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Flashback? Part FourStarduster was pacing she knew that much, but she didn't care, it seemed to pass time. She turned and looked out the window, the sun slowly setting in the horizon. She groaned and looked down at the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks and splatting on the floor. In her lifetime she had met many, many dashing, young dragons that all liked her, indeed she liked them too, but Nightblade was the only dragon that she really loved, but he did not feel the same way. While enveloping herself in these pitiful thoughts Starduster sat down and let out a low whimper. Slowly she curled into a ball and closed her eyes, trying to block out her feelings, trying to forget what her heart was screaming at her.
Nightblade plodded into the Dragon Capital, his eyes cast toward the ground and a fierce anger swelling inside him. His blue reptilian eyes darted left to right, watching the rhythm of his capturers. Frostlight ran to his side and draped her w
Flashbacks? Part ThreeFlashbacks? Part Three
Nightblade watched the stars twinkle in the sky as a feeling of loneliness seeped into him. Frostlight stepped up to him, her red eyes shining and smiling, Nightblade smiled back, Frostlight sat down.
“I'm guessing you want answers.” She said, Nightblade nodded. Frostlight looked into his eyes and smiled again before she looked ahead and began to explain.
“Starduster had just killed my parents when I decided to join this team that I heard of a few days ago, I was already trained and ready to fight. You greeted me and soon I was placed in your team, nothing high or special, but I enjoyed it, I was making a difference in the war against the Shadow Breathers. We were told of our mission to blow up the main capital and you were told the side mission to kill Starduster, you told me. I must admit I was slightly excited that you trusted me with this. Next we left to find the explosives, the destination on
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Starduster awoke early the next day, and she slowly slipped out her bed and opened the door. The first thing she noticed that Nightblade's bed was empty and the front door was wide open. Immediately she scolded herself, how could she leave him alone, now he was a threat to the city. She was about to jump outside and beging her search for Nightblade when her keen eyes spotted a tail of smoke coming up from under the kitchen door. She slammed on brakes and almost fell on the floor, quickly she got up and race for the kitchen.
“Oh my gosh, the fool is trying to commit suicide!” She gasped to herself. She reached the door and to her utter surprise, there was Nightblade—making breakfast. Nightblade was equally surprised. What was with all the door slamming, she must be starving! He picked up a clean plate and plopped some bacon and an egg onto it and handed it to the w
Starduster explained to Nightblade that they would still have to watch him until they were completely sure, then he'd be left to do whatever he wanted and return to his home. She stressed the returning home part.
“I dunno where home is...” Nightblade explained sorrowfully. He continued telling Starduster what happened from when he woke up in the cave.
“So you truly cannot remember anything but from that point onwards?” She asked anxiously.
“Yes,” He lied, he didn't want to tell her about the feeling of doom, he tried not to think about it.
“Okay then...” Starduster eyed him wearily. “You can stay at my home.”
“Really?” Nightblade grinned.
“Yeah...just no funny ideas.” Starduster warned.
“Oh, absolutely, I thought I'd have to stay outside the city for the night so I don't mind at all!” Nightblade said still grinni
Greetings or Rejection Part 2 Greetings or Rejection Part 2
Nightblade ducked and then dove for the neck, tearing the dummy into bits. Starduster watched shocked and wide eyed. This dragon seemed like a trained killer. Another machine dummy came from behind, Nightblade swung his tail blade around and struck the dummy in the neck with perfect aim. He ripped his tail away and the dummy was rendered useless. Starduster shrugged, any dragon could do that, or at least thats what she told herself.
“Hey, Star!” A male dragon came walking in, tossing her a bottle of water.
“Hey, Icicle! Thanks!” Starduster called as she caught the bottle.
“It seems you're paws are full with this one.” He said nodding towards Nightblade.
“Oh, yes. It seems so.” She sighed. Watching Nightblade's every move with her eyes.
“Ooo, you have a boyfriend!” Icicle tease
Greetings Or RejectionGreetings or Rejection
Starduster overlooked the valley, importance swelled through her as she thought how valuable she was to the Dragon Capital. She was the strongest shadow dragon in all their history and one of the twelve most powerful dragons in her time. She was black with creamy pink wings, two pink horns and a golden blade that split into three separate spikes on the end of her tail and tip of her wings. Her eyes were a bluish green, not uncommon for dragons but more on the rarer side than brown or plain green. There was a legend that the more blue a dragon's eyes the more powerful their elements and the better they could master them. Starduster didn't believe such things, what would one's eyes have to do with their power? That would mean one with pure blue eyes would be the most powerful dragon of all time, and that would make her second best, impossible. Starduster looked down at her shoulder, there was a dark, purple star surrounded
The Young, The Wild, and The FreeDear Gabby,
This is a letter that I have wanted to write to you for over three years. I have used countless excuses: No time, no courage, no inherent reason. I have told myself countless times that writing letters to people like you is useless because people like you do not listen, no matter the person, the time, the medium, nor the words. You just do not, or maybe will not, listen. But, I guess in the realm of things this does not matter, because here I am, neither drunk nor sober, writing down my words on a piece of scrap paper you'll look at, but never read.
