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What would you say,
If you found out I was dead?
Would ever cry?
Or would you just hang your head?

If you opened the paper,
And read I was gone,
How would you feel
About me moving on?

Would you tell yourself
That I was still here?
And not accept
That I am not near?

I can imagine your face
Shocked and stunned;
"God", you would say,
"That must have stung".

And I can hear you thinking,
'What if I could have helped?'
But I'm telling you now,
Just save yourself.

And if there was a way
That I could be there with you now,
I would, and you know it;
'Cause I'm regretting it...
somehow.


And


She goes to bed, crying until she falls asleep
She dreams dark dreams of her endless weep
Sun shines through the window; she's dreading the wake
Sun shows no mercy on the day it will make
She drags herself up and crawls out of bed
She seems alive, but feels so dead
Unplugs the phone; locks the door
Sits alone on the cold, hard floor
Cloudy thoughts haunt her mind
She begs for an end, an escape to find
Thoughts getting stronger she can no longer bare
She makes up her mind that no one will care
She runs to the bathroom and grabs her pills
One by one, her mouth she fills
She looks in the mirror and says with a smile
"Its almost over, just a little while"
She lies on the floor, begins counting sheep
This Day has its grip, but HER it can't keep
Eyes getting heavy, she lets them close
Her Misery inside no one knows
Counting slowly, her sheep start to spin
...7...8...9...10.
~Kiddy

Thanks

You are going to like this one Suki. Marcos> noo Marcos> AH! MrSatan> I've found the perfect way of evil Marcos!! MrSatan> ok MrSatan> want me to tell you of the new way to toruture people in hell? Marcos> sure MrSatan> I orignally thought of this as my punshiment when I would go to hell Marcos> Dragon Ball Z? MrSatan> but then i thought it would be a good punishment for everybody MrSatan> yes MrSatan> i know MrSatan> DBZ MrSatan> no MrSatan> i mean no MrSatan> nothing to do with DBZ MrSatan> just the name MrSatan> ok Marcos> hmm MrSatan> first Marcos> you sure? Marcos> DBZ is pretty evil MrSatan> naaaah MrSatan> only evil against people with brains MrSatan> now anyways MrSatan> first off MrSatan> you strip the victim naked MrSatan> then you break each and every bone in their body MrSatan> then you bind their hands with very sharp, pointy and rough rope Marcos> ok, last summer, continue MrSatan> you then throw the rope at the top of a pole MrSatan> which would be 10000 feet high up MrSatan> this would be a wooden pole MrSatan> covered with splinters Marcos> with lots of splinters? MrSatan> yes MrSatan> then MrSatan> the victim would be forced to climb to the top MrSatan> he would be continuosly whipped in the meantime MrSatan> and if he cried out MrSatan> or cried at all MrSatan> he would be dragged down to the bottom and beaten MrSatan> if he actually did get to the top MrSatan> he would then be crucified, in not only his limbs MrSatan> but every inch of his body MrSatan> EVERY INCH MrSatan> and if he screams or cries once MrSatan> the whole proccess starts over again Marcos> interesting MrSatan> however if he can remain crucified for 100 years MrSatan> he will be reborn Marcos> takes the process of reincarnation to a whole new level MrSatan> in the slums of course MrSatan> yes I know Marcos> lol MrSatan> I'm a genius MrSatan> I'm going to post this conversation on the boards right now Marcos> you deserve a nobel prize, I shall steal it tomorrow MrSatan> thank you MrSatan> i'm deeply touched

In the beginning of time Earth was made. Along with it was a choice; the choice between good and evil. There was no neutral. A person was either good or evil. They would go to heaven, or to hell. Strangely enough, good and evil was completely balanced. About 20 or so years ago one of the strongest and smartest angels and one of the strongest and smartest demons were sent to Earth to end one of the sides. But something happened. The angel and demon fell in love. This was not expected. What was even more unexpected was the fact that the angel was now pregnaut with a child. So the demon and angel married and decided to live as humans instead of what they truly were. In nine months a little girl came into the world. Her parents did not know that they had made a neutral being. Their daughter was the balance between good and evil. If she were to die or to become more of one side then the other the worlds would go to war until only one side remained. The name of that girl would be kept a secret so that no harm could come to her. The story spread far and wide. Only three knew the girl's name. The angel, the demon, and their daughter. The angel and the demon lived quite happily together. Opposites attract. But because they were so different they both had ways of bringing up their daughter. The demon often abused her for misbehaving or doing something wrong while the angel was kind and loving. When the girl was only nine years old her father started to punch and kick her for no reason. He kept yelling, "You must join me! You must join me!" He had found out about the story and wanted the evil side to win. The girl's mother came into the room. "What are you doing? Stop! Please, don't hurt her!" She yelled. The demon grabbed the angel's neck and started to strangle her. In moments the girl's mother was dead. The demon, seeing what he had done to his one true love, ran off never to be seen again. Everyone assumed he was dead and he was. He had killed himself. For the next several years the girl wondered the streets. She only barely managed to stay alive. Every now and then someone would take her in, but strangely they would die or go missing. Everynight the girl would hum herself to sleep. Usually when she had finally fallen asleep, her cheeks were stained with tears. After searching for a home for years, the girl found a tavern. The tavern had entertainment every night and was in search of a singer. So the girl, who was now 15 tried out. She was shocked when she found out that she was now the tavern's newest singer. For the next two years she happily lived in the tavern, singing every other night. She had managed to become the owner of the tavern. One night when the girl was singing a man in the audience found her voice to be the most perfect thing in the world. That night the girl was kidnapped. For the next year the man kept torturing the girl, trying to make her sing, but she would not. Finally the girl could not take it anymore. She asked if the man would free her if she sang to him. The man agreed. So the girl sang and sang and sang. She was now free. The girl found the old tavern. It was completely empty. No trace of a tavern ever being there was left. All that was there was an old wood building. So the girl fixed up the tavern and re-opened it. Many people came to the tavern and were glad to see the girl. After all her struggles and hardships her life was now perfect...but it wouldn't stay that way. THE END

Heh...would put this in the other post, but it was getting long.

My days were once full of sunshine
So quickly did they pass by
But then things began to change
Everyday was full of rain
All because you hurt my heart
With a silver knife
As the storm rolls by
All I can do is cry
The lightning strikes
Like a knife
Just like the knife
That cut through my heart
Everynight I see your face
In my dreams
And my heart breaks
All over again
And when I wake to ease the pain
It starts to rain
The tears keep falling
Just like the rain
I tried to fix my heart
But tape won't work
And glue won't stay
But soon the storm will pass
There's no difference
Between my tears
And the rain

I'm going to just put something down. I can probably do better later, if I try. Mistakes can be blamed on the fact that it is 230am here. I was walking home alone, sometime in early June. It was about 11am, and I'd just had an exam workshop, which is a meeting held to warn you about your next exam. I was in the middle of my GCSE exams at the time, you see. I was alone because none of the people I usually walk home with had the same exam as me, and so had the entire day off. I can't really say that I minded, as our walks home are loud and often violent, and I always end up paying for their food in the shops. I like my friends, but sometimes they are a little much. My route home takes me through a park, down past Ledger Lane primary school, then past the primary school I used to attend, before cutting through a residential area and crossing a road. It's a nice walk, although usually a little crowded, as both primary schools are ending their day as we pass them around 3pm. There are always cars lining the street, mothers pushing prams, eleven-year-olds jostling each other and arranging football matches for later in the day. Not today. When I'd passed Ledger Lane, the children were just going in from morning break, a line of green blazers and grey trousers, with the occasional skirt or dress, silent except for the teacher's voice ordering each class inside. By the time I'd passed my former school, break was long over, and only part of the Foundation Stage, young and happy and wonderfully accepting, were still outside. I'd hoped that my sister would be among them, but she was not. I did, however, wave to the teacher who had taught me in Year 6. She has softened up in the years since she taught me- marriage and pregnancy have been good for her. I continued my walk down the long road, usually buzzing with cars at the time I travel down there, but due to the early hour, curiously quiet. I passed an elderly man in a sailor's hat using a hosepipe to water his flowers. I would have greeted him, but he seemed absorbed in his petunias, so I let him be. I reached the tree-lined path which indicated where I always turned off, because some of my friends live down there. Of course, they weren't with me today, but I turned down there anyway. As soon as I emerged from the cover of the trees, the perfection of my situation hit me. It was almost completely silent. There were no cars, no people, nothing except the houses to indicate human existence. I could no longer hear anything from the road behind me. The sun was bright, and the sky was an incredible shade of blue, unmarred by clouds, endless and astonishing. The sounds of my own footsteps and breathing, birdsong, and the buzzing of the bees filled my ears. My heart lifted, and I was suddenly, astoundingly, happy. Happier, possibly, than I have ever been before. It was the kind of pure, blinding joy I had previously always assumed an illegal drug of some kind was required for. I didn't want it to ever end. I had to continue my walk, however. The residents of this neighbourhood knew that I didn't live there, so it would have seemed odd had I stayed there for a prolonged period of time. I love my village. I left the neighbourhood and crossed the road, still amazingly happy and astonished at the continued silence. I walked up the road which leads to the cul-de-sac where I live, feeling as though I were in my own, self-contained bubble, and that I was alone in the world and my current connection to joy. As I walked up towards the cul-de-sac entrance, I noticed a couple of crisp packets swirling around each other. As I got closer, I saw that there was a lot of dust and grit mixed up with the packets, and also swirling in the same peculiar manner. I had never seen anything like this before, and was wondering at its likeness to a tiny tornado, when it moved towards me, sweeping tiny pebbles from the pavement as it went, and began to climb up my body. I closed my mouth and eyes as it became clear that the grit was going to bite into my face. I stood still, waiting for the little tornado to pass, and after about ten seconds, it did. I stood and watched it move away, laughing to myself about the wonders of nature, before I walked down my cul-de-sac towards my house. I stood at the top of the driveway, thinking to myself of how beautiful the world was, and how I could probably get away with observing for a while longer. It was a great disappointment when the telephone began to ring. I walked up to the door and unlocked it, storing my journey home in my memory, to cheer me up the next time it rained or I felt sad. Even typing this out has made me feel good about myself and the world in general. I think my walk home that day in June is probably the closest thing to ...well, I wouldn't say God, exactly, as I am still unsure of my feelings about religion. All I know is that I touched something in myself that day, something I haven't quite managed to find since. It was possibly perfection.

Okay, well, I'm giving it a shot but still trying to keep the optimism that I'll get my (WRONGFULLY) banned account back. Penguin Slippers was one of the items I had, and yeah, anyway, here I go.

This one starts depressing and ends all optimistic because I wrote it over a week in time, going from musical obsessions of Dir en grey to Kotani Kinya -- big difference.

'Daydreaming A Nightmare'
It's an obstacle without the optional strings attatched
Thinking will never be so simple once this egg is hatched
Losing all that is everything within my own sanity
That taunting smile haunts my dreams without second thoughts
I want to turn it upside down and tear it right in half
I want to take it apart and find the cause of it
I want to know what it's thinking and why that smile lives
I want to find its weakness and destroy it before it can see the light again.

My white strapped jacket, my bittersweet insanity
My favorite way to feel pain, my best worst memory
The thing that makes me tick inside, the thing that makes me live
Everything I hate about myself, the homely thing that's so attractive
Make me go insane, but my best stability;
An emotionless state of mind could never feel the same for me.

Mysteriously taking me up in its artificial hope
This twilight leaves scars like hanging from a rope
A twinkle of a falling star matches that look in those eyes
The light consumed by shadows that doesn't think twice
Engulfing all it meets, feeding the fire of self-confidence
Your voice amongst the stars and I fade away
My own little dream, shining on to another day.

And when you awake, you'll find me there
Within a sparkling daydream; I'll be your most friendly nightmare!

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More in next comment (comment limit killed the rest.)

