.
thats why amor songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember tu hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for tu to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
amor is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
amor is power
amor is strong.
thats why amor songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember tu hum.
im sorry i must run.
I remember the times of the i amor you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But tu come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights tu stayed.
The child in me, from the times tu loved me.
The debt tu owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time tu spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that tu are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when tu apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But tu come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights tu stayed.
The child in me, from the times tu loved me.
The debt tu owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time tu spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that tu are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when tu apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
