The Porcelain Mask part 1 One and two, three and four, those simple numbers running through my head. "Good Scarlet, be light as a feather".My teacher always said that to me every Saturday for the last five years. It's funny that out of the eleven girls in this ballet class she only said that to me.My name is Scarlet Romain and for the last four years of my life I have been going to the same dance school hearing the same teacher tell me the same thing. Each time I would try my best to become the star and move up to the next class like all the other girls before me. That still has not happened.The chit chattering of the girls around me went silent as soon as
The Porcelain Mask part 2 I woke up with a start the following morning. I couldn’t even remember going to sleep last night. Closing my eyes I thought back. Now I remember. I came up here after that argument with my parents. They had forgotten all about me again. I must of lied down on my bed and fallen asleep. I looked up at my ceiling. There were a few cracks and stains on it but that was it. Dad had promised me that he would paint over it. That was ten years ago when we first got the house.I got up and headed down the hall towards the kitchen. I could hear loud voices. My parents were arguing again. Ignoring there harsh words I walked over to the fridge. &#
The Porcelain Mask part 3 My parents were at the casino again. That’s where they go when they are not feeling too good. I never really understood why though. It was getting dark outside and as per usual my parents would not be home till quite late. I wandered over to the pantry to see what I could eat. Nothing but junk. Not feeling particularly hungry I made my self some toasted sandwiches and headed to bed.A long road with dead trees and hollow houses. Have I been here before? It looks familiar but usually I would remember a place this lonely. I start to slowly make my way down the cracked grey road. My footsteps creating echoes as I went. I walk a little qu
The Porcelain Mask part 4 My aunts lounge room was warm and comforting. The old rug soft beneath my goose bump covered legs. The fire in the fire place let off a mere pop every now and then but apart from that everything was silent. My aunt, being as old as she was, sat opposite me, newspaper in hand and a cup of tea beside her. I watched in pure wonder as her eyes, old and filled with memories, scanned the yellowing pages. With out looking up she patted the piece of carpet beside her. Obeying her silent command I moved to sit down beside her. She then suddenly put her newspaper down that had her so enthralled and looked directly at me. I didn’t have to say anyth
Mia In The Rain It was no surprise that the darkened city was once more, covered in a thick blanket of heavy rain. Since those heavy rain drops were falling straight down through the narrow streets and even narrower alleyways, there was no where to hide from getting absolutely soaked. However the night wasn't all dull and grey, for when the ground became wetter it gained a distorted mirror effect, making the flickering street lights become more eerie than they were before.The late night, city streets, weren't all deserted yet. A few people were rushing around with their bags and cases, as make shift umbrellas, thinking they would actually protect them from
Untouchable part 1 - Intro You would think that in another 48 thousand years that we would have made great progress and found a way to live on other planets and be able to teleport or maybe even have our own personal robots. But no. Welcome to the year 50,000.The world has gotten more technological and the cities have expanded. People have cut down on using cars and found other means of transport. The rich people live in exclusive penthouses and the lesser people live in smaller units in town, and if you had no where to go, then you would join the military, who are always looking for people.This new world, as perfect as it seems, has its secrets. Actually, one secr
Untouchable part 2 - Memories Mia ran through the park and out on to the streets, nothing but a breeze as she ran passed the citizens of the city. In a matter of minutes when she was walking in to the reception of a high class hotel and casually approaching the reception, her shoes making no noise on the marble floor. A young receptionist, only new to the job looked up as she saw Mia just standing there and waiting patiently. "Hello, how can I help you this evening?" "Hi there, I was wondering if the presidential suite was free" "Yes it is, may I ask who you are booking this for?" "Myself" she said a little too confidently. The reception looked at her, s