This next one was after a Judy and Mary crave. Easy to tell. Has a title of one of their songs and everything. -Cough.- Optimism~~!!11

'Overdrive'
Setting my mindset onto the highest gear
Won't look back from this moment on
A steady determination flowing from my head
I can't change how I think but I'll certainly try
Taking in all these blinding colors
To see that mark is a feeling like no other
Reaching the goal of an unfinished dream
I'll keep you near as a good luck charm
Kick on the dead gears and we're off!

One, two, three, you're back stuck with me
And I couldn't be more pleased
Charging into my daydream
I'll turn off full power supply
Illusionary emotional wastelands will be passed right through
And I'll be setting into overdrive.

Motivate me to charge off this life
I'll travel across the world just to fulfill
I'll say "sayonara!" you'll say "bye-bye!"
Only seeing your smile will be my try
I won't hit the brakes for anything
I'll head on to the brand new world
Feelings of love and moments of weakness
Always brings out the best in me in the worst possible way
And I'll keep on driving to the end.

Uno, dos, tres, these are the good days
And I couldn't ask for more
Charging into my nightmare
Kick the melancholy to the sky
Eliminating all solitude when the clouds turn gray
And I'll be setting into overdrive.

For a 'real' writing, this is a roleplay intro. entry that I never used since getting banned over a dumb misunderstanding. If you don't like blood and stuff um, don't read it? I highlighted it just in case. [color=white]The square center of the large village wasn't the most attractive of the place; the buildings were smaller, rattier, and looked at least ten years behind the outer city's architectural styles. The citizens were also just as bland as the buildings; old, dull-colored rags which seemed to be made of chicken fat. A pale fingertip rising to flick the dark, oversized-brimmed hat out of her vision, a pair of bright lavendar eyes blinked around, catching sight of what seemed to be a circle of punishment for those who have committed wrongs. Chained to walls and bound to locks, it was almost like a prison; they'd be stuck there for days, weeks even, until someone requests their freedom or they die. Of course, these lives were meaningless to the poor town. If they were to be rid of, no one would cry, right? The rain would stain the grounds with crimson that they once shed, or is it their tears they cry from the heavens? Soon, she would find the answer for herself and the rest of these poor, deprived people. The black-clad girl strolled down to the area, glancing about; her silk kimono was black, her hair was black, the straps of her clunky wooden sandals were black, even her fingernails were tinted black, the only exception being the slim burgandy obi around her waist. The piece of cloth wrapped around her body was much too small, and barely covered her behind by just what had to be an inch. The other side was overly exposed as well; it was doubtful, but not unlikely, that her robe was more undersized than her breasts were oversized. Either way, the odd girl most certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd; not only was she dressed like a modern-day prostitute, but her clothing was made of the finest silk and stitched with the most elegant threads. Drawing up her arms, covered by spiderweb-patterned sleeves that was probably once part of the now shoulder-exposing wardrobe, her eyes went upward in a full smile as her muscles were stretched. "Well, well, looks like I have some work to do~" It was an understatement to say that she was naive; to test her theories regarding human nature, she would use nothing but the real subjects. If a ruthless prisoner is slayed in the middle of the city, will the people walk on as if they were already a ghost? If their blood falls on one's robe, will they mourn their kimono rather than the other's death? She was ready to test her theories, and the scapegoats were these shivering prisoners who stared at her as if she were a shinigami coming to take them herself. Digits winding around a double-winded strand of prayer beads from her neck, the opposing hand was exposed holding several sharp needles; common ones for a shinobi or assassin. Her pale eyes drifting shut just for what seemed to be a moment, whispering a chant to herself, they shot back open. "Shi-ne." The needles seemed to glow with a haunting red aura, growing even larger as they neared the foreheads of her victims. Their crimson tint only deepened, and her hypothesis was succesful. The citizens walked on like they were just flies to swat away, and her smile never faded. "Oh my, oh my...it seems I'm no low than them, yet I get no punishment myself." Releasing a low, creepy chuckle from the bottom of her throat, she turned on her heel, and those tears of red began falling, though in the form of rain.[/color]

If you were lost
If you were scared
If you were crying
Or screaming out loud
If you tired
If you were angry
If you were gonna die
My only advice is run

Hear the gunshots
Hear the pain
Hear the kids the kids crying out
Their parents dying
Their siblings crying
Their pain taking over

All I can say to them
All that might help
All until this is over
Run

Try to escape
Try not to be afraid
Try to everything you ever could
Try not to cry
Try not to wait
Because it could be to late

Dont be scared
Dont cry
Before you say good night

Tears stream down everyone's faces
As they look down on my shadowed grave
They all whisper words of hope and guidance as they walk by
One by one in one solemn line
I lived most my life alone
After you had left me here
And as I listen to the whispers
I try so hard to answer back
To tell them not to worry
And that I'll be all right
That my pain is finally gone
And as I see you get closer in line
My heart skips a beat
I wonder what you will say
Now that I lay here dead beneath your feet
You wandered up to the stone
With my name so beautifully engraved
You placed a yellow rose above me head
And softly whispered my name
I felt your tear fall on my cheek
And I saw sadness in your eyes
I wanted to reach for you
But six feet is such a far reach
So I close my eyes and listen
To here your final words to me
You promise to come visit
And every month to give a new rose to me
And then you ask me a question
A question I would so hard try to answer
You asked if I had any regrets in my life
And so many passed though my mind
But when I finally whispered the only thing I could say was that
The only thing I regret
Is not having you by my side
I saw you stop in your tracks and turn to look back at my grave
A smile came across your face, and you eyes filled with tears
And somehow I knew you had heard me
And that you had realized I still loved you
Even after all of these years

The Morrigan

On this last day of battle
the glens run with red
All around me
warriors have fallen dead

Blood intermingled
with ebony hair
I push myself up,
I won't fail, I don't dare

Deep black and crimson
fill my gaze
The cry of a raven
is heard in the haze

The mother is watching
She's lent me her blades
And in enemy steel
Before the waning moon fades

I see my reflection
Cold eyes and hard leather
Drifting down behind me
a solitary feather

The call comes again
I take my last swing
Victory comes now
On a glossy black wing

No other's stand now
In this dark quiet place
Sing three songs for the mother
Once for each face

The raven calls in the distance
I'll follow her will
For though this one is over
Battle waits still

And in the light of her moon
with a shine in her eyes
Lips turn in a smile
And away
The Morrigan flies

YOUR MIND

The bell sounds
and hallways are cleared
Its like a deserted house
covered in dust

Papers rolling on the floor
no sounds but your own
are heard

The lights go out
and the doors lock tight
no one else is there

You start to panic
and run for the door
no luck
its locked

Your trapped all alone
in the dark
your heart pounds
as thoughts race through your mind

The wind howls
darkness is coming...
you close your eyes
and try to hide
but fear overwhelms you

Times running out
you gasp for air
trying to catch your breath
all you taste is dry air
and dust

You scream...
but no one can hear
the darkness quickly approaches
and engulfs you whole

For a moment
all is silent
the darkness then draws back
and vanishes

Your cold body
lies still on the floor
life has been taken
more mysteriously
than the night air
thats full of despair

For you do not know
that you are dead
you try to cry...

but you feel nothing
but sheer empty coldness
theres nothing left
not even a last breath

By the time you realize
what happened
fate took its corse
even scarier then
fear itself

Time passes by
and a conclusion comes by
you have finally figured
out the secret that
is left behind

Darkness has confined
you to your own mind...

Sounds of yesterday

I thought I saw you one day
walking down the road
I turned to reach for you
where did you go.
I have heard the sound of this song before
It rings loudly in my mind.
And all the while my heart aches
for the sounds of yesterday.

Looking back once again
seeking resemblence in your face
that warm smile those shining eyes
yes I have heard the sound of this song before
it dares me to endure.
All the while does my heart ache
for the sounds of yesterday.

Once more I turn to see that road
where once we walked
knowing outstretched hands come back empty
yes i know the sound of this song
And all the while my heart it does ache
for the sounds of yesterday

Now I stand beside myself glancing at that place
that somehow is and yet is not and can be no longer
the glare of the sun causing my eyes to squint while casting its shadows upon that road
yes I heard the sound of this song before
forcing me to heights
And all the while my heart it truely aches
for the sounds of yesterday.

I thought I saw you one day
walking down the road
turning to look realizing all the while
yes I know the sound of this song
as I turn to go
And all the while my heart aches
for the sound of yesterday.

SILENTLY

Silently does time pass by
Turning day into night while slowly inside
The stillness of the wind soars thru me
And silently, the tears filter the sky.
Upon the quiet of deafness we quicken the beasts
For tis the dew their hearts seek
And basking themselves within the new day
Silently my heart does beat
It hears a rhythm that echoes to my soul
Captured and encased in time
And silently clinging to a breeze
That only gentleness can bring
How long before the storm ends
Silently showing its rainbow across the sky
How long can a heart beat
Until it rises to write upon the sky
And silently walks by

Sometimes the ones you look up to can hurt you


When I was little there was a man
Who did what seemed impossible
Whatever task we asked
We knew we could do


When I grew older I still looked to him
Whenever I needed anything
We called this man a "Superman"
Who could do any task we ask


When I was thirteen this man let me down
When we asked for help, we got no reply
What we did to help him didn't matter
We never asked for this to happen


After these events
We never called him "Super" again
He let me down, Us down
This man, he was my father

This is nothing super great. Also it has some swearing in it. Not sure if you are offended by that. I will do a strikethrough just in case.


I am so sick and tired of all this s**t
What the [********] is our world coming too?
When crack is in the hands of little kids,
And people get killed in the safety of school.

I can't comprehend what's going through their minds
As they sit there and think that this s**t is alright.
When will this all end? What can we do?
But hold back and watch as they days pass through.

As I lay here and think about the choices we make
The inevitability of extinction doesn't seem so fake.
One day everything will just come to an end,
And what will you do? What are you gonna do then.

When all that we do is live for ourselves
What'd you expect except enemies who we cannot tell
If they just might actually be trying to make peace
Or sending a few or their own, to die for their beliefs.

