Editors Note

Today, I am here to announce that my blog is being shut down. But don’t be too sad, because I’m not quitting forever. So, let me explain. I’ve decided that I don’t really like my “blog” because it’s slightly boring. To make up for it, I’ve created a Tumblr. I’m pretty sure most of you have heard of Tumblr, but if you don’t know what it is, I’m not really sure how to explain it to you. The best way for you guys to figure it out is making one for yourself and checking out mine, which I’ll have the link for right here: http://iangelxforever.tumblr.com/ I’m going to be posting my stories there, and I’ll even get pictures up too because for those of you who don’t know, I mainly stopped blogging because I made a deviantART and I’d been posting pictures there, to get out the more photography type person in me. But with Tumblr, I can now have an even balance of writing and picture posting, so it’s all good ^.^ I really do hope that you guys will check it out, and I’ll hopefully have the pleasure of entertaining you on Tumblr.

~ Angel [:

Update

So, why haven’t I been writing? Well, I started school, and generally, I just don’t have time or ideas. But I came up with a new idea today for an interesting story. I won’t tell you too much about it, but it will be a series and it’ll come out in parts, how long the parts are, well I don’t know. I may create a new blog just for it, depending on how much I write and whether or not I think it is new blog worthy. Other than that, I’ve just been plain lazy, but I got this update up for you guys. Does that count for any brownie points..? Anyways, sorry to say that’s all I have for you today, but please do keep posted for more! 

Innocent

It's that beautiful time of month again... Oh no. Not that! You sickos. I meant it's the time where I have posted another story :D Well, it's not actually a story, it's just a poem-ish type thing... Anyways. I got this up for you guys while I worked on my other story. No, it's nothing amazing, just something I'm having a lot of issues with writing :P After this, I'm gonna make more and more stories and maybe even write a part two to that Unimoose thing I started way back when I first opened my blog. Speaking of which, since then I have gotten so far with my blog and I would just like to thank everyone who's following and reading, and just being really dedicated. I appreciate it so much. I know that most of my readers are people on Gaia that I've managed to scrape off the forums [; Thanks to all of you, and my friends who read too [: I feel too formal right now... Well, since you all know that I'm just a huge procrastinator and like to drag things on, please follow and read my other blog to keep you all entertained. I know I've mentioned it before, but this is just a recap for those who are newer to my blog. You can go to my profile, it's in the description for one of my other stories, but I know you're all lazy so I'm just gonna give you a link [; http://foreverxxangel-angelreview.blogspot.com/ Once again, thanks so much for reading and please enjoy this and many other ramblings on my other blog, while I try to get some more stuff up for you [: 

~Angel 

Fool me once, shame on you

Fool me twice, shame on me

Fool me thrice?

That will never be.

I watched the ember dance along my fingertips and engulf you in a swarm,

Your helpless screams rang in my ears.

You begged for mercy, begged for me

I’ve become your biggest fear.

Don’t run, don’t hide

I want you back.

But not the way you think,

No, it’s nothing like that.

Left or right,

Up or down.

This is the last time

You’ll ever make me frown.

You are the puppet,

I am your master.

Can you feel it my dear?

Your heart beating faster?

Breathless you lay,

Like a pathetic little toy.

I wonder how you did this,

Just you; a little boy.

You tore down my walls,

You infiltrated my forces.

I fought back with weapons,

And rampaging horses.

I built up more fences,

That you tried to jump.

Now my name’s caught in your throat,

Like an uncomfortable lump.

I watched you suffer, I watched you struggle,

I never once felt repent.

I trusted you to be my guardian angel,

But your plans were never that innocent. 

Pink Tulip

Yay! I finally got a story up! *Bows for the applause.* I know, it's been a while :P But I finally got around to it, well actually, I would've gotten around to it a long time ago, I just didn't have any inspiration. Now, originally I was going to put up a story that had a slight summer-y theme, but this came to me instead. I'll still write the other one, but this one's just coming up first. I think it's the most romantic/mushy story I've ever written. Like ever. Seriously, there's even a happy ending. What's wrong with me O: Ahaha. Anyways, this could be a bit confusing for some people. If you don't get it, well I guess I could explain it to you... Or just read it over and over, I'm sure you'll get it eventually if you do that. Yeah... Well, I know I've been procrastinating like a lot and I haven't been very consistent... But please don't give up on me! [: I'm still a work in progress c(; Alright, that's enough from me (hope I didn't forget anything...) Please enjoy the story [: Thank you so much, as always for reading my noob-ish stories. I love you all :D ~ Angel

Where did you go...? I sighed, I was thinking about him again. No, not just any “him”. He was my best friend, the only one who cared for me in this messed up world. Why did cancer have to take him from me? He was all I had after I lost my family, the only one who understood it would never be “okay” and knew that I couldn’t “get over it” like everyone else wanted me to. I want you back…

            Shaking away the tears, I got up from the bench. What am I even doing here? This place only brought back memories of him. That time when we were both eight and he taught me how to ride a bike. Or that other time when we were ten and decided to run through the sprinklers at night. We were inseparable, up until now. It’s been two years since you left me, and I’m doing fine.

            Being sixteen with no friends wasn’t exactly the best feeling in the world. But before now, all I needed was him. I guess I didn’t know what I had ‘til it left me. How are you doing? I hoped that he was in a better place. He had such a loving family and a bright future ahead of him, why does this happen to such nice people?

