In the galaxy

If we are on a planet that is literally dust in the winds of the galaxy, how can our lives mean much of anything? 

It's the bonds, friendships, relationships and memories we forge with others is what makes our lives worth living. I love making others laugh, smile, and feel like they are one in a million. The only thing I wish for is for someone to do the same for me. So in a galaxy, an existence such as ours, we should live it to the best of our abilities so we are remembered. So we aren't just dust in the wind. 

Detached

It was early August and the weather was mildly warm. To him it was ice cold. He could feel the sun on his back, but its warmth didn't reach him. His bright neighorborhood painted in its usual cheerful hues didn't affect him. Everything felt chilled, and absent of any warmth. He sat there on the bench at the bus stop where he had collasped, feeling seperated from the world around him. Across the road there was a wide, grassy park. In the park another father played with his young son. Both smiled brightly. He chenched his fists and jaw, biting back hot tears. He wanted to scream and yell at the injustice of it all. How could the world remain so bright and happy when he was trapped in a gray sorrow? He felt numb. His legs had no strength. He couldn't move if he wanted to. His closed eyes scrunched together as he fought circulating waves of anguish and anger that were quickly consuming him.

Flash Fiction

Cool green grass, then a warm snout. It's mother. Her head picks me up and sets me on my wobbily legs. I fall, she picks me up; and I fall again. She's patient and soon I am stumbling along, then walking, then running, then frolicking.
Others join me; my friends all born on the same cool grass. We race through the field and forest, calling and laughing with each other. For years we run, laugh, and race. Our antlers begin to grown in and soon we are fighting, heat-butting, and playing. We still race, but today we stop our run. There is a strange black river that cuts through the forest in front of us. Strong head goes first and shows us that we can walk across the black river. Big hoof follows, so does Rough Fur. I am last and they call to me from the other side, "Small spot!" Listening to their egging calls I leap into the black river. Landing in the middle I hear a roar and freeze. There are two bright, angry eyes charging at me. I can't move and the beast behind the eyes strike me. A thud sounds through me. The sideways green forest fades to black.

Invisible (Short story)

I alway knew that I was pratically invisible to everyone around me. I just never thought that I actually become invisible.
I never saw it coming, there was no forewarning. Well, it didn't happen instantly, it fazed in. It took around a month for the process to be complete is what I'm guessing, I don't actually know. I only noticed when it was in the final stages.
People have never really talked to me, family included. I was the youngest of three prodigies, but somehow I lucked out on anything special. My parents were so absorbed in the success of my siblings that past the age of eight they just stopped noticing they had a fourt child. I didn't particularily mind, I got to do whatever I wanted so it wasn't too bad.
At school I didn't ever have a friend. As hard as it is to believe I've never had one single friend, not even in kindergarden. I'm not sure why; okay I have a clue, it was most likely due to my extreme shyness which led to me not saying a word. I was fogotten, and I've just gotten used to it.
Getting back to the present.
If I think about it I did wake up from a usual nightmare a few weeks before my 'fading' occured. I can't remeber what is was about for the life of me, but I know it was terifying enough to wake me up in the middle of the night. Anyway, after that nightmare it seemed that eveyone started ignoring me more than before. Not even any passing glances in the hallway. Teachers kept forgetting to call me in the rollcall.
The finaly week of the process I noticed that I was actually fading away. My skin slowly became transparent until it was completely see though. The 'invisibleness' transferes to anything I touch, so it's not like there are floating clothes or anything. If possible my voice even became invisible because no matter how loud I shout, no one even takes note of it, they don't even look my way.
Sure I'm use to being ignored, but not at this level. I'm slowly forgetting what I look like and it feels like I'll just be blown away into dust by the wind. This is all I can do to try to retain some sort of sanity, but I don't even know id anyone will be able to read this. I hope so. I NEED to talk to someone. Anyone.
All I can hope for is that someone will notice me, or this 'invisbility' thing reverses, but somehow I doubt that will happen.
This will be the only evidence that I actually existed. That I was actually alive, and not some...some ghost.
Please read this and remeber me. Remember that I was alive. It's all I have left. Please dont' forget me. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be ignored anymore.

Life update

Hey internet people!
So lately I've just been posting my creative writing class work, pretty cool huh?
Anyway, so I passed both of my martial arts tests and moved up a rank! Yes!
Exciting!
Schools going great, I'm having a blast during my Senior year!
Yet there are some down points.
Homecoming was last week and I didn't get asked.
Guess I'm not as adorable as I thought. Oh well, when they see me at the class runions their jaws will hit the floor. Hehe! That'll be something to look forward to.
So that's it for now, I'd love to hear feedback from anyone reading my blog because I know you're there, my pageview count tells me so! So seriously say something...well if its not nice never mind.
Either way look forward to my future updates! Love you all! Peace!

On paper (Autobiography in 300 words)

On paper I can become whoever I want to be: a princess, a rock-star, a Warrior, a leader, or even a villian. I can become a bird and fly weightless through the clouds, or I can become a dragon fighting a nobel knight. I can be brave, courageous, smart, strong, or even invincible.

But that's on a good day. On bad days I can become: a rainstorm, powerful lightning, a raging tornado, or just a gloomy afternoon. I can create characters and make them as sad or as angry as I am. I can make them suffer until I begin to cry for them, because they are me.

Every person, every character I create is part of me, it might not be a major trait but it is there. I know that because when I write what they see, I see it. What they feel, I feel it too. What they smell, what they touch, what they think, what they dream; I experience it right along with them.

But in the real worl, I'm not like that: not too brave, and not living in the lime-light. I'm goofy, and silly, and just a dork. That is me. I love fun! But I can be sad too, and shy. I can be lonely, but no one ever notices. No one sees past my constant smile, and that's fine with me because I smile for a reason. I smile for others. Too see them smile back, to see them happy even when I am not.

I write for myself, that's my time to be free.

I can smile for others, but on paper I am me.

Text poems

Clouds drift across the wide expanse of sky.
I look away,
and they turn gray.
But I wait.
I wait a day.
For when the cheerful clouds drift above me again.
Stealing my smile.


Water hits my cheeks.
My heart is carved out of me,
as I watch,
as you are taken away.
Torn from my arms,
stolen away.
Your tears mingle with mine,
and you are gone.
My heart taken along with you.


Red roses fill my vision.
He appears.
He dances with the blood red flowers.
Smiling.
My heart is stolen,
by the blonde haired wonder.
As he offers me,
a bright red flower.


YOUR HEART
I'm decided.
I found my goal in life.
It is your heart,
I will steal it away.
I will steal it away,
so you are mine.
Mine alone.
And I will not stop,
until I have it.
Because you have mine.


Flames.
Bright,
powerful flames.
They dance in my vision,
surrounding me with warmth.
They remind me of him.
His strength.
His power.
It makes me wonder.
Why I wish to protect him.