icon_heart.gif just a second.its almost here. ill be starting it in just a second. i just have to get motivated.wait for it. almost ready. only need some inspiration. im almost ready.almost.almost.almost.okily dokily.here it comes.ok.now icon_domokun.gif dun dun dun.i have a biology test in like a day and i really should be studying but instead, for you ill write this fantastic story.quick.what is meitosis.just kidding you. the process of cell division.im so smart.im 14. im in 9th grade.woohoo.photosynthesis is the process by which plant cells get energy through the sunlight. "Got it!" Shouted Callie at the top of her lungs. She lunged over toward where the volleyball was coming at her. She grunted and threw her whole body at the ball. She hit it hard with the top of her palm and ran back to her spot where she knew that if the ball was headed toward her, she could hit it. Callie felt as if that was where she belongs. A point where she and the ball could interact and she felt good about herself. She felt as if the ball could run along her arms freely and she was in the Olympics. "Nice one, Cal." Margerie shouted as she lunged for the ball and missed. Margerie had thought that she would try to look good in front of Callie, even though she knew that Callie was much better than her at volleyball. Margerie always wanted to look good in front of Callie when she was playing volleyball. "Almost, Marge." Callie told Margerie as Margerie got up and wiped off her knees that she had fallen on. They were scraped and were going to be bruised, as soon as Margerie would get home. Every girl except for Callie, Lena, Bridget and Ellen ran over to Margerie as she started to cry her little fake cry that she did when she wanted attention. "What a wuss." Ellen said as she watched the gym teacher help her walk over towards the office with a trail of girls and a few guys follow them. "Ell, you gotta be nice, I mean, we have to be with her every monday through friday for the rest of the year." "Lenny, why do you have to go to Paris on Monday? I mean, Bee's going to her dad's, and Ellen's going to her mom's wedding. It sucks. I'll be here, all alone, baby-sitting that frigid little brat, Arielle." "You have to baby-sit Arielle?" "Yeah. Every Monday and Friday." That just broke everyone's heart to hear that Callie had to baby-sit for her afternoons while everyone else is at something joyous. "Sorry Cal. I didn't know you had to baby-sit Arielle, or else I would've done something about it. I probably would've invited you to my mom's wedding. But no offense to Arielle, If I would've known, then I would've invited you to it." Ellen said with a lovely smile on her face. Ellen always looked happy and tough when she looked normal. Ellen was a bigger girl, but she looked no different than a regular school girl. Ellen looked like a normal fourteen year old, just trying to hide a little weight. "Hey, girls, get over here. Marge needs your help." Shouted Ms. Leonard to the girls who were merely discussing their summer. "Why does Ms. Leo have to always interrupt our conversations? I mean, it always happens." "I dunno. I think it's like one of her jobs. Maybe she likes to. She probably likes to interrupt and get into people's business often." Lena said, with her celery green eyes peering straight at Ms. Leonard. She was a pretty girl, who had one of the most perfect body shapes of a fourteen year old girl and who could be in modeling. Bridget was going into modeling, but she knew it herself that if Lena came to an audition with her to watch, the instructor would want Lena to join and become the main attraction. But Lena was sweet and would never do that to one of her very best friends. "Lena, how long are you staying at Paris for?" Bridget asked while walking toward Margerie and her crowd around her. "A month. Just long enough so my grandparents don't spoil me too much." Lena laughed a little. She knew her grandparents where going to spoil her, and she also knew that Paris was the main shopping city or state or country, according to her. "How much money are you getting to go shopping?" Callie asked. "I don't know. Enough money." "Get me a volleyball. A nice one. Here, I'll even give you the money for you to buy it for me." Callie handed Lena a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and Lena uncrumpled it. She handed it back to Callie. "Cal, I can't take your money. I 'll buy it for you. It'll be a souvenir. OK?" "Fine. Are you sure, Lenny? I mean, I will give you the money if you need it for it. If you don't have enough and all." "I'll have enough. I'm sure. Anyone else need a souvenir?" Lena looked around at her friends. "Can you get me a sweatband that had a skull on it? And crossbones?" Ellen always acted tough, but inside was plenty tender. "Sure. I'll look for one." Lena always knew that her friends depended on her, and she took a lot of responsibility within that. "Bee? Want anything? I have plenty of money." "Leny, I don't wanna take your money. That would feel like charity." "Yah." Ellen said and handed Lena a ten dollar bill. "No, you guys! Keep your money." "Lena, you're always buying stuff for us, so you should at least buy us this one thing with our money." The girls walked up to Margerie and kneeled down. "What are you girls doing here?" "Trying to help you Margerie. Gotta problem with that?" "Yeah," Margerie stood up and started walking through the now broken up crowd towards Ellen. "Why? You think I'm gonna hurt you?" "You think you could hurt me?" It looked as if Margerie wanted to fight Ellen with a smirk on her face. "Heck yeah I could hurt you. It'd be easy. Just punch you in the face." "Oh yeah?" Margerie really wanted to fight. She rose from the ground that she was sitting at and she looked at Ellen very closely. Then she whispered something to Ellen. "Hey Ellen, you think you could really hurt me?" "Of course. Wuss." Ellen seemed to shrink her eyes somehow when she said the word wuss. For some reason, it bothered Lena. She stood up for her friend. "Hey, Marge, just stay out of this right now. All we need is a fight. Then we got ourselves a trip to Juvi." "Lena, you're the wuss. I was mistaken, Ellen." Lena got really mad when she heard this comment. She shrunk in her shoulders and seemed to jump up into mid-air, and pounced onto Margerie. "I'm gonna kill you, Margerie Butler! Uhhh! I hate you!" Margerie didn't care that Lena was on top of her, and she kept on fighting. "Lena! Get off of her!" Lena heard the teacher yell and pulled her off of Margerie. Lena still tried to get to Margerie, but it was no use, for the teacher was holding her back. Margerie was trying to do the same, but surprisingly, Ellen was holding her back. But then when Callie thought about it, it didn't seem too surprising, because Ellen didn't want her friend hurt. Lena was out of breath from the fight, and also had a black eye as a souvenir. Margerie had a bruise and a black eye on her right eye, and Lena on her left. Margerie screamed a bit, and Lena tried to hit her a few times later, but still, it seemed as if someone was holding the two back. "Lenny, you can't stay mad like this. You can't just go around trying to hit Margerie whenever you see her. That would be so childish." Callie tried to calm Lena down like that. But it didn't seem to work just that way. "I KNOW. But I can't just let this slip away. And she called me a wuss. Can you believe that? A wuss, me. Yeah right. But did you see how I lunged at her? I jump on her. It totally brought her down. And then when I punched her in the face--" "Lena, stop. You've gotta stop." Callie looked Lena right in the eye. "Sorry, Cal. I just can't help it. I hate her. She called me names and punched me, and all kinds of stuff. Just a sudden reflex." "I know, Lenny. I would do the same things as you did, but you've gotta stop it. Now I'm gonna go talk to Marge." "Why you've got'a nick-name for her now?" "I don't. That's just short for her name, and I've heard other people call her Marge. Not only me. The teacher, Ellen--" "Yeah I know, but just don't. It sounds like you've become her friend or something. And eww... that name. It disgusts me." Callie and Ellen started over towards Margerie and stopped in front of her as she started to walk away from them. "Marge, just listen me." Margerie stopped and looked right at Callie in the eyes. "Don't call me Marge. That's not my name." Callie and Ellen knew that her friends called her Marge and so did the teacher and Margerie had no problem with it. "Margerie, why do you and Lena have to fight?" "Because." And then Margerie walked away as the bell rung, for the next class was about to start. Lena went home early because her mother had heard of the fight. Lena's mother and Lena herself talked to the principle that day, too. Lena had gotten herself a detention and so did Margerie. They earned it, for what they did. And Ellen, she just got a break detention. But she knew that it was her that had started it. And she deserved the detention. "I just don't get it. I told Mr. Agapinan that I was the one who started it and he didn't give me a detention. And it was my frickin' fault." "Ell, are you like trying to get a detention or something?" Bridget said as she was walking with Ellen to english class. "No, but I got Lena into it, and so I should get the punishment. Not Lena." "I understand, Ell, but Lena did punch Margerie, and she did give her a black eye. So it's her fault too." Ellen and Bridget walked into the classroom, and the teacher motioned for the two to sit down immediately. They hurried to their seats, which were not very far from each other, and looked at each other like they were in trouble. The teacher looked at them as if she was extremely mad at the girls. Mrs. Applebee started to take roll because it was only the beginning of the year. "Tory Ellane," she said in her perky voice. "Here." "Ellen Faffle." "Hey." Ellen said, as if not paying attention. "Ellen Faffle." "I said I was here, Mrs. Applebee." "Thank you, Ms. Faffle." Mrs. Applebee had always called people by their last names. "Bridget Gregory." "Hey-ear" "Excuse me, Ms. Gregory?" "Um, here. I said here. Here." "All right, and I need to speak to you and Ms. Faffle after class. I will give you girls' a note. All right?" Ellen sighed and Bridget was silent with a scared look on her face. "All right, ladies?" "Ok." Ellen said to the unusually tall teacher. "Excuse me, Ms. Faffle, but I believe that you are supposed to be less rude to a teacher at this school. Now do please apologize. And remember you are holding up this roll taking. And class, and we won't have time to do the work, and then you all will have it for homework, because of Ms. Faffle." The whole class looked at Ellen and then at Bridget, and then at Mrs. Applebee to see if she was going to say anything else. "You're the one holding us up by not shutting your huge trap..." Ellen said beneath her breath. But loud enough for the teacher to hear. "Ms. Faffle, may I speak to you outside for a moment? You too, Ms. Gregory." The two girls walked behind Mrs. Applebee so that they could talk for about ten seconds. "There's the detention you wanted, Ell." Bridget said to Ellen and looking at the teacher at the same time. The girls and the teacher were outside by this time. "Ms. Faffle, Ms. Gregory, you both know why you are here, right?" The two shook their heads in encouragement. "Then you should know that you should behave friendlier to a teacher. Do you understand that this earns you both a detention?" "Yes, Mrs. Applebee." Ellen said a little too sarcastically, and then Mrs. Applebee looked at her sternly, and Ellen then knew that she'd better shut up. "You understand too, Ms. Gregory?" "Yes Ma'am. I do. And I am very sorry for interrupting your and my class, but I don't think that me and Ellen really deserve these detentions. We are only here to have fun and learn. And we are extremely sorry for whatever we did wrong. But maybe we could work this out somehow, and maybe--" Bridget gabbled on and the teacher gave her a stern look too. "Sorry. I do deserve it, huh?" "Uh-huh. You sure do, just for that back talking, Bee. I know that you are a smart girl, but you don't deserve this, I mean, you are usually such a pleasant girl, and now you are making a fool of yourself. Now let's get back into class. We don't want too much homework tonight. Right, girls?" "Totally." Ellen said quickly and then walked back into the classroom. "Ell, wait up!" Bridget ran quickly up to Ellen and whispered to her about how Mrs. Applebee was way harsh. They walked into the classroom and both knew that everybody was just talking about them. They looked around and knew that everyone already knew that they were the trouble makers of the class. About forty five minutes later, the bell rang and they were assigned their homework. The girls walked out of the classroom and walked into the four-court, which is like the quad, and met up with Callie and they all walked over to the snack bar and bought something for lunch. "How was Mrs. Applebee?" Callie asked hoping for good news from her friends' mouths because she didn't have pleasant news either. "Uh, well, Ell and I got detentions for talking back in class while taking roll. So yeah, it wasn't fun. We had to step outta class and talk to her." "Yeah, it sucked." Ellen replied to her friend's comment. "Oh." Callie stared down at her lap and got a little teary-eyed. "Cal, whatup?" "Nuthin', I just got a phone call that I'm moving. Moving to ARIZONA! With my mom's stupid boyfriend Jerryl. And then I have to share a room with Sydney. His daughter." Callie started to cry and her friends started to comfort her. "When do you have to move?" Ellen asked. "I don't know. Sometime in the middle of the summer." "Why can't you guys just stay here?" Bridget asked. "Because Jerryl's got some stupid job offer down in Arizona and my mom wants to move in with him, and the only way we can do that is if we move to Arizona with Jerryl and Sydney." "Oh, my, god. Are you just shizzing us? Or is this serious?" "No, I'm serious. I am so not shizzing you." "Girl, you've gotta find a way to convince your mom that you can't move. This can't be. You just can't. And Arizona's way the helk far away from here. I mean, that's like a few states away. And that's a long ways. Seriously, you just can't move. We need you here, Cal. You're our best friend, and how the hell do you expect us to break the news to Lenny? She'll be crushed. And, and, and," Bridget started to cry too. "Come on, this, you, I don't know!" Ellen, this was very rare, started to cry. "I don't know, what the helk am I supposed to do? My mom's so in love with Jerryl, and she likes Sydney, and she thinks that I'm gonna be happy in Arizona. I started to cry on the phone, and she said that we would have a longer talk at home. But I don't know what to say. I hate this. I don't wanna move. I seriously don't want to. My mom has gotta be shitting me. I seriously hope she is. I don't wanna have to miss you guys, 'cause you guys are my best friends, and I will miss you guys if I move, and what am I going to do about my crush? How will I live my life not knowing? What will I do? How will I tell him? What if he likes me and then I have to--" "Whoa, whoa, what crush?" Bridget said. "Aaron Samuels. Yeah, I've really liked him since like fourth grade. I know that you guys think that I hate him and all, but, yeah, Aaron Samuels is my crush. But what if he likes me and I like him, and then I tell him, and he tells me, and then I have to move? What will I do? This is so heart breaking. I can't not tell him 'cause I have to know. I can't live life wondering what would've happened! And my mom, I'll hate it! She'll have ruined my life just for Jerryl. And he's not good looking! I thought me and my mom had the same taste in guys, but guess not, she likes Jerryl. Ewww... And living with him. In ARIZONA!!!!! No! NO NO NO NO NO NO!" "Sorry, Callie, but I can't say stop on this one. 'Cause I don't want you to stop. I don't want you to move. 'Cause me and Ell, and Lenny, we all love you." "And a summer without you? What'll that be like? I can't guess, and I don't wanna think about it. We gotta convince your mom to let you stay. Even if you live at my house or Bee's or Lenny's. Don't matter if it's just you and not your mom, but you can't leave." Just then, Margerie walked up and made a smart alec remark towards the crushed girls. "What happened? Did the poor Lenny get a black eye 'cause of tough little Margie? Awww... Poor Lenny." I'd finish the story but I really gotta go so ya.byebye