            Walking, I saw that beautiful pink tulips had bloomed. I still remember the first time we met, when we were only five. He was the only one who even tried talking to me after I moved into this town to live with my grandparents. “Here’s something almost as beautiful as you.” He handed me a single pink tulip with a big goofy grin on his five year old face, big brown eyes sparkling.

I traced the path which we frequently traveled, and stopped to sit down at the fountain. Remember when we were six and we decided to “take a bath” in here Kenny? I ran my fingers along the soft stone. Kenny told me that if you threw a coin into a fountain and made a wish, your wish would come true. I only have one wish, and that’s to be with you.

            Reaching deep into my pocket, I managed to pull out a penny. I tossed it in and watched it glide gracefully through the air, before landing with a gentle plop, sinking to the bottom of the fountain. I want to be with you again Kenny. That was my only wish.

            I stood there for several minutes, just staring into the water. I’m stupid; of course it won’t come true. Tears sprung to my eyes. I quickly wiped them away before turning to leave, hanging my head.

            Before I knew what was happening, I was spiraling towards the ground. That is, before I was caught in a pair of strong hands.

            “You know,” a voice whispered as he helped me steady myself. “I can’t stand to see girls as beautiful as you cry.” I blinked, several times. Am I dreaming? I was staring into the most beautiful pair of shimmering brown eyes.

            With one hand, he brushed the hair away from my eyes, and with the other, he handed me a single pink tulip.

Notice

Sorry, I know I haven’t posted a story in a while, but I’m working on a story (well more like procrastinating a story…) and it’s going to come out this week. I promise you, I will have a story up soon. But in the time being, check out my other blog (in my profile or if you want to go hunting for it in a former post). Again, I’m super sorry I haven’t gotten any new material up (I’m also thinking about continuing that Unimoose thing, if I haven’t already deleted it that is…). Thank you for noticing this notice, sorry for letting some of you guys down :P I love you all for supporting my blog, and please just stay tuned. I will have something up for you in no time [: ~ Angel

The Best of Us

Alright, as you can see, I've done some modifying to the blog. It's a bit bright and distracting, but you'll get used to it. I for one find it beautiful. One thing I've always wondered is whether or not you guys think these things actually happen to me. Well, they don't. I don't write any of these stories from experience, because this stuff is pretty crazy and it might happen to a few unfortunate souls, but never to me. Hope we have that cleared up now. Anyways, here's another story for you. This one doesn't explain a lot of things and there isn't much detail on the characters, so just use your imagination to think up what's happening. Think of this as one of those descriptions you could find on the back of a novel. Well, hope you guys enjoy this story I have for you. If any of you don't like my writing and have any suggestions, feel free to comment of inbox me or something, I'm such a noob at writing stories and I would really love to know what you guys think. Thanks [: ~ Angel

            My feet hit the pavement in sync with my heartbeats. What a mess I had gotten myself into, a mess that would take quite some time and effort cleaning up. I couldn’t worry about that right now though; the police were after me, guns and dogs at their disposal. Navigating my way through alleys, I finally found the warehouse Nikki had told us to meet at. Just a few more steps, then I would be there.

            A shot, that’s all it took for me to go stumbling to the ground. I couldn’t feel anything, where had it hit? It didn’t, the bullet only grazed my ankle, causing a deep crimson to seep through my sock and drench my foot. I would have to keep going; I couldn’t let a little injury stop me. But that’s not what the police wanted at all, the bullet wasn’t supposed to stop me, only get me down long enough for them to catch up. I cursed my foolishness; I shouldn’t have fallen for it.

            “Halt!” A firm grip landed on my shoulder, I instinctively jerked away which only caused several more hands to confine me in their clutches. There was a light in the warehouse window, a shadow stood hidden by the curtains. Nikki, she was watching me, watching my failure. I had failed, the only thing I was supposed to do was to not get caught, but here I was being shackled down and dragged to their cars.

            “We’ve stopped the search Sargent.” A scratchy voice came through a walkie-talkie.

            “Great job team!” hooted their leader. They think that they’ve won, that I’m the culprit they’ve been trying so hard to catch. How sadly mistaken they are.

             A frenzy of bullets rained down on us, taking down every single man, including the one I was chained to. He leaped down from a nearby tree, guns in hand.

            “Took you long enough,” I mumbled as he unlocked me from the metallic grip of cuffs.

           “Sorry sunshine,” he grinned. “I didn’t think that I’d have to come save your sorry butt from these cops, how many times has it been now? Three times in the past five days I recall.” There was a mocking edge in his voice that made me grit me teeth and cast him an evil glare. He knew I hated it when he teased me. His face suddenly turned serious. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

            He took my hand as we began sprinting towards the warehouse, handing me a gun “just in case”. I rolled my eyes; big brothers were such a nuisance.

            I looked back at the bloody scene we just left. Those cops never saw it coming, never knew that we had backup plans. Though we may just be “little kids”, they never should’ve underestimated us. Now look at them; a bloody mesh of limbs sprawled out over the park floor.

            “Sargent! What where those shots?” came a panicked voice from one of the talkies.