How to Kill... How to kill a flowerTake a flower from the gardenAnd put it in the shadeLeave it there, in the darkAnd watch the colours start to fadePull off all the petalsStrip the leaves off the stemNo water, no light, no careIt won't grow back againHow to kill a birdCapture an innocent birdAnd put its cage in a treeTrim its wings, tag its legSo it knows it will never be freeTell it stories of far awayBut it will never be able to flyTake away all its memoriesIt will no longer look at the skyHow to kill a treeFind a strong young treeAnd strip the trunk till it's bareMake sure your axe is sharpTake away all its ai
Prison Darknesssoblindinglythickconsumes the airand everything it surroundsleaving nothing but a deafening silencethat not even a scream could breakand the feeling that the utter blanknessis trying to consume you as wellA soft brush against your armfeels of damp cotton and then hot skinjust barely touching, a slight breezeor just your mind's illusion?Reach out to where it came fromto that helping hand in the darkbut its not there, you're aloneAlone in somewhere glassJustinhaleandexhaleno you haven't suffocated yetbut the walls are closing inso there was always a chanceOne heart beat, plus one heart b
Help Me Help me I am fadingFading in to darknessIn to lonelinessInto nothingnessHelp me I am fading away from youHelp me I am slippingSlipping away from your graspFrom my barriersFrom my sanityHelp me I am slipping away from youHelp me I am losingLosing my grip My spiritMy faithHelp me I am losing youHelp meI am breakingBreaking away from trustAway from my hopesAway from my dreamsHelp me I am breaking away from youSee me I am fadingCatch me I am slippingFind meI am losingFix me I am breakingHelp Me
What sort of World is this? Opening the door and stepping on to the streets,is like walking in to a battle field of corpses, and ghosts,and people who haven't turned the light on in their eyesWhat sort of world is this?Where innocence suffocates the moment its eyes open,its breath stolen away before it reaches the lungs.Not even the sun can burn through this miasmaso it snatches away at the remaining fragments.This city never stood a chance.A girl too young for college sits alone, her 'mistake' lying peacefully in her arms.shaking hands drops the cigarette, and she brushes his tangles awaywhile mumbling half hearted whispers of affectionthe young
These of mine These broken wingsFlew me across a raging seaI only got halfway acrossSo you know where I will beThese broken wingsAre only just strong enoughFlying me to places far awayWhenever things start to get toughThese trembling lipsWill sing a sad songBut as the time travels pastThe words will all be goneThese Trembling lipsCan now only whisper a nameBut the feeling behind this wordHas always been the sameThese sorrowful eyesAre searching foreverLooking for the only way outThe way we can be togetherThese sorrowful eyes Still gazing in to the pastBut soon to be looking forwardWhen they finally open at last
Frozen Heart Your memory has left meBattered and weakI kept calling out to youBut now I can’t speakYou’re holding me backWith the left over painHow can I melt my frozen heart?When all I have is rainThe last memory I haveIs your back and mineOne has a knife in itThe other is fineEach time I fallI stand up and runBut my heart is still frozenBecause you stole my sunForget the dreamsForget the liesI am stronger nowI can see though your disguiseSo you cut me deepWith the intent to killMy heart may remain frozenBut I am living stillYou will know next timeYou're better than beforeI keep telling myself
Loneliness I walk down the streetI see their lips connectAnd then there is that feelingThat you try hard to forgetI wanted to screamBut I couldn’t find my voiceSo I just smiled and walked awayI didn’t have a choiceA thousand knivesGoing through your heartThat’s what it feels likeAnd it’s only the startThere is a blanknessThat will constantly acheAnd you start to wonderHow much more can I take?You tell yourself, you don’t careAnd you just walk awayYou are not upset at allYou are always okayLying to your self is all you can doTo stop being painfully numbKeep moving until the next dayNo
Instability Grey washed stones dropped carefullyin to a perfectly crooked lineI tread slowly, carefully,one faltering step at a timeSweet warnings lost to bitter winds"Turn away. Go back. Please"I saw the others stop, reach outtry to grasp at those whispered wordsWatch as they slip and fall, be swept awaytaking the lies with themThe precarious rocks shakean invitation to fallAnother slip, another excuseI take another hesitating stepfollowing this path in its circlessinking slowly in to a cornerHear the laughtersee the smilesAmongst the darknessstanding stilldo you believe when they sing"you have reached the end"?
