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The Minun That Was Scared of ThunderDulce squeaked nervously as he hurried through the streets, the other people around him running for shelter as the storm clouds gathered. He hated storms. There were usually a lot of them, because of the Voltaics (all the electric pokemon gathered in one place), but it didn't make it any easier.
It was sad, really. An electric type being scared of storms. It wasn't the rain or the lightning that scared him. It was the cacophony of booms made by the earth-shaking thunder. The way it would shake the entire house would make him quiver uncontrollably. Especially if the power decided to go out. Just in case, he had a brand-new lantern, two flashlights, and about 17 candles. He couldn't stand the dark. Well... at least the dark when it was storming. If it was just a normal night and he had the option to turn on a light it wasn't as scary.
He looked around as he snuck through a tall wire fence, do-not-enter signs all along the proximity. A few feet in, past some overgrown trees that hid a med
Mouse in Your PocketMarni yawned lightly, her little mousey mouth emitting a tiny squeak. She held still, waiting to see if Lucian would notice her, and she relaxed after a moment of not being found.
She was curled up in Lucian's coat pocket. Things hadn't exactly gone well when he talked to Andy, and she could tell that he wasn't in the best state of mind, so she stowed away to keep an eye on him. She wished she could tell what was going on, but she didn't exactly want to be caught, either. So for now she was just relaxing in the cozy coat pocket, swaying with Lucian's footsteps.
Can't I Go Back?Andy sighed as he curled up in his bed, the blinds drawn and his covers pulled up over him. He held his oldest teddy bear close, trying not to feel so alone. He'd opened himself up too much. He couldn't stop hurting.
The problem was figuring out how to cope. Lucian was rediculously stubborn and Andy would have to come to terms with the fact that he'd really never be the same. But that went against everything he ever learned... well, everything he taught. Everything the school stood for.
Andy wished he could talk to Gotzon, but he was busy, and Andy already felt like he was being too needy. Well... and the fact that Andy was scared that he'd end up feeling the same as Lucian. It was easier to push people away. Books were easy. No matter how many times you read the same book it would be exactly the same.
But that wasn't the way with humans. They were constantly changing their minds for one reason or another. He couldn't be sure of anything when it came to relationships, and it scared the
Dear Ephira - Abusive RelationshipsDear Ephira
So I thought that it would be fun to have an advice column on my page – you know, like the columns that are popular in newspapers where readers would write in a question and the author would answer with advice. A lot of people in my real life circle as well as my online circle ask me for advice anyway, and I have always wanted to write an advice column! So I thought why not make my own, right?
So this is Dear Ephira, where I will be answering questions in the most non-biased, logical, and helpful way I can. I will take questions from anybody, you don’t have to be a watcher. If you have a question you can just note me with your question. If you would like to remain anonymous when I answer your question (or don’t want me to tag you in the question before I answer it) let me know what you’d like to go by instead. Some examples are like “ConfusedAboutLife” or
Overview of the Sparked SchoolsOverview of the Sparked Schools
• Sparked Institute(SI)
Location: In the plains outside of Tavron. The largest, most prestigious, and expensive of the Sparked schools, Sparked students from all over the world dream of coming here (or at least their parents dream of it for them). Well-known for turning out the most well-behaved, and well-learned of sparks. The sparks who graduate from here are more likely (or at least statistically speaking) to be leaders, entrepreneurs, scientists, doctors, or the like. Their entrance exam is stringent, and their teachers are the best out there.
Located in the city of Delfast, on the edge of Delfast Forest. Students that come to this school are known for their rugged nature and ability to survive in the wilderness. This could be due to the fact that the students often explore(and get lost in) the Delfast Forest, which is also their training ground.
• Spark Knowledge College (SKC)
Located in the city of Plendore,
Why Would You Keep it?Andy sighed as he walked through the halls of the school, wearing a pair of Gotzon's sweatpants that were too big for him, and one of his own large sweatshirts. It had been storming fairly often, and Andy was constantly cold, no matter what he bundled himself up in.
He furrowed his brow as he thought of what he'd seen Marni carrying around earlier, sighing deeply. Why would Lucian keep it? What was the point? And why did he care? Every time he got involved with Lucian he just ended up getting hurt. All he wanted was to be friends, and Lucian acted like he wasn't worth his time. Like all he cared about was that he was a shade.
Sure, Andy wasn't happy that Lucian was a shade, but... he still cared about Lucian, after everything. He didn't know how to stop.
He sighed as he silently came through the infirmary door, seeing Marni's silhouette slumped against Lucian's bed in the dark. Andy's eyes adjusted after a moment, and he turned his eyes to the dragon on Lucian's bed.
"Why the hell did
Wanting to be PraisedNivinee sighed as she curled up in Marius' comfortable armchair, pulling the legrest up as she turned on the TV. She pulled her fuzzy blanket around her shoulders, pulling the bowl of warm soup closer toward her, resting it on her pregnant belly. It was nice to be back in this apartment, she couldn't deny that. But at the same time it made her uneasy. She couldn't help but worry that Marius would walk through the door and tell her that he was leaving her again.
She sighed deeply, rolling her eyes as she took a spoonful of the soup, moaning at the taste. She didn't know why it was hard to keep herself distant with Marius. He just looked at her the right way and she tripped over herself to make him happy. That was all she wanted, was to make him proud of her. She couldn't help but want him to look at her and tell her that she was doing a good job.
She sighed, setting her bowl aside as she finished, turning her eyes to the door. He should be home soon.
The ExchangeAndy sighed as he sat on Gotzon's desk, waiting for the end of the school day. He was 'technically' on leave while his wing healed, although he did go to his office and do some paperwork when he was supposed to be sleeping. The majority of the time he just spent with Gotzon, though, when Gotzon wasn't teaching a class.
He looked up at the clock, sighing again. He held Lucian's jacket in his arms and Gotzon's phone in his hand. He had taken a chance by texting his own phone (which he had left in his cloak in the forest), and thankfully Lucian had it. He would have been upset if he'd lost his book. The cloak and the phone were replaceable, but most of the books he gathered, especially the ones he carried around with him, were rare.
So, he'd arranged for Lucian to meet them at the bookstore in Tavron to exchange Lucian's jacket for Andy's cloak. He just hoped Gotzon was okay with going with...
Fetching the BratNasya sighed as she walked through the streets of Italy, her long black cloak flowing behind her in an ominous way. Well... she supposed that she did look much more 'witchy' than she usually did. Of course with her sisters around it did kind of make more sense to dress like a witch. She looked behind her at her 'sister' who wore a similar cloak. She wasn't expecting violence from Marius, but it was just in case.
She cleared her throat, waving her hand to easily push the guard out of the way with magic, going up the stairs.
"Marius!" She called, her voice resonating through the empty halls.
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
Loneliness EchoesLoneliness Echoes in silence or a crowd.
At times the voices around you
Do nothing but make the hole bigger.
When the emptiness grows,
It swallows you whole.
The depression that's left
From the growing loneliness,
Sends you deeper and deeper still.
Until you're so deep,
In that dark, dark depression,
That your friends become shadows in the gloom.
They reach for you,
But you pull away,
For the shadows bring fear to your heart.
For what if they hurt you,
Those shadows in the dark?
Isn't it easier to be alone?
If you know nothing of friendship,
How can you be lonely?
If you know nothing of kindness,
Can you be hurt?
But the shadows,
They live in your heart and your soul,
Those voices that keep you awake.
The loneliness dwells in naught but in you,
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