            No, they never saw it coming. But this could’ve happened to anyone, stuff like this gets even the best of us.

Easy Way Out

The sounds of appluase are greatly appreciated, because I have yet another story for you. A real story this time, don't worry [: Guess what, this time the main character has a family :D But that doesn't change the "emo" mood as some of you might describe it. Does anyone actually want me to write happy stories? This is just complete personal opinion, but I find that reading stories about people who have amazing lives just pisses me off and makes me feel bad about my own life. Really, who would read stories if all of 'em made you feel like that? No one. Unless you're just really cool and don't mind that. I've done a little update (well going to do) on my other blog, I would love for you to check it out, link's right here: http://foreverxxangel-angelreview.blogspot.com/ This one, for those of you who don't know, is just a place where I babble about random stuff I find interesting. I have a short attention span, I am easily amused. Well, that's a long enough into, here's the story you guys have eagerly awaited [: Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you like it ~ Angel

            A pain throbbed in my head. How did I get here? There was only the steady sound of dripping to accompany me. Everything ached, everything. I could barely see through all these bandages, everything sounded muffled too. The silence was interrupted by the steady click of high-heels. Then, the door opened.

            “Oh, look who’s awake,” chirped the nurse. I hadn’t known her for five seconds and I already hated her. She looked young, probably one of those teens who volunteered at hospitals just so it would look good on their resumes. “I heard you had a nasty fall.”

            I couldn’t believe it; she was treating me like a six year-old who just fell off their bike. I narrowed my eyes, but beneath my bindings, she would never be able to tell. Or would she? Before the nurse left, she shot me an evil, all-knowing glare.

            I let out a deep breath and fell back into my pillows. That’s right; I knew how I got here now. No, it wasn’t just a “nasty fall”, it was a fall from a twenty story building. I couldn’t have possibly fallen out by accident, no, no idiot could manage that. But I’m a bigger idiot for trying to do it on purpose.

            Obviously, my plan had failed, I didn’t even think of that at a time. I mean really, how many people do you know that have survived a twenty story drop? No one, that’s right, they’re probably all dead because their plan actually succeeded.

            This was supposed to be the end, of everything. I couldn’t imagine my horrible life anymore, not in that little apartment with my drug addict mom, abusive alcoholic dad, five little sisters, and older brother. I don’t even know how we all ever fit in there. My dad beat us in rotation, seven of us, seven days of the week, it worked out perfect fine for him and my mom was always too high to care.

            Throwing myself off the balcony wasn’t that hard, I just had to think about the horrible life I would finally be rid of. Having failed, I would have to return to the miserable life I sought to leave. How on earth would they pay for my hospital bills? That’s right, they wouldn’t, I was the least favourite child anyways, never obeying their messed up orders. I was the only one who would rebel, I had my own mind and my own ways, they never got around to manipulating me.

           I looked over at the clock, 3:04 pm. I had attempted shooting for a better life at 11:11 am this morning. Those paramedics sure work fast. Too fast for my likings, wait another hour and my plan might’ve just succeeded. I guess that was my punishment, for trying something so rash and hopeless. The only thing I’m left with now is my shattered, fragmented memories and bones.

            The only good thing I got out of this was a lesson. An answer I had to get the hard way, and I hope that if you ever decide to be as stupid as me, you’ll reconsider. Nothing is perfect, and the least perfect thing of all are plans, every plan is flawed, don’t forget that. Think about something, anything that brings you happiness, even if you’re like me and you think that there’s nothing good left in life. There’s always something good left, you just have to look for it. Even if you think that it wouldn’t matter if you departed this world, let me just tell you, there’s no easy way out.

Beautiful Lies

Yay, two short story type things up in one day :D I thought that since these weren't actual stories, I'd make up for it by publishing two [: This one doesn't require much explanation or random useless blabber from me, but I will say one thing: I know nothing about cards. I know I mention poker or something in the story, but I really know nothing about it, so please don't judge me if something didn't make sense :P Anyways, I still hope you really like it, and thank you for reading [: ~Angel

Those words that spilled from your mouth, they were not true.

How can I count on them to ever be true again?

You fed me your lies, spewing out of pure selfishness.

Darling, you never knew that it wasn’t to your benefit.

I know about that girl, the beautiful blonde.

Why did you waste your love on me if it was her you wanted all along?

You played with jealousy well, a poker champion you are.

Knowing when to fold your cards or whether to keep your hand.

Remember that time you went on a “business trip”?

I had some business of my own.

You weren’t the only one, you’re plan never worked, and I’ve been holding the ace all along.

I’m going to win this game, no; I’m not after your heart. I’m after revenge.

You know how you said you loved me?

I’m going to make you eat every single one of your words.

Lying is a dangerous game sweetie, a game you have not yet mastered.

Don’t meddle with the master child, but I’ve enjoyed your foolish ways.

Now it’s time to pay, pay for every single one, of your beautiful lies.

Night Creatures

Today, I have for you, not a story, but not really a poem either. I'm not sure what you'd call this, but it's an interesting little narrative I guess you could say. Things have been pretty boring lately and I guess I'm just writing little things to keep you and myself entertained. This isn't super amazing, or something that'll take your breath away per say. But I have to post something right? Well, that's enough from me. Have fun reading this, and thank you ~ Angel

Little shadows lurking on the walls,

The Night Creatures crawl around your house.