I sat on the sand looking out at the sea
Alone, there was no one to disturb me
No talking, not a single yell
Yet why I was alone, I don't wish to tell
So I'll sit here peacefully on the shore
I'll live here forever more
Pushing that memory out of my mind
I'm sure that if I thought about it I'd surely cry
And add water to that beautiful sea
But it deserves better than tears from me
So I'll sit here forever, trying not to think
Wishing deeply that I could just shrink
Smaller and smaller till I disappered
So I could get away from what happened here
Right under this beautiful sea
My parents and siblings reaching up to me
And I just stood there, looking down
Watching my whole family drown
Now I'm shedding tears to the sea
Wondering what will become of me
But now I realize: I have to move on
Along with the thought that my family's gone
So now I stand up, and leave with pride
Turning my back to the treacherous tide
My family may be gone to the sea
But theres a lot of life ahead of me
And it's valuable, like a precious jem
Even if it's a life without them

[align=center][size=9]Em, I dunno what to call it, but here goes. The 17 year old girl stood in the corner, watching her mother, her little sister, and the company for the night chitter on and on about something pointless. She was there only to make sure the company and her mother got whatever they asked for, like a drink, or a snack. She sincerely wanted to be in her room, reading one of the romances she loved so much. She always wondered if some guy like one of the heroic men in her books would ever rescue her, but her thoughts were interrupted by her mother. "Darla, would you mind gettin us more tea?" she asked. Yes, I do mind, she thought. "No, of course not." she answered. So she walked into the kitchen and made three glasses of her sweetened tea, and brought them back out to the waiting people. "Thank you." one of thewomen said, not really paying attention. "Oh, it's no problem!" She was quick to reply. Her mother waved her off to the corner again. So she wondered what it'd be like if she was out on her own. ------------------ Darla looked down at her book, tears falling down her face. After the guests left her mother yelled at her for being so rude, and looking so trashy. Her mother had picked out the dress for her. It was supposed to have looked wonderful with her stick straight, shoulder length, copper colored hair. She prayed that someone, anyone would save her from this life. Sheput her book on the shelf her dad built her, and she ran her finger down it. She missed him alot. He died when she turned 16. She took a thin book from it and got a pen, and sat back down on her bed. She propped it open in her lap and started writing. She was a songwriter. She loved the feel of writing things and singing them, she felt like she was doing something individual, something no one else could break, or hurt. She always memorized them, in case her mother went crazy and burned the book. But memorizing wasn't so hard, espeacially on something so precious. She put on a white tank-top, some old jeans that seemed to fit her perfect, a relatively new pair of shoes, and grabbed her bookbag. "See ya later, Mom. I'm heading to school." She said and walked out. Her best friend Trina was waiting for her on the sidewalk.She was smiling warmly over at Darla and waved for her to hurry up. "Hey, Treen" Darla smiled and waved at her. " Hey Girl!" She smiled showing all of her teeth. Both of them turned and started walking towards school silently. Both were so used to this, no one ever talked to them and they hardly ever talked to anyone, it's not that they didn't want to, it just didn't seem like anyone really cared about what they had to say. "So, how was the company last night?" Treen asked. "Don't ask. I think it was worse than last time" Darla rolled her eyes after saying this. "Oh. Did you finish that book I gave you yet?" "Nah, but it seems really good so far." She said it with a finality that signaled she didn't want to talk anymore. As they walked up to the school the jocks and cheerleaders pointed and laughed in there direction. "Do they have nothing better to do?" Treena asked as she rolled her eyes. "I guess not" Darla said as she flicked her middle finger at them. There was a sea of "Oh, I'm hurt now" and "Ooooooh's" and a jumble of other words, phrases and junk that Darla didn't feel like listening to. "Well done." Treena smiled and laughed at her. Darla just smiled and walked. She loved her best friend like a sister, her long brown hair went perfect with her chocolate eyes and tanned skin. She was almost flawless, except for her dorky interests. They had lockers side by side for three years, so they both walked to the same place at the same time. It seemed to make things alot easier. In some weird way. On the other side of Darla was a jock, Treena sorta liked him, but he didn't seem to notice either of them. He was to engrossed in his jock buddies, cheerleaders, and Lacrosse to really notice them, or anything else that really was important.So they thought, but he was really way deeper than that. His name was Shaun. He was a closet guitarist, and he was secretly in love with Darla. He couldn't get over her. He couldn't ask for advice from his friends either, they'd start poking fun at him as well as her and her dorky friend. He shut his locker and walked to homeroom, at least he'd see her there, and in first period, she was in both of them. In the middle of all this, he bumped into her they both walked in the door at the same time. "Oh, sorry."He tilted his head down a little to look at her. "I'm surprised you have manners" She smiled falsely and walked in to sit down. He was a bit surprised, but he figured he deserved it. ------------------------------- " Treen, are you sure we have to go?" Darla asked. Trina was going through her closet trying to find something for her to wear. They were going to a party, and she was worried about what people would say. "Yes, and I found the perfect outfit for you." She held out a black shirt, and a short hot pink, short-sleeved sweater, and a matching black mini skirt. "And because I love you so much, I'll even let you pcik out the shoes." "What a privilege, I'll never thank you enough, now wait out there so I can change." She pointed to the door. When she came out she was in the get up, complete with accesories and all. She turned around "How do I look?" Both her and Trina laughed."Mom, I'm going" And they walked out without a word more. ---------------------------------- They walked up the driveway, they could here the music already. It was pop-y music, and they could see people inside dancing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Everyone in there was clearly having a good time. Trina smiled, it was her first party. This was nothing new for Darla, once apon a time she was uber popular, everyone turned on her in eighth grade when Lila, the head cheerleader spread a vicious rumor about her. Since then, parties had changed, everyone was invited, more people = more action. Everyone loved watching crap happen, like fights between couples, that wasn't even the couple fighting it was the alcohol yelling, theyloved seeing girls being taken to satisfy horny, stupid boys in an empty room upstairs. Quite frankly, Darla hated parties, and wasn't so happy she was at one. "Oh, come on! It'll be fun, I promise." Trina said, when she looked over at Darla. " Whatever you said.." She sighed, Trina looked at her, and then walked in. Everyone looked at her and went back to the party. Darla walked in behind her, but no one payed attention to her. But she didn't care. She stood near the door, a couple of guys from another school came to talk to her, but she kinda didn't care, she was a little bored. Sorta surprised too, espeacially when two of the jocks came to talk to her, they were from her school. "Yo, girl. Whas poppin?" This one's voice was slurred from all the alcohol he'd been drinking. Shaun was there too, he tried to look distracted, like he was just there to help his friend stay standing. "Why do you care?" she stared at him icily. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept going. "I was wondering if you wanted to hook up? Ya know, who could resist me? Girl, I'll be tha man of yo dreams..." Shaun looked at her then him, mortified, a little jealous even. Darla looked confused at both of them. "There is not enough alcohol in the world to make me want to 'hook up' with you. Puh-lease." She rolled her eyes and walked into the crowd so she could try to find Trina. That one tiny conversation was enough to make her want to leave. She couldn't find her, so she walked onto the porch to wait for her. Shaun was there. She didn't know if she wanted to be in the same place as him, but she stayed anyways. He was sitting on the steps, and she leaned on the rail. He didn't see her. So when he got up to go inside he was surprised. "Oh. Didn't see you..." She didn't realize she was staring. She couldn't help it, his prep style, dirty blonde hair looked cute on his slightly tanned skin. She couldn't help but stare. " I. um, sorry." She looked down. He walked up the stairs to stand beside her. " Look, sorry about my friend.." "What are you doing out here?" She couldn't help but ask. " I hate parties, weird huh?" He added the last bit because of the look she gave him. "Yea, weird." They didn't say anything for a few minutes. "look, I'm going home. See you on monday." " I'll walk you." He was surprised she would care to tell him. "Em, please don't" "Down the driveway?" She hesitated. "Sure...."How could she say no. It was just down the driveway anyways. So they both walked. "well, um bye." Then he leaned down and kissed her. "Bye" And just like that he ran up the driveway.[/size][/align]

Hello.
My name is Sarah.
I have two poems to submit in the contest.
Thank you.

God and Lies

Someone, up above us looks down
Controlling us like puppets
The strings is attached to our souls and bodies
Our minds has no clue what is going on

We eat sweets and deserts
Really swallowing crap
What we see is beautiful
Looking at fire buring down our houses

When we sing, we are angels
We sound like a choking elephant
We love a special someone
That special someone is a stranger

Celebrities walk on the red carpet
In reality, they walk on dead reporters
Who is the one controlling the human race?
The one who drew our face

Everything is a reverie
An illusion to our eyes
The one that controls us
Is God telling us lies

Trapped

Stuck in a coffin
Wrapped in a towel
Kidnapped by a kidnapper
Trapped by the hour
Locked myself in
No keys exist
Breathing in suffocation
No door, no window, no hole
Being trapped, there's no more directions
Nor nowhere to go
Listening to a motor mouth,
I can't hang up the phone!

ok here is two of them

IF I Knew


You Walk Lightly

You walked lightly into my life
captivating and lovely to my mind,
At first, i never cared who you were
Now I don't know who I am without you,
you kissed me
I felt my world change,
you held me
I heard my heart awaken,
you loved me
and my soul was born anew
you walked lightly into my life
Now my heart knows who you are
and with every breath
and every step
I take down lonely roads,
your hand is my staff
your voice is my guide
your stength my shelter
you're passion my awakening.
you walked lightly into my life,
And all my pain
you took as your own,
and all my fears
you cast into the sea,
all my doubt
lost in your eyes,
you walked lightly into my life
and no matter if you choose to stay or go
my life is forever changed,
just because you loved me
for a moment in time.
And because i choose
to love you
for the rest of mine