Hate They all would watch as you entered the roomcalmly, casually, carelessly,you would sit down amongst the constant buzzing of the roomand look around at your precious believersOne would get upslowly, softly, subtly.and walk over with an almost innocent intentWho would question the harmless whispers of the concerned?Just a flash of Silverpure, perfect, preciselyaimed right for the 'king's' chestThe onlookers stand and watch, proudly jealous.The shy onetimidly, tentatively, tightlyheld the only part that wasn't tainted with red filth,and tore it away, to be left with the rest of himOnce moresuccessful, satisfied,
Angel's Story An angel so pure Living up in the skyObeying his godAnd never asking whyHe got so used to looking downThat he failed to seeWhy he wasn’t allowed to look upWhat it meant to be freeBut this pure angelWas as vain as they comeHe always followed the rulesJust like everyoneSo when the time cameInstead of breaking awayHe followed the rulesWhile his friends flew awayAnd then he was aloneWith the little that did remainLooking down all the timeCaused him nothing but painWhen he tried to flyWhen he tried to singEveryone had abandoned himEven his wings
Escape Running from her miseryDespair shown in her eyesAnger, sorrow and painEmotions she can't diguiseRunning, runningKeep on runningYou can see it in her tearsTrying to escape, what holds her back?Petrified by her fearsGrowing weary by the chaseYou can hear it in her wordBegging for mercy eternallyYet her screams remain unheardRunning, runningShe's still runningIf you look deep with inHer chances of survivalForever growing thinSomething is eating her up insideYou can feel it in your heartShe can't hide, she can't escapeWhat's tearing her apart
Retelling Memories - Part 2 "As you can imagine the street's were not the safest place to be. There were rules you had to abide by, things that you had to learn. If you didn't know them in a week, you would be found dead in dumpster where no one would miss you. I however was luckier than most and found out the rules on my third week on the streets.The food that I managed to bring with me had either run out or gone bad. I know it was dirty and unhygienic but I was looking for food in garbage bins, park benches even food on the street providing that it was still in its wrapper.Fortunately it was in neither of these where I found a good source of sustenance.It wasn'
Retelling Memories - Part 1 "Hey, are you ok?"Leonora turned away from the grimy window and the half smoked cigarette to look in to the concerned eyes of a blonde male. He looked very different in this light, but his self confident and nearly cocky attitude proved that this was the man that had subtly seduced her in to spending the night with him. Despite what the male thought, it wasn't a great feat bedding her. She was drunk, it had been a bad day and he simply played on her moment of weakness.They rolled about for hours, on the small table, in the shower, on the bed, even on the floor at some point. Although in the end, the best parts were when they just lay ther
Practise - Night to Forget The room that Leonora woke up in was not one she woke up in often, but that wasn't to say that she had not been here before. A faint musty and stale scent, hung in the air, clinging to the dust that was illuminated by the soft dull glow that came from the tattered old yellow curtains. Aside from the sound of the rain, hammering mercilessly against the windows outside, it was pretty much quiet.In Leonora Maietta's it was almost too quiet……almost.The 23 year old slowly sat up and waited for the moment of light headedness to pass, before taking in her surroundings. The room was as basic as they come. It consisted of a small bathro
Direction I once thought I knew these tides,having travelled on them more oftenthan I have travelled the roads home.It was a trust thing really.I trusted it to bring me backto the right choicesI trusted it to point me to the wrong decisionsI trusted him to pull me back if I drifted the wrong wayClouds move around all the time,shifting, churning, brewingUnpredictable.What a storm, that stirred these cloudshiding my moon, shifting my tideswhich way should I turn?