They can be found in the living room, the bathroom too.

But the place they like most of all?

Is your bedroom.

Don’t be afraid of these creatures,

They will not do you harm.

They’re not like the monsters you find in fairy tales.

These Night Creatures no,

They are even worse.

Where do these night creatures come from?

They are your own.

They are created by you,

They will torture you and you alone.

They will not rest until you are startled and shaken.

These Night Creatures,

They are better known as nightmares.

Originating from your darkest thoughts,

And your deepest fears.

They can haunt you forever.

Don’t be afraid,

They cannot harm you.

Physically that is.

But they will eat away at your mind and your soul.

They will pick at you until there’s nothing left.

These Night Creatures are like little monsters.

They are the monsters deep within us which freely roam.

What can we do to stop them?

Well nothing really.

Just, don’t let them drive you crazy.

Too Much Of a Good Thing

I got a new story up :D (Everyone: Finally -.-') Yes, I know, it's been a while, but I don't really have that much inspiration these days. This I can say, is not one of my best, it's pretty average and I can't say I like it all that much. But I hope that you will ^.^" I'll try to get a better one up soon, I really do, but please just bear with this for now. Another thing, is it just me, or does the main cahracter never seem to have a family in my stories...? Oh well, makes things more intersting an easier to sympathize with them. Anyways, enjoy the story :) And thank you for reading, even though it's kinda not the best. Ahaha, appreciate all your support guys :) ~ Angel

                “Hurry up!” I giggled. Running through the tall grass, I felt the warm breeze whip through my hair. A huge smile was plastered on my little five year old face, stretching from tiny ear to tiny ear. He smiled too, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, and stuck out his hand for me to take.

                “I’m hurrying,” he laughed. “You’re just too fast for me.” I grabbed his hand as we both dashed across the field, enjoying our time at the farm.            

                Suddenly, the world went black. The wind sped up and violently lashed at the trees, uprooting most of them.

                “Run!” I heard. But I couldn’t hear anything; every sound came as a hum, every vision a blur. Everything was happening at once, too fast for me to focus, but I my senses hadn’t betrayed me, and I still remember most of it.

                The last taste was ash on my tongue, covering everything. The last sight was flames, licking up our house. The last smell was blood, splattered everywhere. The last feeling was pain, being swallowed by the fire. The last sound was my own voice, screaming.

                I woke up with a start, drenched in my own sweat. What you just witnessed wasn`t that of some over active imagination, no. Although my mind may have altered some things to protect me from the original tragic scene, the end result was still the same. It was a fire, the fire that took my entire family and left me with nothing. It had left nothing but scars, on my body and in my heart. I`d been getting counselling for the past seven years, after no progress was made, the doctors gave up and told me to deal with it on my own.

                This dream, this nightmare, had been occurring ever since the fire happened. Although, through the years, I`ve forgotten some things. Who was the man that I was running with? What caused the fire? Who was that happy little girl? No, it couldn’t of been me, at least, not anymore. I am not that happy, that was before, before everything changed, and I can’t say for the better.

                I get up for school, put on a fake smile, a façade that fools everyone into thinking I’m normal, that I’m okay. Everyone has their own problems and mine aren’t ever going to go away, not having a family your entire life really damages you. No, I’m not staying at my grandparents, nor my aunts or uncles. They were all taken away from me by the inferno. I live with some weirdo’s who decided that I was cutest little girl at the orphanage.

                I did my normal morning routines, never once glancing at the mirror. I didn’t want to see my reflection; I didn’t want to look at my face. I didn’t care how cute I was, the fire took that away from me too. A giant scar runs horizontally across my face. My friends told me that it made me look edgy and some guys have even told me it was totally cool and “punk”. Did care about any of that? No. It wasn’t “cool” in any way, it was a permanent reminder of what had happened to me, and I hated it.

                My therapist tried telling me that it wasn’t my fault; of course it’s not my fault, I know that. But it could’ve been prevented; the stupid fire department could’ve showed up five hours earlier, the doctors could’ve made room for my family; they could’ve done more to save the people I loved. I was only a little girl, what was I to do?

                Blaming people gets you nowhere though, I’ve learned that. So I get dressed and head downstairs where my foster mom has a big plate of pancakes with extra whip cream ready for me. I smile, for real. It’s the little things that can make people smile, those little things that can slowly glue together the cracks and fill the holes.

                I sit down and dig in, eating them was the least I could do. No, my life was not perfect, sure I would love to go back and change it all, but I like my life now. It gives me a sense of reality, what I can and can’t do. Munching away, I pick up the can of whip cream and add just a bit more to my fluffy pancakes. Sure, there are a lot of bad things I’d love to erase from my life, but there’s lots of good too. Good things such as this whip cream, and as far as I’m concerned, you can never have too much, of a good thing.

Blossoms

Here is the story that you've all been waiting for, (well, not really). I'm posting this the same day as the story I just released, but that's because I figure I've been procrastinating enough. So here is my latest story, it's a visual thing, (at least I'm hoping it'll feel like that). Leave me some tips, I don't usually try to write stories like this (this detailed I mean) so it may seem like just another regular story. If it is, that's okay, but I need some practice writing these types of visuals. So yeah, thank you and enjoy :) ~ Angel (PS. Sorry if you don't like the new font I've been using, but I find it kinda funky and neat.)

