Another six word story
Shirk all responsibilities. Sleep in. Breathe.
Storytelling - Chase Public Feed
Sisters
If you look at me then my half sister Zoe, you could tell there was some resemblance but not really. At 11 years old she is already as tall as me if not taller. Her eyes are small but round going with the cat green color of them, my own are brown and almond shape. She has a heart shaped face while I have been told my face is rounder. My hair is longer, dark with a odd mixture of waves and curls. Zoe's on the other hand hits around her chin, has a gold color to it and is extremely curly.
Even outside our looks is completely different. We have very different personalities to the extreme. How to simply condense down are major differences? Well she is off the wall, loud, bubbly, toughness 24/7. Though I can be loud at times I am actually quiet and reserved, out side of it and it plays up more in comparisons to her. If you put the two of us in a room she would run around while I write or read a book.
The list of our personality, likes, actions, even our appearances differences continues to grow. To some degree it makes me wonder why did I wish for a little sister. But then again it doesn't. I adore Zoe more then anyone. Since we were little I always dotted upon her and cared for her. I use her as an inspiration to work hard so that she has a good role model to look up to. Even if we don't get to see one another often I always let her know where to find me so she can have me to talk to and get support from. Never would I let her down because we are sisters.
Even outside our looks is completely different. We have very different personalities to the extreme. How to simply condense down are major differences? Well she is off the wall, loud, bubbly, toughness 24/7. Though I can be loud at times I am actually quiet and reserved, out side of it and it plays up more in comparisons to her. If you put the two of us in a room she would run around while I write or read a book.
The list of our personality, likes, actions, even our appearances differences continues to grow. To some degree it makes me wonder why did I wish for a little sister. But then again it doesn't. I adore Zoe more then anyone. Since we were little I always dotted upon her and cared for her. I use her as an inspiration to work hard so that she has a good role model to look up to. Even if we don't get to see one another often I always let her know where to find me so she can have me to talk to and get support from. Never would I let her down because we are sisters.
The sad truth
A month from now, we will have all forgotten...
because the media will.
Life Lesson
If there is one thing I learned during my time in Malawi, it is to take pleasure in even the smallest things.
A Human's Worth
He asked me, "Do you know how big the universe is?"
I thought about it. I only understood that it was larger than I could ever expect.
So many people don't understand how unimportant they are in this universe.
He said, "The only thing that makes you worth anything is making someone else happy."
I thought about it. I only understood that it was larger than I could ever expect.
So many people don't understand how unimportant they are in this universe.
He said, "The only thing that makes you worth anything is making someone else happy."
PhotoStory
Staircase Suicides (for 2/24)
"Okay, run from the first floor up to the second floor, back down to the first floor, then up to the third floor, then back down to the first floor, then up to the fifth floor, and finally back down to the first floor."
My eyes widened in surprise.
"Ready?"
I stepped onto the first step but my legs wouldn't move. He chuckled and gave me a motivational push.
"Come on LeLe, you can do this; let's go."
I sighed. Forget about a healthy lifestyle; prom better be worth this.
My eyes widened in surprise.
"Ready?"
I stepped onto the first step but my legs wouldn't move. He chuckled and gave me a motivational push.
"Come on LeLe, you can do this; let's go."
I sighed. Forget about a healthy lifestyle; prom better be worth this.
Vampire Dreaming
Giana woke up with the sun shining down. Today would be a good day, she promised herself that it would. How could it not be? So, she got ready for school, ate breakfast and walked out of the door. School passed by without fault, in fact she had gotten her English test back with a big, red "A" on it. She did A Cappella after school and started to head home around five. It was dark, chilly and there were storm clouds high above her. How had the day gotten so gloomy? She didn't mind, really. If it happened to rain, well, she loved the rain as much as she loved the sunshine.
Then the rain started to fall and drench Giana's clothes, bounce off of the tip of her nose and saturate her head causing her straight brown hair to wave and clump together. She looked like a wet dog; she didn't care. She strolled to the middle of the street and spun in circles, holding her face up toward the sky and smiling as the drops of cool liquid hit fell across her face and streamed down her neck and chest. She felt something. Something in her told her she was being watched from somewhere behind the trees that lined the sidewalk.
At first, Giana just didn't care. She went along her merry way, dancing and spinning on the midnight street. But she kept feeling the eyes on her and she stopped her play and looked into the line of trees. It was too dark to see anything, but she thought she saw a shadow. Perhaps it was a cat, maybe she was just seeing things. She didn't stick around to find out, she walked down the center of the street at a steady pace towards her home. A block down and she still thought she felt eyes on her, watching her, studying her.
