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Princes Aren't The Only Heroes Part 3
Tiana watched from the corner her restaurant in its full glory. Everything was packed - waiters and waitresses rushed to serve orders, cooks were running back and forth in the kitchen - it was everything she had ever hoped for.
It was getting close to noon, so Tiana couldn't see Ray or Evangeline up in the sky. Sometimes it made her sad to think he was gone, but she was happy he was with his love.
"Tiana! Please help! I've got four tables waiting for their meals, all the other waiters are busy, and another couple just walked in!" said a waiter as he rushed passed her.
"I'd be happy to help." Tiana smiled as she headed over to the newcomers. "Hi! Welcome to Tiana's Palace. We're sorry, but we're full. Wait time is about an hour." She told them.
"Oh that's perfectly fine. We don't mind waiting for the best restaurant in town." smiled the old woman as she took the arm of a man about the same age.
Tiana beamed with pride. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to end up a princess! Speakin
Those Murders Chapter 5 *FINISHED*
"This is his roommate. Derek... Derek was murdered this morning."
I choked. "On...my...birthday?" I half-gasped, I half-whispered.
"I'm so sorry." he whispered, and he hung up.
I wanted to cry, and break things. But he told me to never cry over him. He was my hero, my role model, my life. And he was gone. It was Saturday. Good. I didn't have to go to school.
I went downstairs. Mom tried not to cry either. But she said that if I didn't want to go to school next week, I didn't have to. We forced smiles and tried vainly to enjoy my birthday. In my heart I knew that I would never enjoy my birthday again.
I went to Mike's and told the cops about Derek. People said I was tough to hold back those tears. He was my shield. I always felt safe around him, and he was gone...forever.
The cops told me to call Derek's roommate for the whole story. I did, without thinking twice. "Hey, Derek's roommate? I've got cops here. I need to know the whole story."
And that he told. "We were playing basketball w
Those Murders Chapter 4 *finished*
"His house." And with that, she was gone.
I was walking to his house. It was 10pm. I hit the corner. As I waited for the cars to pass I felt someone breathing. Deep, slow, hot breathing on the back of my neck. I was frozen. Someone put their hand on my shoulder. I didn't - couldn't - turn around. The cars passed, but I didn't go. I wasn't positive, but I had a feeling this guy killed my two friends. My gut told me to run, to get away from there, but for the first time in my life, I ignored it. His touch - or her touch - was almost paralyzing. There breath was still stinging my neck. I didn't breathe. I wouldn't breathe.
I didn't dare move. Then he spoke; it was a man. "Hey baby sister, where you going at this hour?" I let out my breath and turned around and hugged Derek. And I cried. And I told him about what I told the detective and what she told me. And I told him I was going to see Mike and Genevieve. And I told him how I thought he was the murderer and he just let
Those Murders Chapter 3 *finished*
And Genevieve was gone.
A doctor came in. "What's wrong?" he asked, paranoid by my scream.
"Genevieve is...she's...gone!" I cried. A tiny shriek came out from the telephone on the floor. I picked it up. "Listen, whether I do it alone," I looked at the cop, "or with help, I'll find her, okay? Okay." I hung up.
The cop looked at me. "What do you mean 'alone'?" It was just then, that I realized the cop was in the room and the doctor had left.
"Well, me and Gen have been trying to ask questions, state our side of the story, and we want to know what happened to our best friend! But we've only been ignored, blown off, or lied to! So what I mean by alone is that if you're not going to help and work with me, then I'll figure it out myself - I'm a lot smarter and more mature than you give me credit for! 16! I'm 16!" I threw my hands in the air.
"I'm sorry. I'll talk to the detective about it right now." And with that, he left.
I didn't know what to do next. I called my mom. "M
Those Murders Chapter 2 *finished*
"He...he was murdered an hour ago."
I dropped the phone.
"Hello...hello?" Genevieve waved her hand in front of my face. "What happened?"
"Mike...he...he was murdered." She dropped her hand.
Shocked, we stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Now what?" Gen asked.
I didn't answer. I just knelt down, picked up my phone, shut it, and without warning, ran down the nearest street. Gen bolted after me. I didn't wait for her. Crying, I bolted down streets and roads, and yards, and I dashed up to the first house I saw. I knocked on the door. Gasping, Gen rushed up the driveway.
A lady with waist long, dark hair opened the door. "Hello? May I help you?" she asked surprised, but politely.
"Um, can I use your phone?" I asked hesitantly.
"You don't have your own?" She giggled lightly.
"This is no laughing matter. I'm lost, my phone is dead, and my best friend was murdered an hour and a half ago. May I use your phone?"