                Lining the roads of which I walked; the pink cherry blossoms danced lightly in the wind. Feeling the breeze through my hair, I skipped down to the park, crunchy gravel beneath my feet. Spring time, this is what it felt like, the smell of rain still fresh in the air. Worms squirmed around on the floor, having been lured out by a little shower. Two blue jays circled each other, chirping a love song. I smiled at the beautiful scene which was spring in my town.

                Today was the Spring Festival, my favourite time of the year, with all the singing and dancing, and the bonfire with fireworks after. I could already smell the smoke in the air and hear the crackling explosion of colour, and feel the warmth of the fiery embers.

                Approaching the park, I made my way to my favourite swing; it was the one who could swing the highest. Higher and higher still, until it felt like I could touch the sky; that was the best feeling in the world. Soft pink petals brushed my face, falling from a tree, lightly dropping as I propelled myself back and forth. Reaching out my hand, I snatched one up, unclenching my fist; I saw the delicate petal lay peacefully in my palm. A soft wind gently swept the petal from my clutches, as it joined the rest of its friends in a pile on the park floor.

                Swinging to and fro, waiting for the highest point, I jumped off, lading with a graceful thump. That always gave me a thrill, sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. Skipping my way down the gravel path leading away from the park, I kicked rocks out of my way as I made my way to town square where the Spring Festival would later be held. The long winding road lead to a string of houses,  where I cut into the forest; there was no harm in exploring a bit before going to the festival.

                Excited chirps of birds and the chatter of squirrels greeted me as I ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, a beautiful waterfall the town had to protest against building on. The splash of crystal clear water was like music to my ears, conducting a symphony as it cascaded down a wall of rocks. Each time I came here I had the urge to jump in, which was no different this time.

                The sparkling blue water lapsed over my body as I dove in, engulfing me in its watery veil. It was warm for this time of year, but still cold enough to send a shiver down my spine when I resurfaced. I flipped onto my back and floated peacefully along the top, feeling the sun on my face; evaporating every shimmering droplet.

                Times like this reminded me of my mother, we would always come here to talk or have picnics. She was the one truly interested in the blossoms, they were half the reason she moved to this town, the other half for my father. They were both departed from this world now, but now they were with each other. My mother had always told me, that if she died, she wanted blossoms to be put on her grave, for a new beginning. That’s what she had believed, that blossoms symbolized new beginnings, and that the Spring Festival should be taken seriously, to bring you good omens. Floating along the crystalline pond, with the rushing waters licking my body, it was times like that I missed.

                It wasn’t until the first firecracker went off that I realized I was missing the festival. I quickly swam to the shore and dried off, the slipped on a spare pair of clothes I had brought. This is what I had waited for every year, and I wasn’t going to miss it for anything.

                Although I had seen this display of pyrotechnics before, it never failed to leave me in awe. Beautiful colours shooting up and bursting in the sky, I didn’t even mind the loud noise that erupted from them, it was hypnotic.

                I would have fun today; I promised my parents that I wouldn’t stop having fun without them. They would want me to have a good life, and I would do the best I could to make them happy. I knew they were watching me from wherever they were now, and I wanted them to smile, to know that I was moving on with my life, starting fresh each year. I would shed my past fears and renew my spirit. I would start fresh, like my mother taught me, just like a blossom.

You'll Never Be Alone

Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I've written a story. I've been procrastinating a bit, and there's been stuff going on, but I have a story for you today. It was actually written for my E.L.A final, (I got 100% :D) but I've tweeked it a bit, so that it makes more sense then when I first wrote it. It's a bit of a long story, the first long one I've written in a while, but I think that now I've spiced it up, it's a pretty interesting story. Fair warning though, it does have a sucky ending, mainly because I had to rush it to finish in the time limit we were given, and I'm too lazy to polish it up. I apologize. Anyways, I really hope you like it and I'm working on a visual story thing (those ones that describe stuff using the five senses) and I think it's pretty good too. These two are actually stories this time, instead of those other types of stories I was writing before (sorry if you didn't like those). But, that's enough blabbering from me, I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, thank you :) ~ Angel

                Darkness, that’s the first thing I awoke to. The air around me was cool, and not a single sound was being carried on the breeze. Silence, that’s the seconds thing I noticed, it was awfully quiet for wherever I was. Then the third thing hit me, where was I? Not a single figment of my past could be recalled, no matter how hard I tried to remember. I felt my head for bumps, assuming I had hit my head on something, resulting in amnesia. But there were no scratches, bumps, or scars, no sign of anything that could’ve rendered me without a memory.

                I felt my surroundings, a cool metal table beneath me, and a plastic sheet covering my body which was clad in a papery dress. I pushed the sheet aside as I got to my feet. Stumbling around in the dark, I found a knob attached to a frame. Trying my luck, I jiggled the knob, hoping it was the key to my escape. Click, success! Before stepping out, I quickly changed into a normal t-shirt and shorts ensemble, clothes I found on a chair beside my resting place, assuming they were mine.

                The light blinded me as I entered an empty hallway. Chairs, papers, and glass from broken windows, were scattered hazardously on the tiled floor. There seemed to be no one there, no one I could see anyways. What had happened here? Every other door in the hallway was carelessly flung open, some hanging off the hinges, what had kept my door closed?