I was always quiet and you were always loud, and our friends told us it was okay because opposites attract. In public, it was funny. You would laugh and grasp my shoulder when you rambled on and I did not reply, but just listened. However, when we would arrive back at my apartment, it was always different. Instead of laughing, you would yell. Instead of grasping, you would pu
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.
We're Waiting.To be a good writer is to be you. To be a good artist is to be you. To be anything is to be you. Dream. Live. Wonder. Create. And be yourself.
Because you are the one who can make the change that everyone's been waiting for. You can do what others were too afraid to do. You just need a little push, and a lot of hope.
But most of all, you need you. Your individuality. Your uniqueness. Your creativity. Your imagination. And if you tie that all together, you can create something absolutely beautiful. Something new. Something amazing. Something we've all been waiting for.
The world is waiting for the next J.K Rowling. The world is waiting for the next Van Gogh. The world is waiting for the next Beethoven. The next Einstein. The next John F. Kennedy. The world is waiting for you. We're waiting for a change. And who's the say you can't make a change? Who's to say you can't make a difference?
You can. You most certainly can. All you need is a dream, hope, and a little bit of imagination. And
Just Venting"Are you alright?"
"Wow, you're good. Why aren't you in honors?"
Because I know I'll fail.
"Hello? ...You okay?"
"Wow, I didn't mean it. It was a fucking joke...Hello? Hey, I said I'm sorry."
"You don't appreciate anything."
"You're so lazy."
"Wow, what's got you in such a pissy mood?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"...Over a month."
"When was the last time you talked to him?"
"And that boy you talked about, you're still with him?"
"He cheated on me."
"You don't trust many people, do you?"
"I trust far more than I should."
"For someone with all these problems, you sure do smile a lot."
Have you ever had the feeling...Have you ever had the feeling like you just don't know what to do? Where you just can't even think of what to say or who to talk to? Like you're being torn between two sides and you just don't know who to pick? Like if you make one wrong move, you'll be sent down a slippery slope with no return?
I feel like this every day. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what not to say. I don't know who I should and shouldn't be talking to. I don't know what questions are safe to ask, and what ones are better left unsaid.
I can't simply hide away from it all. And I can't simply do something too drastic. I feel like I'm being forced to feel some way when I feel another. Like I'm the bad guy for staying true to myself.
I'll get in big trouble if I make a mistake, and I don't know how to keep going without making one. I'm terrified of the inevitable fates that I see...I can't find a path to a good outcome no matter how much I think it over...
No one tells me straight up what's wrong, I have to
You don’t know me and I don’t fully know you- I only know your story. Sometimes a story is all you need to really know someone, and I’m sorry you may never know me, but I feel blessed to know you.
I... well, vocabulary is very limited and I don’t really think there are words to describe it but, well, I can try. In a way I kind of look up to you. It’s amazing how strong you are; if what is happening to you were to happen to me I wouldn’t be half as strong as you are. That’s how I also feel about Jeth. We often don’t know what we have, and I sometimes think that it’s amazing how people can live without things I take for granted. Like Jeth told me you aren’t able to look at a computer screen; that would seriously kill me. All I ever do is go on my phone and laptop, and if I didn’t have those things, I would I hate every second without them. You and Jeth both are similar in your own ways because you both have more po
CycleI reserve the option to be emotionally born, play, grow old, and die at last once every decade--perhaps every year, month, week, or day.
--J. Shidler 2014-04-06
I Met This Guy and He Was DifferentI'm an outcast. I don't even own any skirts that I can still fit and I only own 2 dresses both of which haven't been worn in 2 years. However, at the same time I don't play sports. I'm more of a nerd if you want to give me a label. Anyway, for the longest time I was extremely honest, ambitious, and seemed to be made of stone. I didn't get sad, or angry, or heartbroken or anxious over things. That angry part changed very quickly, but I'm not even talking about that. When I was younger, if I had a crush on a guy I seriously just told him and everyone else. Considering I've never had a boyfriend, you'er best to assume they've always rejected me. Then came this one year, which I'm not telling you what year, just to sound less pathetic. I met this guy and of course at first it was just physical attraction, we didn't talk. Then one day despite the fact we didn't talk, he knew I liked to write. We had this huge project , we had to write a Choose Your Own Adventure book. He and his best
Love Swings Back and ForthToday at the park, I saw a couple on the swings. I hadn't known they were there until I came right up on them. I was about to turn around and let them be, but the guy realized what I was after and politely relinquished his seat. Wondering whether they could see through to the pain I was feeling, I flashed them a bashful but grateful smile, then discarded my cane and sat down, allowing my legs to fall into an automatic yet idle pumping rhythm.
There were families with children on the playground, too, but I only had ears for the couple. The guy was now standing in front of his girlfriend as she swung, and they quietly but laughingly bantered one another. The boyfriend attempted to stop his girlfriend mid-swing, and she almost kicked him in the face by accident.
I couldn't help feeling cheered by their antics as they switched places, and yet seeing them here was heartbreaking to me. Nearly a year ago, you and I started out on this very swingset, talking until the wee hours of the morning.
For the first time in monthsFor the first time in months we looked at each other,
For the first time in months we laughed with each other,
For the first time in months we smiled at each other,
For the first time in months we held one another,
For the first time in months a flame of hope was lit in my heart.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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