She stopped laughing and stepped aside for us to enter. "May I know your names?" s
Lost. Chapter 4 - Australia *READ DESCRIPTION*
I was still underwater so I took that as a good sign. "Ariel!" I called.
"Shh!" said a voice somewhere in the dark. "It'll hear you!"
I didn't immediately recognize the voice. "Flounder?" I whispered.
"What? No, Dory, be quiet." the voice said.
I grabbed Damon's arm, so I wouldn't lose him and whispered, "We're somewhere off the coast of Australia! In Finding Nemo!"
Suddenly a very bright light appeared, followed by very sharp teeth. "Swim!" the voice, which I now realized was Marlin, screamed.
A female, Dory obviously, screamed. We all went up thinking that was the smartest thing. "This is heavy!" Dory yelled.
I followed her voice. "Don't worry, I got this." I told her, and took what I knew was a diver's mask.
"Who are you?" she cried.
I kept swimming up, one hand in Damon's hand and one hand clutching the mask. "I'm Nicole, and this is Damon. Marlin, I know you're looking for your son Nemo, and Dory I know you're looking for him too, but you're suffering from short term memory loss."
FearDark trendles slither through
Blood red puddles
Trails of black and red leave
Scars and scrapes on a cloudy soul.
Fog blocks the mind and leaves
Words empty and fleeting
The pain- it rips through me
And dark trendles wrap around my throat
Choking me, choking me
Choking me until words don't exist
Until I forget how to breathe
And the world is just a distant memory.
Live Life TogetherForget your fear for him
He's so much more important
Keep the cop face on for him
Cuz he's just as afraid as you
Live life together and everything will work out fine
You're each other's best friend
You can be his rock
And he'll be your stone
Forget the future, live today
Together life cannot get in your way.
There's So Much FearThere's so much fear
I have no job
Just one more year and I'm out in the world.
What about college?
Do I have what it takes to be a success?
What about a home?
One more day with my parents and I'll go crazy
I need to be out on my own
I put on a brave face
I pretend I have it figured out
But oh my god there's so much fear
I'm just winging it!
But that won't get me far
There's so much fear I may start bleeding again
...we have every reason to be afraid.
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous path
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
wordless they succumbAnd they fell -
just like that.
Just like the act of breathing;
soundless and inevitable.
Like an eager girl slipping
straps from her shoulders,
the soft crush of silk at her feet.
We Have No TimeAll we have
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.
Logic was faulty and rules were no more.
Up was down; down was up.
That was how it constantly was.
Fish swam in the air and drowned in water.
Worries were small and dreams were big.
One fell up until they reached the clouds,
Which were then used for soft beds and pillows.
Gender was an unnoticed trait.
Everyone was blind.
Everyone could see.
There were no expectations to uphold.
I was happy.
Then I woke up-or fell asleep-
Into a world with war and prejudice and plague.
I wondered then, and I do now…
Was Wonderland not the real world?
The Answer is Noneplease excuse the crushing
of this conversation
and i'll forgive the wheeze
as my mind's
pinch your windpipe
all but shut
watch my fading blur
as i step like god
and your heels drag
now you're the one
whose able is unned
dissed and nonned
your ghostlungs, my balloon
floating and bumping
and the whether
of pressure differentials
feels true, against
to the girl with the razors in her back pocket,stop. turn around. i understand you,
and i understand the sadness
entrenched in your bones. i understand
the late nights spent in anxious prayer
to the towels, to the creaky floorboard
just outside your parents' room, to the sink
that stains too easily. i understand
the catastrophic glances that people throw you
when you open your mouth and try
to belong. i understand the intense moments
spent in dressing rooms splicing together outfits
that will gracefully sweep past tally-marked wrists and ankles
and hopefully make sense in the dead of summer.
i understand the nights that you carve the emptiness
onto the razor and wonder if it wouldn't be better
to just die tonight instead. no one can be angry...
or disappointed...or judgmental...or sympathetic (because
sometimes forced empathy is the worst)...when you
no longer exist. it just stops. and anything
has to be better than this.
well, you're right about one thing. it does
get better. and not in that corny way
people tell you. you won't se
Mirror MirrorMirror Mirror
Show my face
You're a disgrace
Who is this girl
Up on the wall
She can't be me
'Cause she can fall
She can hurt
She can cry
She can't sing
She cannot fly
Where's the truth
You're so uncouth
To pass me off
As being her
Seeing her now
Is pure torture
For I can never
Be that vile
The thought fills
My mouth with bile
Is it true
If it is I
Had no clue
Now I know
I want to be
The girl I see
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