                “Hello?” I shouted, testing out my voice. Despite however long I had not spoken, my voice came out clear without hesitation. There was no response from the abandoned building, only the sound of my voice echoing and bouncing off the walls. Making my way through the obstacle of furniture, I found a door marked “exit”.

               When I stepped outside, I was greeted with the same emptiness as before. Looking up at the decaying structure I had just been in, I realized it was a hospital, Forest Lake Hospital, to be exact. I snickered at the name; there were no trees or lakes in sight. But nonetheless, it was a clue as to where I was- the first clue.

                Walking in silence for what seemed like hours, I wasn’t able to find any more traces of my past, or any traces of any people. That’s when I heard it, a voice, or rather, voices. Excitement rushed through me as I made my way through the streets, following the sounds of conversation and laughter. As I got closer, I could tell that there were males and females, maybe my age (whatever age that was).

                Picking up my pace, I saw the group slow down and sit. Taking that opportunity, I slowed down and ducked behind a wall. Peeking around the corner, I could see that I was right, kids like me, dressed I normal clothes. I backed up, my back pressed against the wall; I accidentally knocked over a trash can, the loud banging noise alerting the others. Suddenly, the laughter stopped and everything grew quiet. I held my breath, waiting for them to spot me.

                “Who’s there?” a cautious female voice called out. I heard the crunching of shoes on gravel, knowing that they were proceeding in my direction. I closed my eyes, and when I opened then, the crunching stopped, and before me were two boys and girls. I waved my hand awkwardly, as some sort of peace greeting which only earned me an evil stare from the brunette girl.

                “Who are you?” she asked, stepping up. Absolutely no hesitation, I’m going to have to be upfront with her. But I must’ve taken too long, because only a second after that she repeated again, “Who are you?” This time, she drew out the syllables, as if she were talking to an infant. Impatient looks were casted in my direction, as I cleared my throat and replied,

                “I don’t know.” My voice came out as confident as the first time I spoke. But this only seemed to annoy the brunette.

                “What do you mean, you don’t know?” She raised an eyebrow and glared at me, as if I were crazy.

                “Well, it seems that I must’ve lost my memory,” I responded. “I can’t recall anything that’s happened in the past, where, or who I am.” I waited for someone to speak up, but everyone remained silent, as if they were processing the information. The brunette was about to speak up, when a petit blonde interrupted her.

                “I guess it’s really not at all that uncommon if you came from these parts.” Her voice was soft, but it had a determined edge. Her big green eyes shone with sympathy as she stepped forwards and took my hands. “None of us really knew who we were the first few days, but we all remember eventually.” She gave a warm smile, holding my gaze, as a black haired boy stepped up, smiling too.

                “Let’s start over,” he suggested. “I’m Tyler,” he introduced sticking out his hand. “That over there is Tristan,” he gestured to the other boy. “This here is Jessie,” the girl with the blonde hair gave an enthusiastic wave. “And little miss bossy over there is Miranda.” Tristan concluded, gesturing towards the brunette. “We hope you’ll feel welcomed.” He announced, resulting in a scoff and another glare from Miranda, who was now propped up against the wall opposite of us. Tristan smiled, ignoring Miranda, standing there shaking his hand, I couldn’t help but smile too.

                The next few weeks went by in a blur, travelling, looking for food, resting, then waking up and doing it all over again. Nothing of particular interest happened, unless you count running into another person while in another city. It turns out that they’ve been travelling like this all along, going to different cities, where they met up with everyone here. It started out as Miranda, then she found Tristan, Jessie came into the group, and right before me they found Tyler, as Jessie had explained to me.             

                One night, while Miranda was chatting up the new guy, Chris, Tyler pulled me aside to talk about something, away from everyone else.

                “What’s up?” I asked as we were walking.

                “I’ve just been thinking, over the past few days, there’s been something I’ve noticed about you,” he confessed, sticking his hands in his pockets.

                “Yeah?” I asked, turning to him curiously. “Like what?” When he blushed and turned away, I cleared my voice and turned him around, motioning for him to continue.

                “Okay,” he sighed. “Well I think that I might… know you.” Tyler whispered the last part, his voice quavering. My jaw dropped and I stared at him in disbelief.

                “You do?” I asked excitedly. I was practically beaming with excitement. “You really do? Would you tell me? Please?” I pleaded. We stopped walking and he clenched his fists, looking me in the eye.

                “We’ve been hanging out a lot lately,” he started. “And it’s just that, the way you laugh, your eyes, they all just seem so familiar to me,” he explained. Tyler was also just regaining his memory, and I couldn’t tell how much of this was true, but it was sounding like some cheesy pickup line rather than a confession. Putting that aside, I nodded, letting him continue. “I know this may sound cliché, but I just feel like you were someone I knew from before, maybe a sister or a neighbour, “he finished. Or a girlfriend, I added in mentally what he hadn’t said. His gaze wandered, settling on anything but her.  

                “So,” I replied, trying to break the tension. “Do you think you remember my name?” Tyler flinched, as if he’d been dreading this moment, he took a step back. I took a step towards him. “It’s okay Tyler, you can tell me.” His eyes met mine, and he let out a long sigh.

