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Roses

I was born with roses in my arms

Weak

Wilted

I cry

I cry a fountain of tears

Some caused by others

Some just me being weak

The tears formed tracks down my face

soon there were divets for the tears to run down

After the years the tears watered the roses

The roses bloomed

The blossoms crimson as they burst from me

Thorns cut

Ripping into my skin

My tears continued to water the growing flowers

Cutting my arms

Beautiful flowers they were though

A collection of red flowers mixed with the red of me

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Maps upon Maps

I sat at a table a small TV running in the background. It was some infomercial about solving some problem I didn’t need solving. The rest of the large house was silent, the occasional wood creek could be heard, but other than that silent. It was almost suffocating. That was why whenever I sat by myself in this kitchen I turned the TV on and just let it run. The only light sources in the room were the TV and the small lamp over the table where I sat. The lamp gave off an orange coloring, soaking the room in it. Except of course the TV that was a stark contrast to the rest of the lighting shouting at me with angry LED’s.

The table was covered in papers. Papers upon papers of my fathers work, I was still trying to make sense of it to no avail. On one there would be a map that would make sense as one building then on the back of it there would be a note explaining the map of what could have been an entirely different place. My father had been a strange man but he was sane, so none of this made much sense. Still, here I sit pouring hours of my time into making notes attempting to figure out what the heck all of this meant. I stared at the pages of writing and drawings until it made my head swim.

Then there was a knock on the door. I can’t remember the last time someone knocked on my door.

I shook off the sleep and glanced at the clock on the wall. Jesus its 6 am already. No wonder I’m so tired. I quickly try to straighten my outfit before opening the door. On the other side is...well I can’t tell who it is quite yet, my eyes are panicking at the sudden exposure. As soon as they calmED THE FRICK DOWN I could see who it was. It was Elias. I tried to put on my most winning smile but at this point it probably looked like a grimace.

“Hey,” Elias smiles looking a lot more chipper than me, “I just came to give you this,” he holds out a small cake.

“Whhhhyyy?” I mumble out moving out of his way so he could come in. He shuffles in behind me still holding the cake.

Once inside he raises an eyebrow, “Do you know what day it is?”

I glance at the wall as if it’s going to give me the answer, “Ummmm February?”

A groan, “What day in February?”

“Saturday?”

Another groan, “Sky, seriously what is the last time you actually slept?”

I start making my way toward the kitchen and Elias follows, “Ummm I don’t know.”

He lets out a sigh, he’s probably about to lecture me, “Sky look, I came here because it ’s your birthday and you forgot all about it. It’s February 21st. You need sleep.” Elias sets down the small cake on the counter in the kitchen.

I smile grimly plopping down in one of the chairs at the table, “Oh that’s all,”

Elias looks genuinely concerned when he sits down opposite of me, “Sky, Skylar, Sky, I have known you for 17 years, you can talk to me. I know losing your dad has been hard but you can’t just close everyone else out,”

“No that’s not it. I could care less that that old man is dead. I just need to figure this out,” I gesture to the papers scattering the table, “He knew something and I want to know what it was. So I need to figure this out,”

Elias slowly moves to the seat next to mine and sifts through some of the papers, “What language even is this?”

I sigh and lay my head on the table, “I don’t know, I googled it first and no one knew then I brought it to four historians and none of them knew what it was either,”

I hear him look through some more papers, “Sky, I think you need some time with a friend,”

I slowly bring my head up from the table and look at him. He’s moved over to the cake on the counter. I watch him grab some plates and put a slice on each piece, “Where're your candles?” Elias asks opening a few cupboards I’m about to answer before he sees them, “Nevermind,”  

Soon he brings over the two pieces of cake but one has a lit candle in it he sits next to me and puts them on the table, “Okay so you are going to blow out that candle, let me wish you a happy birthday, and then you are going to go take a nap,” he smiles, “you look like a zombie,”

I smile softly, “Okay fine but you can’t sing the actual birthday song, we aren’t five anymore,”

He chuckles a little, “Okay, okay, just like pretend to make a wish and blow out the candle,”

So I do. I close my eyes. I don’t wish for anything in particular, then I blow out the candle.

“Happy birthday,” Elias says cheerfully.

“Yaaay,” I say weakly, “finally 22,”

“Now go to sleep,” Elias quickly stands, grabs me, and throws me over his shoulder.

