This is where I'll put everything non-anime related. I will definitely put in short stories, possibly some poetry, and...maybe a chapter story. We'll see. Hope you enjoy!
- Created By cherrichan13
11 Things You'll Never Know
I found this on dA, and had to try it. It's really fun to do.
Rules:
- list 11 things you want to say to 11 different people.
- don't say who they pertain to.
- feel free to comment, but don't confirm or answer anything.
- never discuss it again.
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I.
I used to dream about you.
I was so sure that we
were going to be happy, but
You turned out to be
Just another disappointment.
II.
You and I used to be friends; all
three of us did.
But then you stopped talking to me,
and to her.
And I think that both
she and I are a little bit angry.
III.
I always used to think that you
And I would grow up to be
bestbest friends.
But now I realize
That I need to trust my instinct
and not trust you.
You’re exactly what I feared you’d be.
And I can’t even respect you for it.
IV.
I had a thousand chances.
I never took any of them.
I should have.
V.
I only see you
once a year, at most.
But even now,
every time I see you
looking at me with those eyes,
not speaking a word
as you walk away again
For another whole year,
my knees go weak.
VI.
You know me better
than I ever thought you could,
in such a short amount of time.
It amazes me.
And I love you for it.
VII.
Without you…
I would never have become the same person
I am today.
And I’m glad I didn’t.
Thank you.
VIII.
You and I were never close.
We just liked to pretend we were.
But now, you’re the only one
who’s still pretending.
IX.
You swore you’d never
turn into your mother.
You refuse to admit you’d ever
be like her.
But you’re wrong.
You’re exactly like her.
And that’s why we fight.
Like mother, like daughter.
I hope I don’t become like you.
X.
I don’t think I want to
be here anymore.
I think I want to do…
something else.
XI.
I love you.
With all my heart.
Forever.
Blame It On You
I’ve always loved the frost.
I don’t know why. Maybe it was the crisp intricate designs it made on my window. Maybe it was the way it crunched underfoot.
Or maybe it was the way it reminded me of you. My flower, you would call me.
Frost kills flowers, my mother always used to say, shaking her head as she fingered the brittle breaking petals of her beloved plants. But not me. I thrived on it. On you. Frost is easy to melt, I told myself. I believed that I could be the one to warm you. Turn those steely glares into looks of love. Be your own personal Supergirl.
Maybe it’s what you wanted. Maybe it’s not. Maybe I shouldn’t still be here, out in the cold, by myself, changing everything for a person who isn’t even here anymore. But I’m not sure how to get back.
Frost kills flowers, my mom always told me. It hasn’t killed me, but it still makes me think of you, still makes my heart ache.
Frost is easy to melt.
Somebody Save Him
No. No. I can’t. Don’t look back. Don’tlookbackdon’tlookbackdon’tlookback…
I looked back. And he was there, just like I knew he would be. He had that gleam in his eye, a look of such heartbreakingly loyal love that it made my knees go weak.
Just take another step.
I couldn’t go back. Not again. Because I knew what was lurking just beyond my own love for him. It was my personal monster, reminding me of all those dark nights in a room that wasn’t his.
He doesn’t deserve this.
I had told him I was going over to my sister’s house. He knew my sister and I didn’t get along most of the time. And when I got home, he surprised me with the biggest Hershey bar I had ever seen.
I had cried that night, thinking of that Hershey bar. In the shower, where he couldn’t see the tears.
And I can’t let him see the tears now.
And today I was finally setting things right. I was giving him back his Hershey bar, and his heart.
No matter what it did to mine.
Maybe I'll Regret You
Someday you’ll read this and wonder how you never noticed.
How every time I talked to you I had my hand pressed to my heart, as if that would keep it in my chest.
How when you looked at me with those eyes, I stopped talking and just stared.
How those Christmas cookies came for you every year, and I beamed when you smiled and said “thanks”.
How you thought I was just being a good friend when I told you she was crazy not to like you.
How that birthday card said “love” at the bottom.
Someday it’ll be too late.
Tidal Pools
Ehhh, just a little blurb. I'm not that crazy about it.
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I’m overwhelmed by a sudden burst of joy. Freedom can do that to you. I grab a pad and pencil and bound down the stairs. Through the door, out into the sea breeze. The waves sing their lullaby as they slip up and down the rocks. The bird soar high above, their own pure joy bursting from their lungs. The wind whistles to itself, and the driftwood scratches out a beat. Scrtch-scrtch.
I pull my headphones out of my ears, shoving them in my sweatshirt pocket. I have better music to listen to.
It’s too cold to be out by the ocean in the middle of this deadpan winter. That’s what my mother always tells me. She hates the cold. I hate the cold. But all I have to do it look out at that shining ocean, that not even the impossible stretch of sky could break, and suddenly I’m not cold anymore.
It’s like this is my own personal world, created for me to create. Designed for me to design. There’s nothing here but me, the song of the beach, and everything that I can ever offer.
Sunlight spills around me in hues of red and gold as I lose myself in all the emotion bursting forth from only the smooth connection of the paper and the lead. It seems like time could go on forever. Just me and my imaginings. I don’t need anything else.