I hope i win^^

Alrighty, here's the first two chapters of a little thing I'm working on. [Keep in mind punctuation and grammar may not be perfecto] On a chilly October morning, Peter Hathaway prepared to go to work. But unlike most men, who ironed their suits, made their coffee and went over their reports, Peter scurried around his small apartment picking up sheets of paper with odd markings allover them. Poor Peter was dressed in a Michigan State sweater with a black overcoat on top and a scarf wrapped around his neck (the heater had been broken for over a year). As he continued to gather papersm, he sorted them into piles on top of large, various shaped black boxes. These boxes had been in the corner for as long as Peter could remember so they acted almost like a coffee table. Yet however long the boxes had been there Peter always accidentally ran into them. That is exactly what happened. Peter yelped and let out a few inaudible curses while doubling over to check his shin. But Peter never got to it. Instead, something at the other end of the room caught his eye. Peter stared at it for several seconds, then strode over. He sat down on the cold wooden bench in front of it. For awhile Peter just sat there and checked his watch. There was enough time for one song. "Fur Elise..." he said to himself. With that Peter placed his cold rigid fingers on the black and white keys. Within seconds there was no frigidness over the keys. Peter played the first few notes and by the ninth he was in another world. There was no sense of cold or drear or grayness that there was before. As he continued playing a story intertwined with his hands. But soon the final note faded into the cold silence of the apartment and the reality of Peter�s real world came slowly into view. He looked up from the keys and started to hate his life. He was living in an undistinguished part of town in a horrible apartment that didn�t even have heating. He was thirty seven and hadn�t accomplished any of his goals set in college. He wasn�t married anymore and certainly wasn�t seeing anyone. He had taken up a ruddy profession of fixing instruments after being fired from his last job because of his �quick temper�. Poor Peter was a failure in the eyes of many. But not today. Peter was starting a new job. A better job. He swiftly got up from the bench and started taking the black boxes that were actually instrument cases out to his truck. His truck was truly his only friend for the past months. The truck would never tell him he was a lousy husband, or that he had a bad temper, and the truck would never say Peter was terrible at his work. And that was why the truck held and would come to hold all of Peter�s secrets. Secrets that Peter told no one else. The kind of secrets that once told could make a person much more enjoyable to be around. So what did Peter care if his truck knew everything, it certainly wasn�t going to go around telling people. Peter lay all the instrument cases delicately in the bed of the truck. He rubbed his hands together and walked back to his little apartment. There he paper clipped all of the papers, which were music sheets, by song. He stacked them up ,one on top of the other, and brought them out to his truck where he left them on the passenger seat. Before shutting the door and moving to the driver side door, though, Peter buckled the seat belt on top. He laughed to himself as he shut the door and circled the truck to the driver�s door. Laughing was unbelievably hard for Peter. It wasn�t always like that though. When Peter was a kid he was the class clown and did the most outrageous things to get attention. Though he was popular he wasn�t an athletic popular kid. He would go to the pep rallies and Friday night games only to feel apart of his group of friends and make cracks and possibly talk to a girl he liked. Peter loathed the football players at his old high school because they were the absolute opposite of him. This was not Peter�s fault, though. It was his mother�s fault. She made him take piano lessons at three-years-old and by the time he was ten Peter had learned how to play almost every instrument. His father did not approve of this one bit. Peter�s dad always wanted him to be a baseball or football player. Because of Peter�s mother pushing him to be the next great musician/composer, his parents had another child for the sole purpose of letting his dad have an athletic son. Charlie. Charlie was four years younger and the football player type that Peter hated so. He was a strapping blond with hazel eyes and muscles that made all the girls drool. He had the same strong features as his father but the smile of his mother. With Charlie, you could actually tell that he was his parents child. Peter was always compared to his grandfather. He had the Roman nose and big, dark eyes and the brown curly hair. He hated everyone thinking he was a reincarnation of an old man. In high school he was always asked if he was Charlie Hathaway�s brother. Peter would always reply �No� and try to change the subject. The more popular Charlie became, the more Peter became reclusive until finally he stopped talking. He stopped laughing. By mid-Senior year poor Peter stopped going to any type of social event entirely. Not to football games, not to school dances or fundraisers, and never even to the orchestral performances he saw monthly. He only played in the school orchestra and went to play in concerts or recitals. One night after a football game, Charlie came home to see Peter creating chaos in his room. Charlie watched in awe and terror as he ripped up Charlie�s posters and homework. Peter was yelling and crying and punching the wall. When Peter caught site of Charlie he came running towards him and for a split second Charlie felt what Peter felt. Resentment. Humiliation. Sheer hatred. Peter stopped in front of Charlie. So close that their noses almost met. �I hate you. I wish you were dead! I wish you were never born!� Peter screamed. He pushed Charlie aside as he stormed off down the hallway to his room. That night Charlie couldn�t sleep through the sobs and the occasional angry notes coming from the piano in Peter�s room. Neither one forgot that night. When Peter pulled into H. R. Derrington Middle expected some small campus with portable classrooms. He was wrong. Henry Radcliff Derrington was a millionaire and donated his old farmland to the government for a tax break. When he found out that it was going to be turned into a school he decided to turn it into one of the finest schools by donating money. Tons and tons of money. While Peter was parking his truck he tried to take in everything. There was a huge sign in silver letters just above the doors that said �H. R. Derrington Middle School�. There were beautiful cheery blossom trees scattered around the front lawn which was a lovely shade of green. Peter was awestruck. He got out of his car, unbuckled the music sheets, and strode to the entry doors. The doors opened automatically. �Wow,� he said under his breath. He stopped at the beginning of the long hallway to soak up everything. The linoleum was light blue and the large lockers were royal blue with gold numbers. The lockers were grouped in sevens and between these groups were display cases containing different trophies for different sporting events. On either side of each case was a royal blue door with names on them. Peter walked slowly down the hallway, gazing at the different cases. The golden light emitted from them created a strange sense of tranquility. As Peter got farther down the hallway he paused at the emptiest case. The golden letters across the case said �BAND�. Inside was nothing but a small trophy that said �Third Place�, a few ribbons, and a picture of about fifteen kids standing in a row holding varied instruments. Peter shook his head. Fifteen kids? That barely made up a pep band. �Sad, huh?� asked a voice. Peter jumped looked behind him. A woman with golden hair and very fair skin was standing there. Tall, rather tall. She had an oval face and a warm smile. Her eyes were green and welcoming. Peter smiled. She reminded him of someone... �You must be Peter Hathaway? The new band conductor?� she asked. Peter nodded and suck out his hand. �That�s right. You are...?� The woman took his hand and shook while saying, �Lucy Harrison, I�m the Principal. The one that talked to you on the phone.� It clicked. Peter smiled. �I remember. So where do we begin?� Lucy walked down the hall without a word and Peter followed. They reached the end of the hallway which branched into two others. Lucy turned right and she looked over to see if Peter was catching up. To her surprise, he was right behind her. �This is a pretty big school.� Peter said as he kept looking around. �Oh you haven�t even seen the half of it.� she said without glancing over. They kept on walking, their footsteps padding like the rhythm of a drum. He took a step, there was a sound, and her footstep took over and created another sound. Finally, Lucy halted. Peter stopped abruptly. Lucy signaled him to stand next to her. Peter did so and then there was a sudden feeling of nervousness between the two. Peter shifted his weight until Lucy stared at him. �Sorry,� he said. Without another word, Lucy pushed open the door that had no name on it. Peter eyes widened to their extent. �Holy cow,� he muttered. Lucy watched him with a silent grin. Peter had never seen anything like it. A huge auditorium sat before him. The seats were lined up in large rows and there was the stage in all it�s glory. Peter walked slowly through the aisle, Lucy trailing after him. As he reached the stairs the blue chairs and music stands became visible. For some reason, Peter felt as if there was something jumping inside him. Peter rocketed up the stairs. He smiled broadly. Peter walked around the circular rows of chairs, sliding his hand along the back of each. Lucy stood at the bottom of the steps, watching him. He was basically a kid in a candy store. No, a kid at a candy factory. At the front of the rows was a baby grand piano. This made Peter go insane. He started clomping on it and trying different songs. It was perfectly in tune. Peter laughed and looked up from the piano to see Lucy looking at him strangely. �Sorry,� he said, �I�m just not used to this...� Lucy nodded like she knew what he was talking about. Like a rag doll simply doing what it was told. Peter sat on the bench a second, until he heard another voice coming from behind him. This time, when Peter looked back, a young woman was standing not directly behind but in the aisles of the auditorium. �Wow, you obviously haven�t been in Derrington before.� she said. Peter could barely make out her face but he could see her walking towards the steps. As she climbed the steps he squinted to see her. The lights suddenly became blinding to him. Within seconds she appeared next to the piano and Peter�s first instinct was to stand up. He did so just as Lucy said �Peter, this is Rose. She�s my sister and the assistant conductor.� He stuck his hand out, barely listening to Lucy. She took his hand and shook it. Just when Peter looked into Rose�s face the first thing he noticed was her bright blue eyes. They seemed to jump out compared to her tawny skin. But his eyes flickered to the big purple bruise near her chin. Rose saw his eyes move and quickly released her grip from his. Her hands flew to her bruise and shielded them. �Um, I play softball and well, I didn�t exactly catch the ball...� she said shyly. Peter nodded. Great, he thought, another jock. He stood in an awkward way for a second and then seemed to take in what Lucy said just before. �Wait, she�s my assistant conductor? I don�t need one. No one told me about this.� Rose stepped back in shock, towards her sister. Suddenly, Peter realized they were really sisters. Rose was a head shorter than Lucy and had raven hair and tawny skin. Yet they both had oval faces, bright eyes, though different colors, and warm smiles. Those warm smiles were currently fading, though. �Well, I�ve been here for three years now...� Rose said meekly. �Why? Why would someone need an assistant?� Rose was pissed off and did not hide. She bit her bottom lip and glanced at Lucy before glaring daggers at Peter. �Mr. Hathaway,� Lucy said with a loud tone of exasperation, �all she does is make sure everything's correct.� Rose nodded. �I�m not a bimbo who just sits and looks pretty and I�m not someone who tries to take over. So just chill!� Peter was just about to blow. But he calmed down. For some reason he just stopped. �I�m sorry,� he said. He meant it, too. Rose looked at him with her now eerie blue eyes and said, �I don�t care.� Lucy nodded like the whole meeting went perfectly, trying to convince herself of it. �Alright, the kids will be arriving soon, just hang tight.� She gave the thumbs up as she walked down the steps. Her foot steps were clear and echoing when she left. Loud and reverberating. Rose walked slowly around the chairs and hummed a little song to herself. Peter was intrigued. He wanted to know more about her, yet was afraid to ask. �So, I guess you know these kids well.� �Most of them, yes.� �Are they... aware of manners?� �No,� she said simply. �Great...� he sighed. Rose walked over to the piano and looked at the song sheets sprawled on it. �I�ve never heard of these,� she said as she shuffled them. �That�s because I wrote them,� he said coolly. Rose stared up at him. �Right...,� she said. �I�m not kidding you!� he laughed. Rose arched an eyebrow. All of a sudden the door to the auditorium slammed open and three laughing girls skipped in. They were yelling something about winning or cheating as they set their backpack at the bottom of the stairs. �Hey girls!� Rose said as she met them at the stairs. �Hello!� they cooed back. �This is the new guy,� Rose told them quietly. The girls glanced over and openly laughed. Rose led them over to Peter and introduced them. �This is Jo, Kayla, and Massey,� Rose said pointing to first the blond, then the freckled girl, and last the brunette. �Hi,� Peter waved a quick wave and smiled. They giggled and said �Hi,� back. As soon as there was silence they started cracking up and yelling and skipping all over again. Soon, more kids came until there were about fifteen kids. They all took there places at the erect chairs. No instruments in site. �You guys are the band?� he asked, very aware that this was not going to be a very pleasant first meeting. Rose saw the displeasure on his face and took a seat next to one of the girls, a wide smirk on her face. Peter walked around the piano and stood at the front, all of the faces staring directly at him. Intimidating. Peter intertwined his fingers and stared at them. �I am Mr. Hathaway. I�m your band conductor, director, whatever you want to call it.� Peter stopped, adjusted his stance, and moved on. �I see that while your school is very financed, the music program was overlooked. Is this why there are only fifteen of you?� A boy with braces, glasses, and a rather creepy grin raised his hand and said, �Yes, but it�s also because we suck.� Peter was, in fact, blown away by this statement. He looked around the room. �Do you guys really think that? Do you think you...suck?� There was a lore of the kids nodding and telling their neighbor their opinion. Rose nodded curtly. Peter was blown away. How could you think this of yourself? He needed to put a stop to it. �Well, you know what? You aren�t going to suck... I, I�m going to make this one of the best bands. By the end of the year, we could possibly have a marching band. Or an orchestra...Which ever you seem to gravitate to.� The kids went dead silent. �How do you plan on doing this?� Rose asked, a hint of real question in her voice. Peter looked to her and said, �Well, first we need more people. Fifteen isn�t even close to a band.� Then he looked to the kids, �Do you know anyone who would be interested in joining?� A few kids nodded. A few kids shook their heads. �Well,� said Peter, �We need to start recruiting. Tell your friends. Anything will help.� The kids nodded. �Well, we also need more equipment... Uh, how many of you already have an instrument?� Few hands went up. Peter shook his head in true disgust. �Does the school supply instruments for rent?� Peter asked Rose quietly. Rose shook her head. �Well, I have a few I could let them use...� At the end of the meeting Peter had established that there were thirteen band members. Five flutes, three trumpets, three clarinets, one oboe, one saxophones. That was definitely not a good mix. He also set the dates of the rehearsal. Since it was Friday and every other day the drama club had morning meetings, they would have Monday, Wednesday, and Friday rehearsal. As the kids were leaving Rose stood up and said, �Nice first impression, man.� and walked off. Peter didn�t get it. Why she did not like him, Peter knew not. Rose stalked off towards the door, trailing behind the kids. Peter watched her a while. She was so strange. Peter thought she was... interesting. As Peter was gathering up his music sheets and a list of the kids name, Lucy�s voice sounded off. �You are welcomed in the staff room for breakfast; if you didn't have any.� Peter looked up and smiled. She was standing next to him and gesturing toward a royal blue door with the gold words �Staff Lounge� across it . He had no idea how she got there without him hearing and how he could have missed that door. �I�d loved to, but I have some errands to run.� Lucy nodded. �Alright, but you have to have breakfast next time.. The continental is divine.� Peter laughed. �Are you serious?� �Yes, she is,� came a strange, rather cold voice. A man, about early forties but much more handsome than Peter, in his opinion, came walking up the steps. He walked towards Lucy and put his arms around her waist. Lucy rolled her eyes and said, �Jon, not now.� This Jon, whoever he was, took his hands away. �Sorry, Luc,� he said with a half smirk on his face. �Peter,� Lucy said, obviously exasperated, �this is Jon. He�s Assistant Principal.� Jon stuck out his hand and Peter took it warmly. �Hi, Jon,� he said through a smile. Jon nodded and then turned to Lucy. �Luc, I�ll see you later. Peter, nice to meet you.� Jon saluted with two fingers and strode off. Lucy looked on as he walked away. When the door closed behind him, she said to Peter, �Well, I�ll see you to the parking lot.� Peter was in his car and driving like a maniac. He sped through three blocks in about twenty seconds until he came to a stop at a large, elegant apartment complex. He parallel-parked and hopped out of the truck at high speed. As he took the stoop steps two at a time he saw a girl about fifteen, black hair, gray eyes, and a beat up Beatles shirt. He smiled when he saw her and gave her a hug. �Nice shirt. You�re mother let you wear that in public, Sandy?� He held her shoulders out to look at her. �Yep,� said the girl, �but only if I wear this too.� She pointed to the khaki pleated skirt. �She�s too uptight,� he breathed, just as the door to the complex opened. A woman with a prim expression and feminine pink business suit briskly stepped out. �You�re twenty minutes late, Peter.� she said seriously. She looked him square in the eye and shook her head. �I have to go.� She walked down the steps and to the silver Lexus parked in front of Peter�s. For a second, she stopped and glanced at her bumper, checking to see if Peter bumped it. Nothing. She opened the driver�s door and looked up at the two. �Peter, my daughter had better be perfectly fine when I get back.� Peter raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. �Jules, she is my daughter too, and of course she�ll be fine... maybe.� he ended with a chuckle. Sandy laughed and smiled at her mother, �I�ll be fine, Mom.� she said. Jules shook her head and rolled her eyes as she got in and left. For a few seconds, Sandy and Peter stood there, laughing to themselves. �Let�s go,� Peter said pointing to the truck. Sandy stared at the truck as they were getting in. �When are you getting a new car?� she asked as they settled down and Peter started the engine. �When this one will not move or when I die, whichever comes first.� �Right,� said Sandy. Peter and Jules were inseparable when they first met. Jules was a flower to Peter. She was perfect and carefree. He couldn�t live without her. Peter proposed to her when he was twenty-one. By twenty-two they were happily married and had a baby girl named Sandy. Peter had a job in an orchestra at the local performing arts center. Jules stayed at home to raise their baby daughter. But as soon as marital bliss came, it disappeared. Sandy was five now, she went to school during the day which left Jules with nothing to do. �Peter, I�m going to get a job,� she told him one night as they were eating. Peter nodded. �Alright. What are you going to do?� �I don�t know,� she said. But she did know. Jules started her dream job, a magazine editor. She spent all day working on this magazine, week days and weekends. There was no time to help Peter or Sandy. They were left to fend for themselves. Peter had to bring little Sandy with him to drop her off at school. When he came back from rehearsal he had to pick her up. He had to cook dinner and help Sandy do her homework. Jules wouldn�t come home until Sandy and Peter were fast asleep. Peter knew that this as what Jules wanted and needed. A steady paying job that left her feeling assured her future was planned. Peter understood that she missed his birthday while his daughter threw him a tea party. But Peter did not understand her missing their anniversary or their daughter�s birthday. And so Peter waited for Jules to come home one night. �Peter, why are you up?� she asked as she closed the front door behind her. �Why are you always at work,� he asked solemnly. Jules was confused. She glanced around and then said, �I don�t know what you mean.� �Yes you do... Jules, I love you. I hope you love me too.� �Oh, Peter, I do. With all my heart.� she said, with no passion are depth to her statement. �Really, Jules? Then why did you miss our anniversary?� he asked, his voice steadily rising. �Peter, I didn�t...� �No, you did know, Jules. Do you love our daughter, Jules? Because you missed her birthday as well as mine! Do you know that Sandy barely knows what you look like. She never even mentions you now. You are a stranger to her!� he said, his temper flying. �Peter, you shouldn�t be yelling at me! You should be happy! Do you know how much money I�ve made in the past month?� she asked hysterically. �Oh, okay. So that�s how it is Jules. It�s about money now. When I met you, all you cared about was life. About how you lived it. I guess we�ve changed, Jules.� �Well we have!� she yelled. �I cannot believe you!� he shouted back. They were into it now. She was crying and shouting as well as he. Until there came a noise, �Daddy, what are you doing?� Sandy was standing in the doorway. She was rubbing her eyes and yawning, carrying a small floppy rabbit in her hand. The pair turned and looked at her. Peter glanced at Jules, then back to Sandy. He walked over to her and picked her up. �I'm sorry, sweetheart. Mommy and daddy are having a talk right now.� �No you�re not. You�re yelling.� Peter nodded slowly. �You�re right, sweetheart.� He turned to Jules, still holding Sandy. �I'm leaving and Sandy is coming with me.� he said. Jules shook her head vigorously. �No, I�m getting her. I�ll get her back. I will!� she screamed. Peter stepped out the door and into the cold night and left. When they arrived at Peter�s apartment, Sandy was talking on her cell phone. �Are you kidding me? Oh my God, what a loser. Seriously? Totally! Eeewwww!� she rambled. Peter took the keys out of the ignition and let himself as Sandy was. She kept gabbing and gabbing as they entered the small stairway. �Oh totally! Yeah... Yeah! No way...? That sucks. Maybe. No! Swear you won�t tell?� Sandy�s voice echoed off the walls. Peter stared at her with dissatisfaction as they climbed the stairs to number twelve, Peter�s apartment. �Yeah, okay. I gotta go now. Yeah, I�m at my dad�s place. No... I�ll ask. He�s gonna say no, though. Whatever. See ya!� she finished her conversation as Peter unlocked the door and opened. Sandy closed her phone and looked up. She was astounded. It seemed the place was brand new. �Dad, what did you do? Where are the instruments?� she asked, astonished. �There at my new job.� �Ew, that preppy middle school?� �I think so...� �Why did you leave them there? I�m sure they have enough money to supply Michigan State band, like, twice.� she said while surveying the empty spot where the instruments once lay. Peter stood next to her and stared too. �They don�t, actually. They fund everything except music.� Peter stated sadly. �Are you serious?� Sandy asked, looking at him with her mother�s cold gray eyes. Peter nodded slowly. �How sad....� she muttered. sweat

