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.