PutTheRevInRevenge

Haze. Clouding my vision, and filling me with that odd falling sensation you get just before sleep. Then standing in a street. Dank, dirty, the once neat cobblestones jutting out from use and no one bothering to fix them. I took a step and the stones were as cold and sharp as ice, one slicing deep into the bottom of my foot. My cry was strangled as I was hit by the odor. A reek of sewage, rotting food, and water forming little cesspools on the sides of the filthy street. Kneeling and holding my bleeding foot I coughed, overwhelmed by my surroundings. "Excuse me." The voice was as sharp and cold as the ice cobblestones as my face was brushed

Yelling Over something stupid like doing dishes. Only her yelling, you just cringing, cowering, holding back the tears until you can make it upstairs. You shut the door behind you, pray to a god you don't beleive in. Pray no one will knock. Of course they do. Handing you the little white pill you forgot that morning. She says sorry for snapping, and it stings like a papercut that the words are so hollow. Those three little words that she doesn't mean. How can she be over it so fast as if nothing happened? You say the words too, but then it hurts like a stab through the chest, when you realize you mean them even less than her. You

This is a story of two little girls, One with straight hair and one with curls. The straight haired girl, lets call her Sai, The curl haired girl, lets call her Yai. Now Sai had anything she could want, And Yai had little that she could flaunt. Sai lived in a castle atop a hill, Imagine this now, if you will. Sai had a mom, and Sai had a dad, But for some reason Sai was always sad. Sai had two brothers to play with her, Sai had four cats with silken fur. Sai had a bedroom, with a king sized bed, And a lovely garden in which she tred. Sai had many dolls and toys in her room, But perhaps this is what sealed her doom. Sai's hair

Everyone's life is like a carnival. Some are like the games. Fun, simple, but in the end you only get conned. Some are like the rides. Taking all sorts of twists and turns, and leaving you breathless and exhilarated at the end. Some are like the attractions. A crazy jumble of ideas and actions, some amazing, some frightening. And then there are a few in the world that are the hall of mirrors. Twists and turns disorient, and even the most beautiful can be shown as ugly. And you run through the halls frantically searching for the way out, but too proud to show you were fearful when you run into another in the halls. Turning down th

She was done with it. The lies. Victoria finally realized it was all lies. She lied and lied, but never did anything to stop herself. Wrapped up in her own ego she was desprate to be some one she wasn't. She couldn't draw, she couldn't sing, she couldn't even bring herself to tell those she considered her friends the truth. She was a sham. All she could do was write. Page on page stuffed beneath her bed in the old cardboard box, never to be looked upon again, save by the the box springs and the occasional pencil to roll beneath the edges of the bed. Above, yet another page was being written, another story, another confession. Victoria snicke