                “Well, I’m going to be extremely embarrassed if I’m wrong, but I think your name is Ever.”

                Ever, I let that name run through my mind, it did sound slightly familiar. Then something clicked, memories came rushing back to me, birthday parties, first days of school, moving around towns, playing in the park. With a black haired boy. My eyes widened and I gasped, then a huge smile spread across my face. The corners of Tyler’s mouth stretched into a smile too, and it wasn’t long before I had him in a tight hug.

                “I remember,” I beamed. “I remember.” We smiled and kept walking, talking and reminiscing in old memories. Talking like that until the sunset, it made me feel hopeful, how we were able to find each other among all this chaos. There was a part of me that felt like anything was possible, if you believed. It taught me a valuable lesson that day, that no matter how alone you may feel, or how lost you are in the world, you’ll never be alone.

Obstacles

Hey guys, I know I haven't posted any stories in a while, and I'm trying to get inspiration and I do have some ideas lined up, but I'm not gonna be posting any stories for a bit, nor am I going to review things. I just have to deal with some things right now (don't worry, nothing too serious) and writing stories just isn't my #1priority. I really sincerely apologize to you, and I'm gonna get a story up real soon (hopefully next week) so just, be patient. Again, really sorry, but thank you for regarding this notice [:

Iridescence

Okay, sorry that this isn't exactly a story either, but I was watching the video for Three Days Grace's "Iridescent" and inspiration kind of just hit. As always, I hope you enjoy this [:

            Red, the symbol of love and war, a bit contradicting in its meaning, but very powerful. It can provoke very strong emotions, and lead to dangerous things. It is often used to catch the reader’s eye, it can resemble energy. Red also means courage, the courage to stand up to a bully, or go out to war. It is found on many flags all over the world, red symbolizes blood, and the hunger for victory.

            Orange, the symbol of strength and endurance, not as powerful as red, and very joyful like yellow. Orange is like the fruit, high in citrus content, promoting healthy eating and energy. It is also a very hot colour, when we look at orange; we think of heat, it is often used to stimulate the mind. It is very creative, and orange is very determined and enthusiastic, orange can do great things.

            Yellow, the symbol of intellect and energy, although very joyful, yellow can also resemble jealousy and danger. Yellow catches attention, they are also attention seekers, but they cause mischief sometimes. It can arouse cheerfulness and generate energy, so it is often put with dark colours to balance each other out; this is why a yellow will always stand out.

            Green, the symbol of harmony and hope. We all know that green is also often associated with the earth and growth. Green can help clear vision, and guide your way in the world. Although it can do all these things, green can also sometimes be greedy, watch out for green when it is with yellow, these two can create troubles when put together.

            Blue, the symbol of loyalty and trust, blue can guide you to the truth with honesty and intelligence. Blue also has two sides, a lighter side that remains calm and tranquil during situations, always wanting the best for everyone. Blue also has a dark side, which isn’t as sinister as it sounds. The darker side holds power and seriousness, pulling through on all the through challenges life throws their way.  

            Last but not least, is purple, symbolizing luxury and mystery. Purple can be romantic but also depressing, they can toy with your emotions. It also refers to royalty and extravagance, making purple a bit of a diva at times. Purple can be very magical too, making it a bit of a rollercoaster ride to handle.

           Iridescence, life is full of colours; you can’t go wrong with either. We all have one of these colours in our lives, so which colour are you?

Black and White

Here is the second story I have for you today. It isn't exactly a story, but a way I see the world. Anyone agree with me after reading this? Well, I'll let you get to that part now, but please don't respond negatively. But, as always, please enjoy [:

            Everyone in this world has their own opinion, that is my philosophy, and although this may be true, it is also true that they only see in two forms, black and white. These types of people are very judgemental, to them; you are either right or wrong. These people are also usually very high in society, or have a very high social status. They use their opinionated claims to try and run our lives. These people make decisions that benefit their party, but may not necessarily everyone else. They think they’re the smartest ones of all, and that they know everything, but the truth is, they don’t. One sided people often lack ability, the ability to see the truth. They can’t accept other ideas, because they are fixed on the thought that their idea is right.

            The truth comes in many forms, it can be either white or black, but it is often in the grey scale. But people who think like this, are blind to the grey scale, they refuse to think outside their box. The box is much appreciated by one sided thinkers, it keeps them in check, gives them a sense of what is “normal”, but there is no such thing as normal. To them, they are normal, and we are the abnormal ones, they don’t like anything out of the norm.

            People think very differently from others, but with every word that comes out of their mouth, it’s going to take a side. This is as clear as night and day to the “black and white” thinkers, you have to take a side. This is where criticism and insults come from.  Criticism is where you stand on the grey side, and someone from a certain side tries to give you “advice”. This advice is just their way of pulling you out of the grey and onto their side fully. Insults are where two people from opposing sides exchange rude comments because they think their side is the one true side, and the other is wrong.

            Now, us people in the grey scale, we see more than one side, we don’t like to be stuck in a box, but society dictates that we remain on the side they think is good, and to not tread into the dangerous areas of grey. We don’t like logic, because all logic can be questioned, and we like to question. We also don’t like being wrong because even though we may know that we aren’t 100% right, we aren’t entirely wrong either.