Giana, unwisely, turned into an alley. She always did, she was close to home now and this was the fastest way to get there. Once she was towards the end of the alley she heard a soft whistle. She froze. Was this person dangerous? If they were, why had they warned her of their presence by issuing a whistle? Maybe they thought she wouldn't react quickly enough, maybe they thought she wouldn't recognize a threat and that she was a silly child. She turned and saw a dark figure who was slowly moving toward her. She couldn't tell who it was from here, but they didn't seem to be much taller than her. As this stranger came closer she saw it was a boy, he appeared to be about her age (16), and his eyes and hair were dark and sharply contrasted his extremely pale skin.
Giana caught this stranger's eyes and found herself trapped in their depths. Who was this stranger? She had certainly never seen him before. He smiled slightly at her, more of a smirk of his deep red lips. She smiled a small, shaky smile in return and asked his name. His reply was a wide smile, he was so close now that she could see every one of his flawless, white teeth… and the sharpness and length of his fangs. She shuddered and her hands began to tremble, but she couldn't find the will to move away. She was curious about this boy. She let him come within a foot of her and then stepped back. He stopped his movement forward and stared into her eyes.
And then she went blank. She couldn't speak or move; she was trapped. And within a moment he was right in front of her, his mouth an inch from hers. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered softly, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Well, it's not like she could do anything about it even if he were going to hurt her. She was stuck. What had he done to her? Her mind started to spin in wild directions of the things that this boy could do to her.
And then her thinking stopped, all of her thoughts ran into nothing because suddenly his soft mouth was on her neck. She felt the heat of his breath and then a sharp pain before she felt him sucking from her neck. She knew he must be taking blood, his elongated eye teeth and surreal speed before showed that he must be something more than human. Who knew he'd turn out to be a vampire? Like a real one that took blood to survive. But soon even this wonder died away from her thoughts because she was slowly filling with heat. Everything was slowly become warmer as he drank from her. She didn't have it in her to think and wonder about what was happening to her because she was floating away from herself. And then his mouth was gone, he kissed her and his tongue filled her mouth… And then he was gone.
Giana walked the rest of the way home in a daze and when she got there she went straight to her room and locked the door. She looked at her neck in the mirror above her vanity and gasped in shock at two small holes where neck meets shoulder. They were tiny and glistened slightly; she thought they were beautiful. She had never experienced anything like that before, her entire body had felt as though it was on fire. And the boy? He was beautiful. She had never seen anyone as amazing as him. She drifted to her bed and collapsed onto it and fell into a heavy sleep full of dreams of the beautiful vampire and his soft mouth.
Then the rain started to fall and drench Giana's clothes, bounce off of the tip of her nose and saturate her head causing her straight brown hair to wave and clump together. She looked like a wet dog; she didn't care. She strolled to the middle of the street and spun in circles, holding her face up toward the sky and smiling as the drops of cool liquid hit fell across her face and streamed down her neck and chest. She felt something. Something in her told her she was being watched from somewhere behind the trees that lined the sidewalk.
At first, Giana just didn't care. She went along her merry way, dancing and spinning on the midnight street. But she kept feeling the eyes on her and she stopped her play and looked into the line of trees. It was too dark to see anything, but she thought she saw a shadow. Perhaps it was a cat, maybe she was just seeing things. She didn't stick around to find out, she walked down the center of the street at a steady pace towards her home. A block down and she still thought she felt eyes on her, watching her, studying her.
Giana, unwisely, turned into an alley. She always did, she was close to home now and this was the fastest way to get there. Once she was towards the end of the alley she heard a soft whistle. She froze. Was this person dangerous? If they were, why had they warned her of their presence by issuing a whistle? Maybe they thought she wouldn't react quickly enough, maybe they thought she wouldn't recognize a threat and that she was a silly child. She turned and saw a dark figure who was slowly moving toward her. She couldn't tell who it was from here, but they didn't seem to be much taller than her. As this stranger came closer she saw it was a boy, he appeared to be about her age (16), and his eyes and hair were dark and sharply contrasted his extremely pale skin.
Giana caught this stranger's eyes and found herself trapped in their depths. Who was this stranger? She had certainly never seen him before. He smiled slightly at her, more of a smirk of his deep red lips. She smiled a small, shaky smile in return and asked his name. His reply was a wide smile, he was so close now that she could see every one of his flawless, white teeth… and the sharpness and length of his fangs. She shuddered and her hands began to tremble, but she couldn't find the will to move away. She was curious about this boy. She let him come within a foot of her and then stepped back. He stopped his movement forward and stared into her eyes.
And then she went blank. She couldn't speak or move; she was trapped. And within a moment he was right in front of her, his mouth an inch from hers. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered softly, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Well, it's not like she could do anything about it even if he were going to hurt her. She was stuck. What had he done to her? Her mind started to spin in wild directions of the things that this boy could do to her.