Demons and Love
by, iceskater_1525

There is a great thud as a demon falls forward and hits the ground. A very sharp knife sticks out of his throat. The young man who put it there stands up and stares at two more demons rushing at him. This young man wears a black ninja suit with the mask currently pulled up. A rapier is at his left side. A Kasai Whip Chain is at his right side. There are throwing knives running all the way down to his boots on both legs. On his back he has three swords. Two dragon katanas laying across each other, with the third sword hanging straight down his back. This sword was a gigantic sword. I was about 7 feet long and 3 feet wide.

As the demons rush at him he gets in a fighting stance. When they get close enough he throws a punch that nails the first one in the head and then a kick which hits the other in the heart. Both demons fall down dead. Each with a knife sticking out on the specific spot he was hit.

When the villagers come out of their hiding places they run at him and try to kill him. The young man then runs away and into the forest where he had planned to stay for the rest of the night anyway. He was used to people hating him by now. He however didn't quite understand why they hated him though.

The young man then turns away. "Well thank you for the heads up about the warrior trying to kill humans. I will look out for him." He then runs off. While he's running he looks up at the sky and see that it is dark. So he tries to look for a nice quiet place to meditate. He wonders who the person is that hates both demons and humans.

As the young man stayed hidden in the forest he heard comotion back in the town...........he was wondering "Are they still looking for me?" So the young man got up and started walking back by the town running from the direction of the town was a young girl............she ran right into him and knocked him down......"Oh i am so sorry are you okay?" the young girl asked as she helped the young man up. "Yes, thank you. So why are you running away from the town?" asked the young man. "There seemed to be demons still lurking the town.......the towns people said a young warrior killed some but he tried to kill us" The young man looked at the young girl.....she had short hair and a long warrior's braide.........she had two swords crossed on her back, she had two guns on her left and right leg and she had a bracelet spear on each arm..........."Oh, sorry I forgot to tell you i am a warrior my name is Yuna." Meanwhile the young man has found a spot to settle down for the night. He sits down and begins to meditate. As he meditates he thinks of his master and how great he was. "Someday my master I will be as great as you." he thinks. After awhile he takes off his mask revealing his black hair and his yellow eyes. He then goes back to meditating still thinking about his master. "I wonder how come people didn't hate my master. They hate me and I was just saving them. I wonder how my master got people to warm up to him. After awhile he stops thinking about his master and just meditates clearing his mind. He continues til morning. Then he gets up and heads for the next town insearch of more demons to kill. "Hmm, i wonder what that young mans name is" said Yuna to herself as she walked away. Yuna looked up to the sky and saw that it was going to rain so she put her swords in their cases and kept on walking. The rain fell down hard......so Yuna decided to find a spot to sleep for the night. Yuna looked around and she found a tree with a hollow inside. As Yuna started to fall asleep she felt something brush against her. "AHHHH!" screamed Yuna. She pulled out her guns and turned around. there sitting behind her was a demon. Yuna ran out of the tree, the demon followed her. Yuna turned around and shot at the demon. The demon dropped dead.

The young man walks into a bar. When he gets in he is surprised to see that it is full of demonslayers. He is happy because now he can get all the hottest rumors of demon activity. Strifer Blader walks over and sees the girl. He recognizes her as the girl who he saw yesterday. He then makes all the rest of the slayers stand back first. Then he puts his hand gently over her wound and slowly let healing energy flow into her wound and through her body as well. Yuna is tired but is not able to sleep it is morning and she is now found herself in a town. Yuna puts a cloak on so nobody can see she is a warrior. "I wonder what that boy is doing now......" Yuna said to herself. She keeps walking alert for demons when she runs into a person wrapped in a black cloak. Yuna looks at the person in the cloak suspically surprise the person in the cloak was a man he looked at Yuna. Yuna swore she saw a demon in his eyes but she wasn't sure. Strifer Blader then sees that her leg is broken and he puts his hand over it and tries to heal it as well. He isn't too happy that he is helping this girl out. He wants to kill demons and this is just slowing it down, but his master said that he should help those in need as well. So he continues trying to heal her. Yuna woke up to find herself in the arms of the young man......."I am confused.........I don't know what happened or where I am......." Yuna said. Yuna got up but fell right back down. A man walked up to her, he tried to help her up but Yuna screamed in pain.......... Someone from the bar yelled "She might have broke her leg". So two men including the young man rushed to find a hostpital........ After the girl left Strifer Blader sat down back at the bar. However he didn't have time to enjoy the drink for he sensed a really power demon near. So he got up and ran out of the village. He soon came across the demon chasing the same girl he just healed. He didn't want to be noticed so he got up in the trees and followed while hoping through the trees. Yuna gets up she is able to walk and run but with a slight limp...... She is upset she is alone on her demon slaying life......... Yuna looks at the young man and walks out..... "Man i really wish I new that young man's name i really like him.....I would like to be demon slayer partners with him but........never mind" Yuna said to herself.

