|Taken from a doodle page of mine...|
It's me. Being an idiot. That's in the background... And that's a normal-sized pencil. I'm just really small.
Alice's Respect"Why can't you people just leave me alone!" Alice cried, storming out of the living room.Alice's Respect by KireiChokoreto
When Emmett stood to follow her, Anamerie pulled him back into his seat, "Just give her a minute. She's still adjusting."
Emmett huffed and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know what Dad expects us to do with her. She can't be reasoned with."
"She needs time," Anamerie repeated, eying her older brother, reading his expressions, "Change is hard for everyone."
Emmett threw his head back against the back of the couch and sighed. After a few seconds of silent thought, his eyes turned to his sister, "You seem to be doing just fine," his eyes flashed to the far corner of the room, "You and Darion both."
Darion's eyes peered over the top of the book he was reading when he heard his name.
Anamerie smiled and gave a shrug, "We grew up with constant change. Having things settle down is a gift."
Darion's eyes returned to the page of the book where his thumb marked his spot.
Emmett sighed and closed his
Please Don't, I'm SorryI'm a writer, and I'm terrible with words. What am I supposed to say to a friend standing in my old shoes when I already know that my words mean nothing? I can't conjure up a beautiful, life-changing speech. That's not the type of person I am.Please Don't, I'm Sorry by KireiChokoreto
Words swirl around in my head like "love," "caring," and the phrase "it's not worth it." I want to say it because it needs to be said, but even heartfelt and honest cliches are still cliches. Words like those will mean nothing. They meant nothing to me.
I wish I could go back in time. Treat this problem at the roots. Tell you that I love you at a time when you'll believe me. At this point, my words mean nothing.
No, that's wrong. My words have always meant nothing. I'm not that kind of person. I can't influence other people or make them feel what I feel. At important times, I don't speak; I can't speak. When I need a friend to understand my feelings, I cry. It's all I can do. Words are cheap. Tears say everything.
"I can't stand seeing a you like
A Tale of Confusion Ch. 9*That's Death for Ya*A Tale of Confusion Ch. 9 by KireiChokoreto
We weren't in this new world very long before I learned why Tsuru was so against our coming here. I hadn't been conscious for five minutes before the three of us found ourselves sprinting for our lives. I was the first to run out of energy. My legs gave out, forcing Micah and Lucium to take a stand.
It was then that I got a look at the creatures chasing us. A jaguar and a lioness.
Blue flames shot from Micah's hands at the jaguar. It jumped out of the way as the lioness sprang toward Micah. He dodged, and the lioness landed between Micah and me and Lucium.
Lucium grabbed my arm, forcing me behind herself, "Stay behind me." The lioness swiped at Lucium and Micah took off in a different direction to fend off the jaguar.
Lucium pushed me back, avoiding attacks until we were pressed against a tree. This was the first time since the fight with the bear that Lucium showed no sign of injury. I thought for a minute that her wound had healed. It wasn't until I notic
Life is ChaosI lie awake at night. I need sleep. I need to study. I need rest so that I can focus at work. I can't sleep because I'm worried about something a friend said to me.Life is Chaos by KireiChokoreto
I don't understand anything.
I don't pay attention in class. The book I'm reading is too interesting. I'm smart enough to get by with a passing grade, anyway. It's not like this class is all that important. I'm no rocket scientist, so I won't get a job with too much math.
It makes no sense.
I smile and tell people that I'm having a good day. I play happy songs, wear bracelets that jingle, wear bright sweaters, and dance my silly dances. It's fun, isn't it? We're all so happy with our friends. This is joy. My friends love my beautiful smile.
Bear with it.
I scream and punch the dashboard. It's all I can do. This is the only time I'm alone. I can't let everyone down after I've made so much progress. It's just a phase, anyway. I'll be fine. Don't get everyone worked up for nothing. I'm a happy person.
This is wrong.
I cry into
|I write semi decent stuff, I sometimes draw semi decent stuff, but it's mostly crap, so... If YOU like crap, check it out!|
It's my philosophy to do whatever makes me happy. Cool people think I'm cool, and all the lamoes think I'm insane. There's also a third category of people that just find me entertaining to watch during football games. I enjoy writing about such experiences in my creative writing class.|
Current Residence: A home!
Favourite genre of music: J-pop, Ryuteki flute, anything featuring flute.
MP3 player of choice: Mah Ipod!
Favourite cartoon character: Kaname Kuran (his hair is SO PERFECT!!)
Personal Quote: I'm me, I don't want to be loved for anything less.