And then her thinking stopped, all of her thoughts ran into nothing because suddenly his soft mouth was on her neck. She felt the heat of his breath and then a sharp pain before she felt him sucking from her neck. She knew he must be taking blood, his elongated eye teeth and surreal speed before showed that he must be something more than human. Who knew he'd turn out to be a vampire? Like a real one that took blood to survive. But soon even this wonder died away from her thoughts because she was slowly filling with heat. Everything was slowly become warmer as he drank from her. She didn't have it in her to think and wonder about what was happening to her because she was floating away from herself. And then his mouth was gone, he kissed her and his tongue filled her mouth… And then he was gone.
Giana walked the rest of the way home in a daze and when she got there she went straight to her room and locked the door. She looked at her neck in the mirror above her vanity and gasped in shock at two small holes where neck meets shoulder. They were tiny and glistened slightly; she thought they were beautiful. She had never experienced anything like that before, her entire body had felt as though it was on fire. And the boy? He was beautiful. She had never seen anyone as amazing as him. She drifted to her bed and collapsed onto it and fell into a heavy sleep full of dreams of the beautiful vampire and his soft mouth.
Goodbye Music
In a world that was small the size of SLA of course
Music was special and kept everyone on course
People would play and enjoy the sound
The type of music didn't matter
It's ways or it's sound
But as our artist died
So did the music
Some of us cried
But it was useless
We tried to bring the music back
In ways that we could
Programs and courses
But what was the use
As the music fades
So will those who adored it
So goodbye music
Sorry no one else truly enjoyed it
*"I wrote this thinking about the arabic music group. It seems like no one truly enjoys learning about the music of different countries anymore. I hope that the teachers find students who truly do love it someone else. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry we couldn't show our love for music to you. I'M SORRY....*
Music was special and kept everyone on course
People would play and enjoy the sound
The type of music didn't matter
It's ways or it's sound
But as our artist died
So did the music
Some of us cried
But it was useless
We tried to bring the music back
In ways that we could
Programs and courses
But what was the use
As the music fades
So will those who adored it
So goodbye music
Sorry no one else truly enjoyed it
*"I wrote this thinking about the arabic music group. It seems like no one truly enjoys learning about the music of different countries anymore. I hope that the teachers find students who truly do love it someone else. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry we couldn't show our love for music to you. I'M SORRY....*
IncidentZ Chapter3 (for2.24.11)
In life there is pain, there is hope and love, and there is defeat, there is hate, and there is death. There is also irony. It was ironic how the bullet that I fired at myself, the one that was supposed to kill me, the one that very easily could have been directed at a zombie, or at Nicole, it didn’t go off. the irony was most things getting shot at would hope that the bullet did not go off, but I was hopping the opposite. Chris found me, and his sister. When he found me I was still shooting the gun in my hand. It was making a clicking noise, but no mater how many times I pulled the trigger it would not go off. I guess part of the reason that I didn’t just cock the gun back and try at it with a different round was because of my shock. I was not thinking I was just doing.
Now I was alone, sitting in an isolated part of the bjs store that was now as far as we knew 100% secure. I was still in shock. Chris took it hard too, he took the gun away from me and gave it to Jacob. Neither me or Chris were in any condition to be carrying a gun. I was quietly thinking to my self about how I basically killed myself, sure I lived but that’s not what I wanted. I pulled the trigger, and in some other world that bullet went off, and I was dead. I was thinking now at an unhealthy level. About death and about the world, about god and my faith, if that’s what you wanted to call it. The room was dark, and I didn’t know what time it was, nor did I pretend to care. It had to be sometime in the early ams before the sun came up. I was not crying, and my eyes were dry, no I was beyond crying, I didn’t exist. That’s the best way to describe the feeling. I was not there. Sure my body was, but my mind was absent, there was nothing. I stared at the wall blankly.
Chris opened the door to the storage closet that I had got into. The light hurt my eyes. He walked over as the door shut behind him and sat down next to me without saying anything. For a time we just sat there, and really I didn’t even notice Chris. I mean I knew he was there, but I did not take note, it was as if I knew but I didn’t. its such a hard feeling to explain, simply because there is nothing there. I was feeling nothingness. “ I don’t blame you” words that broke into the nothingness and it became something. A phrase that came into my thoughts. I sat and thought about it. “when your ready to come out…were all waiting for you…” he got up and left. Again the nothingness came on, but this nothing had something in it. The words that right now seemed empty. At least I had something in my mind. Something that still felt like nothing. I don’t blame you I thought, my thoughts were answered by a voice that was deep inside me
“but you’re the one who shot her, you had the gun, you let her go first” the voice said, it sounded shaky. I sat there and a tear finally came to my eye as feelings started to come back into my numb mind. I sat there and cried