I reach for the cake on the table, “Buuuut the cake,”

He chuckles and I can feel his chest shake. He continues walking and heads up the stairs to my bedroom. I stop struggling and just lay limp staring at his back. Soon I hear a door open and I am tossed on a bed.

“Sleep,”

And I do. I sleep for the first time in what feels like forever.   

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Crash

It all started with a car crash.            One peaceful evening I was going home from a New Years party with my parents. The next thing I knew we were off the bridge and into the freezing water below. I'm told it was a drunk driver that sent us into the water, but I don't remember that. I don't remember much of what happened. "Hey you good bro?" my friend asks me from across the table. "Yeah just thinking," is the only response I can come up with. "Okay so for the party I'm thinking..." Blah blah blah blah. She continues on like this for some time. I ignore her mostly, nodding when she looks to me for an answer of some sort. I look down at my hands, I can see the blue veins beneath the skin. They haven't been the same since the crash. Come to think of it, I haven't been the same since the crash. Soon my friend leaves. I am alone now. The house that once held a bustling happy family now only holds one. One poor soul left to pick up the pieces. I make my way to a bedroom. Not mine. My feet take me to my parent's room. Their picture still on the walls of us all smiling happily, their clothes still in the closet, and their smell still in the bed. It seems the house hasn't realized that they..are gone. I sit on the floor in front of the bed. It's as if I sit on it I'll tarnish what little I have left of them. The doctors tell me they don't know what's wrong. They don't know how to fix what's been done. I would rather just forget what’s happened. The government makes sure I don’t. Contacting me once a week, “keep it a secret but don’t forget.”

I slowly get up off the floor and turn to the long mirror next to the closet. I don’t even look the same as the girl in the photos on the walls. My skin that was once a nice olive shade is now paler than a sheet of paper, my veins running along my arms. My papery skin revealing every mistake. My hair that was once a shiny black mop is now a startling white shade. My eyes that were once a dark shade of blue are a lighter shade of blue. Something changed me in that bridge and I want to know what.

I had more pressing matters to attend to when I originally got let out of the hospital. I arranged a funeral for my parents and sister. I buried them under seven feet of dirt. My parents died on impact. Older sister didn’t fare much better, she sustained major injuries and passing out before drowning beneath the waves. My younger brother, on the other hand, he survived. Well sort of. He was put into a vegetative state and when I came too in the hospital and got better they asked if I wanted to pull the plug. I waited for a little while holding to the last family I had. Eventually, I decided I needed to let go. So I did. I buried my brother next to the rest of my family. Four graves all lined up in a little row.

But I was still here. I was still alive. My family was gone, taken from me. I stare at my face a while longer clenching my fists as I think about it. The anger boiling inside of me. I pull my lips up into a sneer before stomping out of the room. A small crackling sound following me out, I slam the door.

I make my way to the roof. Practiced steps taking me there. I sit on the edge of it staring out at the sea. My parents had wanted an ocean view home and saved up for what seemed like forever before buying it. They lived in it for 1 year. Seems like a waste now. I took a deep breath gripping the edge of the roof. Then I pushed myself off. I fell for a small while before letting go and taking off. White sparkling wings on both sides of me. I reached for the water as I passed over it. It was cold this time of year. As soon as I thought I was far enough away I stopped. A platform of ice formed beneath me. And there I sat watching the world pass by.

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No! Spain isn't a real place!

My 8-year-old sister when I tried to explain where the Spanish language comes from.

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If Zelda was made into a Ghibli film (x)

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Short Story

There she sat. The ground covered in blood around her. And atop her head was a crown still dripping in from the blood of its former owner. She smiled. It wasn’t a smile filled with warmth or one that was from pain, or sarcasm. It was a smile that you could only see on the face of a murderer. One that had completed its job no less. He yelled charging at her. Yelling his father’s name as he charged toward the murderer who wore his father’s crown.

She stood slowly. Looking at him as he came at her with his sword drawn. Then she tilted her head to the side a tad. Then just as he was about to drive his sword into her stomach she vanished only to reappear a few minutes later on the other side of the room. She giggles before running out the door into the hallway. He sheathed his sword and looked at his father on the floor. Or more the pieces of his father. Then he took off again. Out the way, the girl had just gone.

Quickly he came to the realization that he wouldn’t catch her. For anytime he would near again she would vanish and reappear again. Too far away for him to catch but close enough for him to see. Slowly it dawned on him that she was teasing him. Trying to make him mad. It sure was working though.