            I know that those of you who are reading this stand on a certain side, and if you stand on either the black or white sides, I know you won’t accept what I’m suggesting. But please just consider it, if everyone moved to the grey scale, we wouldn’t need to have pointless arguments, and we could live in harmony. So please, stop your complaining and bitter judgements, because the world does not exist in only black and white.  

In the Mindnight Forest

I hope you really like this story because I really enjoyed writing it (even though it took like five minutes). In my opinion, it could be one of my best stories :) Please enjoy ~

The rain pitter-pattered on my head, in sync with every step I took. Lost, I guess that was one way you could describe my situation. But I wasn’t really lost; I had run away from what would’ve been my horrible fate. Now, I was completely alone in the dark forest. Who knew what kinds of creatures lurked in these areas, waiting for an unsuspecting victim? I erased those thoughts from my head as I kept going on, each step resulting in a soft crunch from a dried up autumn leaf.

                At least it was quiet here, but a little too quiet for my liking. There were no wolves howling at the full moon, no toads croaking in the pond, not a single cricket dared chirp. I stopped at the pond, grey and murky from all the ashes and pollution. This was fowl doing of our society, exactly what I had run away from, chaos and destruction. If I had ever thought about going back, this set my mind straight on why I should stay away. I wasn’t ever going back; I wasn’t going to be a goner like the rest of them.

               These thoughts fluttered about in my head as I kept walking. Walking, walking in a forest that never seemed to end. The further I explored, the more lost I became, becoming entangled in the maze of trees and shrubs, forever trapped amongst the burnt foliage.

                Suddenly, a noise alerted my senses. There was a voice, voices, the very ones that had driven me out of my house, away from my family forever. That’s when I began to run, my heart pounding in my chest, my pulse quickening with each step. I knew they were getting closer, with each fumble or fault I made; they were a step closer to catching me. They were nearing, approaching faster and faster, knowing I couldn’t outrun them. So I stopped, stopped and stood, and nothing more. It was my time, time to accept my fate, time to join my family and friends.

                Dark figures appeared from behind the bushes. They laughed, they poked at me, but I didn’t move an inch. Then their leader approached, with pure hatred in his tone.

                “This won’t take long,” he smirked. Beady red eyes stared me, eyes filled with nothing but pure, sinister evil. A gun was pulled, a shot was fired, and another one fell to the floor.

In the midnight forest, not a sound was heard, not even a scream.

Story Time [:

Hey guys, I'm back up and running my blog, I decided to get rid of my Quizilla thingy once and for all, so yeah, this is my one main source of stories now. I have two, ready to go, but they are on my iPod and need to be transferred over first, so please be patient. Thanks to all of you who read and/or follow my blog. I appreicate the support :)

Sweet Insanity

Here's the second story I have. I hope this keeps you entertained 'till I get some new ones up ~

I awoke to the sound of jack-hammers pounding away at the cement below my apartment building. The sound made me quickly pull the covers over my head and barricade myself with pillows. I could never get enough sleep due to the fact that there was always construction going on outside. I guess that was the price I paid for choosing one of the poorest neighbourhoods in the city. Money was scarce as is due to the economy and I planned to save every single penny I’d ever earned. I was a small person so food was never an issue. I grew up on the streets with my older brother, well; he used to be my older brother. Now, he resides in a cheap wooden casket 10 feet in the ground. We never knew of our parent’s whereabouts, but we didn’t care. I didn’t want anything to do with any heartless person who would throw their children on the streets, to fend for themselves. So here I am 17 years later, all alone. I had lost all family I’d ever had. Some days I feel as if I’ve lost all humanity left in me.

If it weren’t for that careless drunk trucker, my brother would still be here with me right now. At age 14 I had no education, no proper clothes, nothing even close to a normal childhood. But I had him, and even that was taken away from me. We would’ve sued, but I couldn’t risk it. We weren’t of legal age and my brother did not want to land me in a foster home. His last words to me were: “I want you to know, that even though I won’t be here anymore, you’ll never be alone.” I could never figure out the message behind his words, but I know they meant something deep. No matter how many times I remind myself that, I can’t help but think I am alone, because he left me, left me to fend for myself. I had no real job, but the food bank supported me enough and when I was 18, I could get one in our modern day life.

I dragged my sorry butt out of bed and to the pantry to eat a measly piece of bread with a sip of orange juice. There was nothing the world could offer me. Then the idea hit me, I could be with my brother. My eyes widened and my lips stretched into a mischievous smile. I quickly throw on some clothes other than my P.J’s and raced outside. I hadn’t done my hair or brushed my teeth, granting me horrified looks from people outside. There, my eyes landed on the massive bridge towering at least 100 feet off the ground. I had never learned how to swim; there was no one to teach me, and no equipment for which to learn. I carefully perched myself on the thin railing. I turned to look down at the people from below, some pointing, and some shouting for me to get down. I know my brother wouldn’t have liked for me to go this way, shame me for what I am doing. When life gets tough the tough get going, he would always say.

In a matter of minutes, camera crews, police men, firemen, and helicopters had been assembled. Some surly man was yelling at me through a blow horn, telling me to “get down from there immediately”. There was a part of me that wanted to get back down, and return to… Return to what? There was nothing left for me to return to. And I guess that out of pure, sweet insanity, I jumped.