As Yuna walked back into the forest something came up behind her she pulled out her swords and behind her was the demon master of the demons........Yuna pulled out her guns too and started shooting. But the demon didn't die so Yuna ran but the demon followed........ When he gets close enough Strifer Blader stops and sits on a branch watching the battle closely. He doesn't want to interfere in honorable combat. He looks around every once in awhile to make sure that none of the demons minions try to come to his aid. As Yuna was running she turned around to shoot her gun when she saw someone running between trees she turns her attention to the person in the trees forgetting about the demon.....the demon got a inch close to her and Yuna turned around and shot the demon in the heart....then she stabbed him in the chest. Strifer Blader jumps through the trees heading for the next village wondering if he would find another bar with demonslayers in the next town. He continues jumping through the trees til night fall then he sits down in the middle of the forest and meditates. Yuna stabbed her sword in the demon again and killed the demon....... Yuna walked by all the trees to see if it was a demon or just a person she didn't see anything. Yuna walks away tying a long ribbon all the way around her braide. Yuna walks through the forest in search for a town when she hears breathing behind her she turns around and there was that blacked cloak man again this time he talked to Yuna he said "In grave danger are you" And he dissapeared. Yuna had her guns ready after that. Strifer Blader continues to meditate. Everyonce in a while he thinks of his master, but other than that he sits and meditates waiting til morning. Ever since Yuna heard the news she has been armed and ready for danger. She has also been thinking about that young man still not knowing his name. Yuna paces back and fourth sadly and worried and also wondering if she will ever see the young man again. The next day Strifer Blader continues on to the next village. He then enters the bar and he realizes that what he thought is correct. This area was demonslayer country, so demonslayers will be all around. So he sits down, orders a drink and listens in on the latest rumors.

Yuna walks around limping and hurt. She walks into a town and sees a bar. She heads for it when the blacked cloak man appears he said "In grave danger r u demonslayers" and dissapeared. Yuna realizes this is DemonSlayer Country. She runs into the bar and yelled "WE ALL ARE IN GRAVE DANGER..............THE GREATEST DEMONS ARE AFTER US." All the demonslayers got up with their weapons armed and headed for the door. Yuna saw the young man and stopped him. She said to him "Young Man, I have seen you througout my journey and I would like to tell u....I um well i like u. I am falling in love with you" Strifer Blader looks at her strangely not exactly understanding what she meant by love. "What is this love you speak of, I do not understand. I have never heard that word before. Besides right now we have greater worries like the survival of us demonslayers." He gets ready to go out and find out what to do about the demons after everyone, but then he stops. He is quite curious about what the woman said. He had never heard the word love before and there for didn't know the significance of it. So he goes back to her. " What is love?" "Love is when your heart goes out for someone you like. Love is a feeling for another person. Love well it means I like you more then just a friend. I love you. I would also like to know your name. I am a demon slayer and a warrior. I don't know if you remember my name though." asked Yuna. "I see" he says still not quite understanding but he did feel something different about the girl. He didn't exactly know what. "Could it be this love she talks about." He wouldn't let it bother him about it right now. He had to focus on the problem at hand. If all the demonslayers die the demons would win and his master wouldn't be proud of him. However he felt he should also tell her his name. The name that was given to him by all those who saw his talents. " I am known as Strifer Blader." However he kept his real name to him self. His master, his step brother and step sister were the only ones who ever called him by Quintall Wyndon the second. Paragon gave Strifer Blader Paragon's human name. He remembers what his master said when he named him. "I see a little bit of me in you. You remind me of myself before I found out I was half angel." Paragon had said to the then young Strifer Blader. Strifer Blader, after telling Yuna his name, turns and heads for the door getting ready to face whatever danger faced him and his comrades. He wondered what the problem was and what demons were crazy enough to come after the demonslayers.

Yuna followed Strifer out the door she pulled out her guns. Then came a giant demon from the under world. Yuna turned to Strifer and said "If i die remeber that i will always love you." Yuna turned back around and started shooting at the demon. All the other demon slayers attacked too. Strifer Blader however doesn't attack the demon right away. He is puzzled by the recent increase in the demon population and decides to contact his master so he stands there and his mind goes blank. His mind is now in a domain where time goes faster than it does in the real world. So he will have time to talk to Paragon and get back fast enough before the demon has time to do any damage. In a matter of seconds Paragon stands infront of him. "Quintall, you wish to speak to me." "Yes my father. I am puzzled by what is going on. The demons they seem to have increased in number. Some are even stronger than before." Paragon looks at him nodding his head. Then he says, "Yes they have there is a new evil and it has to be stopped before Corona is over run with demons. I know this is a bit much to hand Quintall but I know you can handle it." Then Paragon disappears and Strifer Blader comes back to the real world. The demon knocks Yuna down. Her guns drop and she hits the ground hard. Nobody stops to see what happend. Yuna lay on the ground unconsious. Yuna falls into a deep unconsiousness Strifer Blader sees that Yuna is down and a huge rage comes over him. He doesn't exactly know why all he knows is that he hates the demon for hurting her. He then takes the gigantic sword off of his back. As he does it starts to crackle with energy. He lifts the sword above his head, hate in his eyes. Then he brings it down sending a massive wave of white heavenly light a the demon. The demon falls to the ground dead. In that instant Yuna snaps back to life. She picks up her guns. Just then she had a vision that more demons were coming from the underworld. Yuna yelled out "MORE DEMONS ARE COMING" Then she turned to Strifer and said "Each time I look at you i fall more in love with you." When she turned back around 50 more demons came up from the ground. Yuna started shooting at them" Strifer Blader then puts the huge sword back on his back. Then he gets into a fighting stance. When the demons rush at him he starts to punch and kick at them, blades coming out of his sleeves and boots. Demons go down as they are stabbed by the blades. While he is fighting he tries to figure out what love is and if what he feels for her is love.

Yuna puts her guns away and she pulled out her 2 swords. As she slashed away at the demons she wondered if Strifer had a feeling for her or if he still doesn't know what love is......... Yuna turned next to her and looked at Strifer and smiled and turned to him and turned back to the demons and smiled. Strifer Blader soon gets caught up in killing demons. He takes out the Kasai Whip Chain on his right side and swings it around killing many demons at one time. However he can stop thinking of Yuna and this feeling he has. He doesn't quite understand what this feeling is or what love is. This continues to plague him through out the battle. Yuna keeps fighting the demons and she can't stop thinking about Strifer. She put her swords away and she armed her arm spears and she started slashing the demons.......when the last one was killed she turned to Strifer and said. "I can't help my self anymore. My heart is all yours. Everytime I fight I think about you. Everytime I breath I think about you. I just love you" Strifer Blader soon gets caught up in killing demons. He takes out the Kasai Whip Chain on his right side and swings it around killing many demons at one time. However he can stop thinking of Yuna and this feeling he has. He doesn't quite understand what this feeling is or what love is. This continues to plague him through out the battle. Yuna keeps fighting the demons and she can't stop thinking about Strifer. She put her swords away and she armed her arm spears and she started slashing the demons.......when the last one was killed she turned to Strifer and said. "I can't help my self anymore. My heart is all yours. Everytime I fight I think about you. Everytime I breath I think about you. I just love you" Strifer Blader puts away his Kasai Whip Chain. Then he turns to her. "I do not quite understand all this so forgive me if I don't know what you mean or don't have any idea what I'm feeling. All I know is that I feel differently about you than I have felt with anybody else." He hopes that he didn't offend her in anyway seeing as how he doesn't fully understand what is going. He doesn't seem to understand how she would know that so he decides to tread very lightly on the subject. " How could you be so sure, I don't even know what love is. I never have had this kind of thing happen before. I don't even know what people in love do." He then turns away and looks up at the sky. "You have a feeling about me in a diferent way about me then you have done for everyone else? Well do you know what Strifer........that feeling is love." said Yuna "Strifer..........sure you have never had this kind a feeling because you are a demonslayer. Not many demon slayers have this feeling of love...... but even though I am a demonslayer i am also a warrior and warriors get these feelings. People in love like to be with each other they like to work with eachother, they also sometimes get married which is when you love each other for the rest of their lives. I love you and i can't help that" A feeling all of a sudden comes over Strifer Blader. He grabs the girl and his starts to kiss her right on the lips. He doesn't know what he is doing all he knows is that something in his very small heart told him to do it. When they were done kissing Yuna said "Strifer.........that was love. So do you love me? I would love to be with you my rest of my life if you want to be with me." He looks deep into her eyes and then says, "Yes I love you and yes I want to be with you." He then kisses her again. Yuna whispered to herself "YES".............. A few weeks later the 2 demonslayers got married...... They are partners in demon slaying.......... Strifer Blader was happy to be married to the lovely Yuna. His master Paragon attended the wedding and so did his step siblings. He cared for Yuna very much and made a vow to himself to not let anything happen to her. Yuna was happy to finally marry the man she has loved. She made a vow to always love and take care of Strifer..... So one day on Strifer and Yuna's honeymoon, Yuna had a vision of demons attacking their homeland........Yuna told Strifer her vision and they headed back. Strifer Blader is happy to be back into action after few days off duty. He can't wait to kill more demons. When they got back home Yuna got her weapons on and headed out.... Strifer Blader always carried his weapons with him so he went on ahead to scout out the situation. He sees an army of demons mobilizing in the south. Their general seems very strange. He wore the armor of a demon prince. "That makes no since they were killed a year ago." "Strifer didn't all the demon prince's get killed?" asked Yuna. Yuna looked at the general confused but she pulled out her guns and when the demon general saw her pulling out her guns he took out a gun and shot at her. The general takes out his staff and easily knocks the bullet aside. Strifer Blader looks at the general carefully the general looked very very familiar. "He looks very familiar like I've seen him somewear before." Yuna is still on the ground unconsious. The General looks at Strifer Blader. "Well if it isn't Quintall Wyndon the second." Strifer Blader looks at the general then realizes who it is. "Matthew? Wait aren't you the son of Paragon's third wife Kelly. You born before they got married and you died?" Matthew laughs. "Well when I died I got sent down to Grandpa Satan and he taught me to hate everything that was good." Yuna still is unconsious Strifer goes over to see if she is ok. Yuna is still unconsious. Yuna suddenly snaps back to life. He takes her into town and checks them into an inn for the night. When they get to the Inn Yuna wakes up. "I had a dream. One demon Is still left............." To Be Continued.

Mom
I wish you were here
i miss you badly
you didnt drink beer
or harm one deer
god how i wish
you were near
cause i can hear
you just barely
so come back
you were my life
now im alone
sitting here
sounding like a drone
everyday i go home
i sit in my room alone
wishing you were here
to comfort me
truly you wouldn't be
dead and gone
waiting in line
till the end of time

This is only one...of my poems...Go here...WWW.POETRY.COM
and search first name TRISTAH...

I suppose I post my sonnet here? heart


Friendship

Oh, friends are close to you at times for need,
And during times that parents cannot help.
Acquaintance always growing like a seed,
But trust will never waver like the kelp.

A pal, a friend, all whom we know to trust.
A smile, a laugh, all brought by faithful friends.
Without a comrade your life would be dust,
For true companions try to make amends.

A life without a buddy fails for sure.
An individual craves for extra gold,
All friendly sides defeated with no cure.
A problem close to that spreads like a cold..

As friends do this, repayment must be made,
So treat a friend in veins of costly jade.

Here's my other poem:

My head was bowed.
Tears ran down my face.
My hero laid motionless in front of me.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to shout.
But I just couldn't.
I remained rooted to where I was,
Staring at the floor,
Hating myself for who I am.

My hero was dead.
My hero was my father.