After running through the halls she finally led him to the door to the outside. Where there was also a mess of blood and gore. He silently asked himself if she had caused all of this. If one person and caused the monarchy to crumble. Again he heard her giggle echo from outside. Just as he stepped out of the door he felt something stir behind him. He grabbed his sword but it was too late. He felt one arm around his keeping his arms down. Then cool metal pressed against the skin on his neck.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she hissed into his ear.

He tried struggling against her grip but it was no use, “You killed my father,”

She giggled once again, “No, I liberated the nation,”

Again he feigned a struggle but it didn’t work, “You’ll pay for this. For killing my father, and for killing all of these people,”

Her grip tightened around him, “I didn’t kill these people, he did,”

“Who did?”

Her voice grew hushed, “Him, the man in the shadows. He said that he could fix me if I killed your blood. I did it but he hasn’t done anything. Do you know what that means?”

He took a slow breath before answering, “You have to kill me,”

He could almost tell that she was smiling, “I’m afraid so princy,”

“Just do it then,” he said.

She slowly turned him around, knife still on his neck. Then she did something unexpected, she pecked him on the lips before pushing the knife up between his ribs. Right into the prince's heart.  

Then she waits for the shadow man to reappear. She waited for him to fix her life. It wasn’t until the sun was setting that the shadow slowly appeared in front of her. It didn’t form actual words, they were more just whispers. It said that the time had come for her to finally help her. She watched it reach a shadowy hand toward her. Then her mind was consumed with darkness.

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Short Story by Me

I can’t believe they’re sending me there. They’re gonna put me in that ghastly cage. Into quite literally the belly of the beast. Those horrible people enjoyed sending the kids into there. They enjoyed watching the kids panic as they met their doom. Of course, if it wasn’t for that horrid creature we wouldn’t be sent in there. Every two years they had to send two kids into the beast's cage to keep it satisfied. And by cage, I mean a large expanse of forest enclosed in a massive wall.

Right now they were dressing me in armor. Figures they want it to looks like they’ve prepared us. I mean sure I was trained in combat by my father who is a military leader. But I know for a fact that Jax, the boy that was going in with me, was never trained in anything. His parents were rich and never taught him anything. It’s a miracle that the boy even knows how to coherently speak.

After completely suiting me up the lady who had prepared me hustled me out the door. As soon as I stepped outside there were people all around be held back by only a rope (think a red carpet like thing). I quickly straighten my back and walked confidently forward. I couldn’t let them see my weakness. I hear the door swing open and closed behind me. I look back and see Jax come through the door. He is also wearing armor that clearly was not the right size. There is a large grin on his face, I give him my trademark annoyed look then continue walking. There is a large space in front of the door where we will be entering the cage. The door slowly slides open just wide enough for us to enter one at a time. I glance at Jax who’s light demeanor has quickly taken a sad turn. I walk in.

(A.N. I was honestly considering ending it here. You guys are lucky I’m really bored)

At first, all there is is darkness, then the farther I walked the lighter it became until it was like I was outside again. There were trees, birds, everything was fine. Then a voice.

“Welcome,”

I quickly pull the sword I was given out of its scabbard and point it in the general direction of the voice. Jax hasn’t said a word though he is visibly shaking.

“Please, put that down,” a boy appears from behind a tree, his hand raised in mock surrender.

I tried to smooth out the panic in my voice, “What in Hades name is going on?”  

A slight smile appears on his face, “Oh you’re a good one, usually, the girls are crying by now,” I regard him carefully, “and to answer your question, you and everyone else that was ever sent here live in the City of Light, you’re safe now,”

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My Daily Short Story

In a world where everyone has powers, I was a 2. You are given a number when you're born and this number is your rank. The only way to move up. Kill the person in a rank above you. I had managed to make my way to the top. With the power to make inanimate objects come to life and move, there were almost no limits to my powers. The only problem, no one knew what power 1 had. They didn't know the gender, what powers, or even how old the most powerful citizen was.

I was going to challenge 1 to a duel.

I didn't care what power he or she had. I wanted that top spot. I sent my challenge to everyone in the city through my spirl (think of like a really advanced smartwatch). There are a bunch of responses but I'm only looking for one.

1: I accept

I do a tiny happy dance in my living room then send out the information. It was going to be held in the old arena at sunrise tomorrow. There are thousands of comments. Lots of people are coming to watch. This didn't throw me off. Let them come and watch a new 1 arise. It was going to be the talk of the century. No one had gotten rid of the current 1 in around 100 years.  That’s the thing with powers, there’s always someone that either A) Immortal or B) can heal anything.