Letters - Part 1 Kassandra was one of the most average college girls that you would ever meet. She had no interesting past, her parents were happily married accountants and she was only just balancing her school and social life. Kassandra wasn't really interested in math. All the numbers looked like well…mess, but Kassandra loved English. However it wasn't the stories and the poetry that drew her to the art. It was letters. Kassandra would write at least one letter every day. It could have been to her parents, her best friend or even to someone that she worked with. Who knows why she did it but letters, was all she could write.Now let me introduce y
Calamity's Tale 43 The sun slipped down below the building tops but the stars had not even started to come out yet. Calamity woke up from a light nap and rolled off the bed, while being very careful not to disturb the sleeping hairball. She wanted to sneak out without having her little shadow follow her. She slipped on the brand new jacket and pulled her hair out of the collar before doing up the jacket tightly. The leather was warmer than her old one and felt so much better against her cool skin. Making a mental note to thank Scarlet Calamity slipped out the door, past the sleeping body guards and in to the night. She had something else to take care of.The
Snow Flakes Snow FlakesI waited forever to see the snowthe pristine pieces of moon fragmentsfalling gracefully like broken hearted ballerinasas they glide around on bitter windstill they finally fall and disappearNever understood how something so pure, could end so tragicallyI remember someone sayingthat every little snow flakewas a piece of someone's broken heartHowever, if someone's hands were warm enoughand they cared enough to catch it,then that piece would melt,and that heart would be savedI wanted to catch every one of themI remember when you and Iwould go out on those rare daysdancing around in over sized coatsl
Fragile Dare to touch that delicate skinpainted a flawless shade of whiteBrush against those darkened lipsand feel the secrets, they will never tellTry to look in to her innocent eyesas they watch the heavens foreverTake her hand in yoursher touch like falling snowThen help me to understandwhy her heart no longer beats
Then and Now I always thought that it was best if I kept on moving and didn't stop.To just have my feet pound against the only solid surface that I can findall because if I did I wouldn't have time to swallow my prideto breath the poison air, to look around to see if those ghosts were still therejust as long as I didn't stop running I wouldn't have to think of the memoriesthat were breaking me up insideHowever running all the time has its side effectsI get tired and sore and then I have no choicebut to breathe in too much of that poisonous air butbecause I am running so fast I miss the only thing thatcould possibly save my
Collection 2 1. - My StarsTake a good look at my starsthey fall to youbut you cant touch them like promisedThey are fragilesparkling magically through the greypointing to youThe sight, I will never forgetHow can I start over?when even the stars tell methats you are my only2. - Your FlamesWhy dont you ask me where I have been?I was dancing with the flamesGetting consumed by themits betterthan being consumed by youEven your rain can't cool these coalsmy sun is too brightDon't tell me tomorrow will be betterI wont be there to see it3. - GoodbyeYou left me there In that field with all the silver dandelionsAnd th
Collection 1 1. - CharredYou always told mewhat is burnt, will grow backjust looking at the blackened woodtells me that was never trueNext time you will see meI will be waiting at the windowof the edge of whats leftof our blazing worldNever turned awayfrom those charred remainshoping that this treewill cheat death again2. - ButterflyThese butterfly kissesSo delicateSo fragileAm I that brokenthat even they can seehow much of me I hate?I will start loving againwhen a butterflywill live beyond a day3. - GuitarMy GuitarYou pull at my heartlike I pull at these stringswhen I strum out your soft lullabyto l
Calamity's Tale 42 "No, put her back where you found her or give it away" her father, Lachlan McClaene said once again as he put the newspaper back down on the table. "Please I will pay for everything myself and she can stay in my room" "NO!" "Oh come on you are not being fair"Calamity was getting to the point where she would scream. Between her father and her, they were fighting an never ending battle. They were just as stubborn as one another and neither were willing to give in just yet. Anyway as soon as Calamity brought the kitten her father had immedietly told her to take it back, no questions asked. "Come on, she is a stray, she doesn
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