NOTE If you DARE steal this, you will die a SLOW PAINFUL DEATH. It is a poem. Okays... Will I return to my own home, the one place I know least, with golden walls and silver floors and banquets, grand old feasts. The grey sun is now setting in the sky of misty black, it really makes me wonder weather I will soon go back. It now seems like a lifetime, wondering why am I here, losing track of all the hours, days and time and years. The white moon is now rising covered by sad, strange looking trees, their solemn grey reflection carries twisted looking leaves. Where am I going and where am I now, everything is slower, when did I get here, how? The strange new greyish darkness brings the evil creatures here, slowly lurking in the ground or in the bushes near. I see the sky lighting up, yes, it?s almost time, I can hear sweet new music, like a small wind chime. But this soft tune is not man made, nor will it ever be, it is the song of the dragon, the dragon flying past me. Will this happen every night? Will the dragon keep it?s endless flight? Has it seen the distant light no man has ever seen? To tell the tale is a task only one has completed yet, a distant light you can?t see up close without meeting your doom, I bet. The light at the edge of the world, closest to the sun, a flaming ball of fire burns giving warmth to everyone. But if a creature, flesh and bone, were to venture out too far, they will see the light of day, it will be day to them forever more. What was once day has turned to night and so I start my endless flight, across the world so black and grey I begin to turn away. Across the deadened darkest world my wings have yet again uncurled and then I see what I had not, a light so bright with an endless plot to spread the warmth we can?t make ourselves, the warmth we can not place on shelves. The light had never been so close, so warm, never has it impressed me most. I think I?ll stay away from darkness, until the warmth does flee, and maybe then I?ll return home, to my old home with glee. I fly closer to the fire, closer then I?ve been before, I close my eyes for a second, a second is all it takes for me to make my big mistake. Then I saw it burning, burning bright, far to bright it seemed, for even though I loved it, it was too much light to see. There and then I realise, no, it couldn?t be, the darkness was not to come back, the light would always be. Never to return again the darkness stayed away, and I was to be blinded by light soon that very day. I saw it coming closer, a fiery ball of heat, and then it hit me, I left the world, I admitted my defeat. The fire will not stop burning, and I can?t bring it to a halt with all my desperate yearning, is it all my fault? Everything has left me now, everything I saw, will anything stop it? This has not happened before? This poem was made using two perspectives, a lost man and a dragon.

ok, the following is a link to my xanga page. On this page you will find my massivly long escaflowne fanfic. Its the best i ever worte and im linking it becuse I'm laze and dont feel like spending the next halfhour transfering it over. [plus when i keep reloading both pages it freezes my computer.]

SO...GO read. and feel the power of ESCAFLOWNE!

My Xanga <-----THIS IS A LINK!

LIFE is great but can be a pain in the butt. But when you got friends they make it easier to go on. Dreamy aka paper is nice and you and tell her anything and she will listen to you. D_GIRL you the bomb icon_blaugh.gif icon_blaugh.gif j/k you are just like dreamy and you is very cool and talks a lot of since into me icon_xd.gif .Atiko....hmmm i got nothing.J/K you are a great friend and is a great joker.
The lasts person is jesus_Freak nothing too. moving on....ok ok if I must he is a ok skater and a friend and watches out for others. Life is nothing to toy with. you are not here to just play the game. MAKE YOUR LIFE
COUNT. The Last thing i have to say is don't spend you life alone go and find the special someone or good out and makes some friends but don't spend it alone. Be alone sucks very bad and it a feeling that can be avoided. so have fun with you life but don't waste it,because this is the only on you. God put you on this earth for a reason and it is your job to complete that mission or reason. If you don't having any friends God is always there for you. So lean on him when you need help. Seek him for answer because he is the key to this world and he is willing to help you and me out to pass the test called life. So in the end life equal feelings/God and also life is not pointless. so if you are thinking about suicide put the gun,razor,glass shard or wire down and think of the great things you can do. you may cure for cancer or help million of people all of the world in a special way. so keep living when the chips are down and keep fight when the odd are against you. so don't give up

Spirits.
(poem by yours truly)
Spirits brave
Spirits fear
Spirits feel
Spirits hear
Spirits are nice
Spirits are cruel
Spirits are refined....
Spirits drool.

Spirits love
Spirits cry
Spirits live
Spirits die
Spirits hate
Spirits fight....
and some Spirits were born to write.

My Poem...!?:
There once was a bunny named Fred

Fred was lying in his bed,

When a fly came to the door

And asked for a s'more,

Just on more,

Another s'more

How bout' some more

You know another s'more

Until he filled Freds' door,

Then asked for one more

Until Boom

...

No more Door!

Bled To Life

This vampire living inside me
This blood dripping from my heart
Have you noticed?
The red tears flowing out
No, I won't be here, I will be here
Abandon me and always shout:
"It's your fault dear, you're not here"
When the only reason I'm not there
Is you left me out in the pouring rain

As the blood drips down
And I'm bled to life
My soul returning to hell
As my spirit rests in the ice of your eyes
The ice of your heart
And when I see you again
We're miles apart

Baby you don't see...
I can't be here, now please...
In this hatred there's no healing
In this burning there's a fire
Melt away from me again
Have to see you happy with her
Have to know you really don't care

As the blood drips down
And I'm bled to death
My soul returning to hell on earth
As my spirit rests in the ice of your heart
The ice of your mind
And when I see you again
We're miles apart

So I'll sit here with the scarlett streams
The rivers flooding in my bled soul that I can't share
I don't care, you don't care
It's over and I'll be under

Yeah I know you're leavin' me, the blood doesn't drip
This blood pours down I ain't gotta ship
This blood is the river and I'm swept away
Off my feet and it's over
I'm under

[size=9]OK, I play a LOT of D&D and for your not so intelegent people D&D = dungeons and Dragons. OK while I like to be a player more that a DM [person controlling game] I do have to on occasion. I like making my games overly complex and annoying [so people stop trying to make me DM]. Anyway I just finished my latest and probley gratest to date campaign so far. I even mad up some enteresting legend for my game. This is my favorite and I think I will submit it for the contest. Please dont steal it! -Tepid[/size] [i][b]In the not too distant past, a dwarf bounty hunter made a terrible mistake. While persuing a fleeing half-elf foe, he came upon a elven hamlet. he wrongly assumed it to be the home of the half-elf culprit. Nothing would satisfy him that this was not the case, and the elves were "hiding" his rightful prey from him. . In the dwarf's anger and lust for the reward money, he cruelly slew a woodsman -using the elf's own axe to cleave the widower in two. The elf's four children, who had been playing nearby, frooze in fear. Ignoring the greif-stricken children the ruthless dwarf turned once more into the woods. There he found old tracks made by the fleeing half-elf, nd the dwarf set off after his foe again. . Elves being elves, the children were taken in and nurtured as best the hamlet could. most were eventually fostered away to other villages, for the hamlet could not support children whoes provider had passed on. Dispite being seperated, the four children nursed a private longing for vengance in their hearts. Each trained diligently to understand the ways of the forest and of tracking, learning its subtile muances that they might avenge their father. . Fifty years passed after the death of their father before the young elves deemed they were ready. They reunited and swore a solemn oath not to rest until they found the slayer of their father. The for split off, each heading a direction of the compass. Burned in their minds was the image of the dwarf. Finally one of them found a lead and left word for her siblings to follow as soon as possible. . The dwarf had retired from bounty hunting to live alone in the mountains. The four elves swooped into his home, and stole him from his doze by the fire. None ever saw the dwarf again, but his house still stands, untuched. Hacked limbs are left on the doorstep every few years-- To date there have been seventeen arms and twelve legs. A ring of regeneration can work wonders in vengeance.[/b][/i] :idea: :arrow: [align=center][u]If you like my story PM me! I wanna know what you think![/u][/align]

I've got a couple, so I'm gonna put them in different posts...

Don't Speak

Don't speak
Embrace this moment
It'll never happen again.
Just listen to the silence
The beating of your heart
Thie whispers of the wind.

Why is it that we feel so bad for what our emotions tell us to do?
--There is still hope.

Where is your heart?
--The disillusioned man cannot
live with a doubt

Don't speak
Let me enjoy this moment
To know you're with me.

What do you see in your reflection--
There's something beyond it.

Haunting pasts
Attempts at love
Tell me, man, where is your soul?

Count on me
Even when the night is gone
And sunlight breaks through and you're no longer afraid.
Hold me tightly in your embrace

They sat down that day
Unusual
They discussed what was.
What might have been
And what they wanted
But you never get what you want
And the hero will drown...

Don't speak
Let me enjoy you
Even if it's for just a moment--
Even if it's just a dream--
Don't speak.

RUROKEN STORY--Very angst-y, very introspective. Hope you don't mind. ~*~ [u][b]Forever Hitokiri[/b][/u] summary: from Kenshin's point of view on his past as a hitokiri. overdone, but, oh well. I'm on an angst roll! KENSHIN'S POV! disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Wish I did though, wish I did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The past is something you can't change. How terribly I wish it wasn't so. There is no way to wash away the blood from these hands, yet I still try. I know there is no way to bury the sins that lie heavily upon my soul, but still I try. I stand in the rain, wishing it could wash the guilt from my soul, my being. But no matter how many times I stand in the rain, I still continue to feel the guilt, the sins, the blood of those I felled. And it burned. I try to ease it by helping others. And it helped. I would forget my problems for days, weeks at a time. But they always seem to come back. Sometimes, they would cut deeper than before, those memories. Why? I don't know, and I don't think I ever will. All I know is that there is no way to possibly to wash away the guilt, the cleanse my soul. Why did I choose this path of life? Why didn't I listen to Hiko-sensei? Was is possible that Jin-e was correct? Once a hitokiri, always a hitokiri? But hadn't I told him myself that what he said wasn't true? Was I lieing to myself...? To everyone? I don't know. I really don't know. Someone, tell me....Please. Is it true? I can never atone for my sins? Is everything I've ever believed in...a lie? A simple lie I created to hide the truth? No, it can't be. I would never lie. But then what was that silly little smile I had plastered upon my face? Sometimes it was true, usually it was. It was hard not to smile at some of the antics of the people I came to know and love. Hitokiri hated them. Even over the years I have changed, there is always a voice in my head that wants to kill. I have dubbed that the Hitokiri part of me. He whispers loudly at the sight of them I think he despises Kaoru-dono. He is still broken over Tomoe, though he refuses to admit it.. Tomoe...Will it be betraying her if I fall in love with Kaoru? Let me correct that...I have fallen in love with her. It feels wrong, but I'm sure she she would want me ato go on...I truly missed her....I wonder what I would be like if she hadn't have died. I expect I would have escaped a lot of pain. I still remember that day when we first met....She told me I had turned the rain red. I had. I still remember the day I drove my blade into her...Her blood rushed onto my face and hands....My guilty hands..I had dug into her so deep, so hard. ..I was guilty of so much blood, yet seeing hers on my hands made my mind reel in horror. She had cut that scar into my cheek, to make me remember. As if I could forget. But it is my daily reminder. I will not return to hitokiri because I will always remember this. I forgot once....Once, in that fight with the Wolf. But never I will forget wholly. My life has always been my sad emotion. No matter how you look at it, it's is depressing. I hide it well enough, but even sometimes I need a few minutes to be alone. That is the reason I wash the laundry. I know for a fact I need not do it, but I want to wash away the blood on my hands. Sometimes, I'll look, and it will be dripping red. It's times like these I suppose it's true. The rain beats down on my weary body. I don't know why it's like that; I haven't done that much today. Something warmer than the rain streams down my face. I oen my eyes, horrified I will be seeing more blood....But it's not. It's just more water. I turn my face back up to the rain letting it mix with my salt tears. It's times like this I know it's true... Once a hitokiri... Always a hitokiri. Hitokiri...forever. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My poem:

Swirling Darkness, Black and white.
Pain and Pleasure, blurry light.
Hope and sadness mixed together.
Drowning in Darkness, Falling forever.
Jump or fly, Swim or plomet.
Either way, we'll reach the summit.
Found at last, dreams reborn.
Hope rekindled, no more scorn.
Blinding light, screams and darkness.
Now forever dreams are torn.

I wrote it when I was going through a very dark time in my life. Thankfully I'm alot m ore cheerful now ^^

But I still feel it is the best poem I have ever written.