An unexpected journeyIn a land before time, there lived a creature called an elf. He looked much like a human, except for his pointy ears. Of course, everyone in his village obtained the same ears, a trait the race of the elves have always shared. One particular elf was named Rumil. Rumil was an average boy of thirteen. He had medium brown hair and a tall, skinny frame. Rumil liked to roam around and explore every which place he could. Although his parents were okay with this, they were extremely strict about one rule and one rule only: No exploring after nine 'o clock. Any other time was good. Now, normally Rumil wouldn't disobey his parents, but tonight was
When I right.When I write, I feel as though someone has met me. Seen my life, extracting the smallest part of me, and turning it into a story. When I write, it takes me away, sets me back. It makes me think about things I shouldn't, telling me things about myself I never knew. Maybe I might not be me if I didn't write. Who I am is shown through my words, saying things that might never leave my mouth.When I write, it takes me into a whole new world, one that I'd like to stay in if I could. Creation, pouring out of my soul as the pencil drops against the paper, sending me into a state of peace and serenity I seem to want to hide behind.I don't usually g
A letter to DIFTLDear Baka,Here's something I want you to understand. It comes from my heart, you know, and only the sexiest most loving things ever come out of there. I'm not sure if you know, but I had to make this clear for you, even if I have to fucking spell it out like I am. Maybe this is the cheesiest way I could ever go about my present to you, but I don't think I care.So what is this, the eighth or ninth month I've known you? Wow, that's it? Damn, and to think so much has happened since the first day I got into TC xD. I can't believe it, can you? We came a long way. I didn't mean much to you when I first met you in Live Stream. Sure, I'd been wat
Finding myselfIt grabbed me by my hair and yanked me out of my reality. It came so suddenly, so surprisingly, like it had been waiting to strike. I'd been hit with confusion and misunderstanding, overwhelmed by the emotions that followed, coming from deep within. I fought it, caught in a tangle of denial and hate for myself. Everything would be so much more complicated, worsening the current situation even more. Something like this would evidently put everything to a stop, but it would never stop it completely. Lost, I struggled to pick up the pieces I'd hastily left behind. Often questioned were my quizzical actions I displayed, the anger I f
Saving me- Chapter oneI woke with a start. How long had I been out? And for what? I wasn't even tired. The lights above me were extremely bright, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. I looked all around me. Floor to ceiling bookshelves towered above me, endless rows of literature in every genre. I was in Powell's book store. This place was one of the most amazing stores in human history. It was four stories high and took up an entire city block. It was like nerd heaven. Books always fascinated me. Each was unique in their own way and they were always fun to dive into, no matter what the circumstances. I liked the idea of escaping my world into someone else's. I ru
Saving me- Prologue He began to cry. Soft little whimpers, body trembling. Panic raced through my body. Oh no, not now, come on. We're so close, Patrick, I pleaded silently. I took my index finger and placed it on his lips, a firm look on my face, telling him he needed to hush. His face was still scrunched and his lip slightly quivered, but he managed to do as I say, and keep quiet. Mom and dad were in the room closest to us and they could wake at any time now, and then we would never get out of here. I rocked the baby in my arms until he began to drift off to sleep, smoothing the tiny bit of hair on his head. As q
Saving me- Chapter 2I held Patrick in my arms and looked at him with wide eyes."You're getting so big," I said in a childish voice, rocking him. He laughed his cute little baby laugh with a toothless smile. He was so adorable to me. Everything about him made me smile. His stubby little arms reached up to play with the little wisps of my hair that hung down while I leaned over him. I reached a finger up a lightly stroked his cheek, smiling back at him.We were in a café a little ways from the bookstore I visited the other day. I'd never been here before, but I'd grown to like it already. It had a homier feeling to it. It was a big open space, with the bas
Saving me- Chapter 3Nick. One of my best friends. The only one who knew about my escape, and the only one who ever really cared about me. He knew everything.Well, almost everything."Wow," he said, taking a look around. "It's pretty nice.""Yeah, I know. I'm so happy I was able to afford it. Thanks for helping me." I smiled excitedly. Not only was he an amazing best friend for being there for me, but he also worked his ass off to get me the extra money I needed for this place. It's amazing I'm able to see him today. I never thought he'd surprise me like this, and I was too caught up in all my worries and Patrick, he hadn't really crossed my mind. Not to ment
KissI'm out the door in a huff, busying myself thinking about a plan to get out of this. If I still had one thing, it was sense of planning. It wouldn't be easy, but hell, if I'm gonna maintain a good lifestyle, why not?Down the street I went, making my way to a place I knew would calm me. I veered off the road and into the forest. There were trees rising high into the sky, moonlight peering through their branches. It was so beautiful. I used to come here all the time with my mom when we were little. She told me it was her place of peace, to get away from all the things she hated most. I never really understood it, I just liked hiking through i
My I hate listI hate the house I live in.I hate how I never get to see my best friend because she moved.I hate venting my feelings.I hate drama.I hate how dramatic my life is.I hate how nobody cares.I hate how people think babies aren't alive until they're born.I hate people who constantly try to sell me their religion. I hate people who think it's okay to date under the age of 13. I hate children who whine and complain about the littlest things when they have no idea what they could be experiencing.I hate being fat.I hate feeling fat.I hate being late.I hate how unfair my parents are.I hate how they treat each other.I hate co
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