1.I Know Its Over- The Smiths
I am utterly alone...
Ink pressed deep into paper, letters formed so painstakingly hard they gouged tracings in the wood of the desk, and Lydia sighed, heavily, the black lace veil pinned to her hat dancing out along the heat of her breath.
She was alone, so alone. Even with an extra set of parents to love her and pamper her, there was something missing. Something crucial.
Lydia was completely at a loss of what it could have been, but she was excruciatingly aware of the absence. A black hole, located directly where her navel was. She couldn't see it, and nobody else could, either, and the doctor had told her sh
Bicycle (RotG Fanfic Short) by rainbownyan96, literature
Literature
Bicycle (RotG Fanfic Short)
It was a chilly Autumn afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, watching over everyone, brightening every persons day. Except for Tari, whose idea of a good day was staying inside and surfing the internet.
Across the street, Pitch was bringing out his brand new bicycle. It was completely black, adorned with the head of a Stallion. The style of his new bicycle was that of a small motorcycle, but without the motor.
“Nice bicycle, loser!” Cried out a voice down the street.
Pitch glanced over to see where the insult came from. About two yards away stood a frosty white haired figure who sported a blue hoodie along with brown pants th
Disney High: When Jumba Met Pleakley by CharlotteACavatica, literature
Literature
Disney High: When Jumba Met Pleakley
He decided that he'd never liked his wife so much as when she was divorcing him.
Exile from their home country was one thing, and he could take that in stride, if his government--idiots, backwards troglodytes, all of them!--was determined not to see that his work with DNA was crucially valuable to the future of biology. But then, within six months of settling their household, Mathilde had to drag him through the American courts on divorce proceedings. Oddly enough, he'd felt closer to her in those days than at any other time. For a while, they'd both loathed each other, and in her haughty, husky tones he'd se
Advice to Oneself: A Poem
Let go of your anger. Let go of your hate.
I speak because I can relate.
For years no one believed in you, the fact can't be denied.
But lift up your head and let your spirit fly.
Too long you lived in the shadows.
Too long you've been listened to, but not heard.
And it's about time that you were answered.
. . . Yes, it was bad what happened.
And no, we don't blame you.
But yes, we feel anger, and we know you do too.
Yes, we know he lied.
And no, it wasn't right.
But your life wasn't built in the moonlit night.
Yes he was an evil man. And no, you're not a whore.
We know that he hurt you. But we also k