It’s morning and I’m standing in the planned arena. When I arrived there was a crowd outside that cheered when I approached. Though when they tried to get in a purple flare flashed and they couldn’t get in. Dang, 1 must be good to put up a forcefield around the whole building. I walked in and there was 1. 1 was wearing a cloak so I couldn’t see a face or any sort of body frame to give me a tip-off for a gender.  

There were two people in the stands. If you challenged someone to a duel then you were granted one right-hand man of sorts. Of course, most people just killed others without the whole duel hassle. But I preferred it this way. The two in the stands counted off from ten to signal the beginning of the duel.

5

4

3

2

1

I picked this stadium specifically for one reason. It had statues. Statues I could use as warriors. There were two, one on my left the other on my right. I concentrated and the one on my left started moving. 1 just stood calmly. Arms crossed. The hood fell away revealing a girl, she looked only about 18. She had bleach blond hair, pulled back in an intricate braid. I couldn’t let it distract me. The soldier moved and then turned to look at me. I smiled, but why wasn’t 1 doing anything. She still stood in the same position from before. Then the statue moved to her side. She now had an evil grin on her face. The statue came running at me. I was very much confused. How was this happening, no one ever had the same powers. But I had never actually taught myself how to defend. The statues usually did it for me.

The statue swung and nailed me right in the jaw I collapsed onto the ground in agony. The statue stood still above me. 1 came over grin still on her face.

“This has been fun, and you have quite the nice power but I won,”

I could just now see why everyone feared 1 she was a leach. Sucking on others powers. She pulled out a knife and shoved it through my heart. That was the last thing I ever saw.

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My Daily Short Story

He pulls against the ropes with all his might, but they wouldn’t give.

“Don’t bother,” a voice says.

He looks up to discover a thin girl bound with the same rope. Although it was dark, he could see her bruised eyes and bloody wrists.

“I already tried,” she is on the opposite side of the room than he is.

“What?” he asks, the boy’s tenor voice echoes around the spacious cell.

The strange prisoner has one pale gold and one that is so brown it looks black, “I mean what I said. I’ve already tried, pulled every favor possible. There’s no way out,”

He continues to pull on the rope to no avail, “Well I’m not giving up. There are people outside these walls that need me,”

The girl stays silent and just watches the boy struggle. After nearly an hour of him pulling on the ropes, he sits on the floor in defeat.

After taking a few deep breaths of musty air he looks at the thin girl. He recognizes her from somewhere. She has wild blond hair with streaks of fading blue in it. She’s wearing what looks suspiciously like a guards uniform. The girl might’ve been pretty under different circumstances.

The boy takes a deep breath, “So, what got you thrown in this,” at a loss for words he waves his hand around (the best he can shackled to a wall) gesturing around the room.

She looks at him “That is need to know, and you my friend don’t need to know,”

He feels his face heat up, “Oh, right,”

“Plus,” she adds quickly, “if you knew who I was then you definitely wouldn’t be talking to me,”

The strange girl lets out a yawn, “Anyway, you got thrown in here kind of late. I’m going to sleep,”

It takes nearly an hour of him staring at her sleeping form for him to realize who it was. She was Ceres Enki, the famous right-hand man of the king. She had been ridiculed after she killed him, the queen, and all of their kids. Oh, Gods, he realizes he’s in a cell with a murderer. He was merely a prisoner of war. He had joined the revolution to overthrow the current form of government.

“You can stop staring,” she mutters looking at him.

“You’re Ceres Enki,” he is still in shock.

“Yeah, and you are?”

“Colton Dippel,”

“Well, Colton-”

She’s cut off by the door the cell being opened. On the other side is a boy breathing heavily. He looks between the two prisoners, “Well, do guys want to escape?”

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Hatch: When I was born, the gods said, Too pure, much perfection.

Jack: Wrong.

Jack: When your were born the devil said, OoOooHh cOmpETiTioN.

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This man is a national treasure. 

Crosswalk the Musical: Hair w/ Lin-Manuel Miranda

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You know you listen to Hamilton too much when....

One of the theme days at your school is history and you immediately think of a Hamilton cosplay.  

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Oh my gods this is hilarious.

i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like

AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE

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This is so sad.

If you’ve read The Darkest Minds series you know who.

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Rebloging this for future use. 

guys the movie finally has a release date! september 14 2018!!