VannisLiterature2013

The date was July 21, 1763 and it was an ordinary day for the Harris family of four. There was the mother Ellen and her two children Gabriel and Claire. There was also the husband and father James who wasn’t around much because of the war that was happening outside. So it was just Ellen, Gabriel, and Claire most of the time. The day was young and the Harris family had many things they had to do; cook, clean and finish the disposition of their small log cabin in the village. By seven o’clock in the morning, Gabriel was already finishing up the construction of the cabin. Unlike most children his age, Gabriel was quite different. In

I remembered it all; my family, my friends, my sister, my life. All of it. I couldn't believe it at all. I went to my house after I woke up and soon realized no one was home. This was unusual because mom was usually home working until midnight. I wanted to see my family more than anything in the world, but they weren't around. Maybe they were asleep and I thought I shouldn't disturb them at this hour. As I left, I heard a crying over near the pond I woke up in. I approached the noise and it was my mom and my sister. They were crying on a body but this was no body, it was my human body. They must have found it in the pond after I died. My dad

There he is again He looks so perfect At least through my eyes But when I'm around him There's a pain in the pit of my stomach At the same time, butterflies I tell my self that I don't love him But then there's a gnawing guilt Of lying to myself I still feel love for him But it hurts It hurts so much Because I know that he doesn't love me The painful thought of being rejected Crosses my mind He doesn't know I love him He probably thinks I'm a weirdo Or a stalker So when I'm around him A mix of emotions surround me I feel happy to see him But sad to know we can never be anything More than friends I feel angry at myself For letting my heart fa

I want to remove this paint in my face To be simple and be myself Uncomfortable in this gorgeous phase True beauty, I want to see for yourself I don't need any eye liner Making my eyes dark and sad It isn't good nor better For me, I look like bad I don't need a lipstick Coloring my lips cherry red It makes me sick, and i can't speak For it is being said I don't need a makeup, I am beautiful People just don't see its true They want me to put some more, plentiful For they are used to They make me look like a clown If I wore makeup again For me, they are putting me down Like saying that I'm ugly for being me, now and then -SL

Dark voices hit her ears, calling her name with nothing but ill intent. Only when the silence became too much did she give in and answer. A timid call of, "who's there?" was all the shadows needed to know that she was theirs now, and as one sickly, gray hand reached out towards her, nail as long and sharp as talons and fairly dripping with what looked like blood, they realized their mistake. An ear splitting scream filled the air, but not from the girl. As a blinding light spread out from around the child, the shadows screeched and shrunk back. Emma Frost shot up in bed with a gasp, breathing sporadic and eyes wide. The Moon shone throug

Boy: You’re beautiful. Girl: Stop lying to me! Boy: I’m telling you the truth. Girl: No, you’re not. I have scars, bruises, and cuts all over my body! How can you say I’m beautiful?! (Begins to cry) Boy: Because you are. Girl: Cut the crap! I’m not beautiful! I have been told through out my life I’m worthless, stupid and most of all ugly! So don’t tell me I’m ‘beautiful!’ (The girl throws her fists at the boy) Boy: (grabs girl by her hands and hold them still) Who told you those lies? Girl: (struggles to get free but fails) Everyone, everybody, my father, my mother and anybody who b

I like the Nights. What about you? It gives me time to think; to get away, to focus. I can rest my mind and spirit, as well as see what to do. The Nights always will be there, with time to think and time to breath. The Nights relieve your stress, as well as keep you calm and sane. With them, my spirit will never wane. I see the truth with Night. I feel safe with Night. No matter what, I feel no fright. I need no other light. When I speak to the Night, I ask myself, 'What do others think? Why am I so different? How is it one can be so wrong yet so normal?' Things are different with the Night; I can speak freely and no one will care, I can see

We lie together in the dark the pale shape of you sleeping rising and falling in the heat I run my hands over the curves of your form and the walls the curling corners of posters and the four poster bed. naked except for your shirt the sound of the floorboards creak in the hush under the soles of my feet. stopping to smile at the faded play on words I can make out in the dark "lettuce be" outside the window (and in my mind) rain falls soft on wood.

                                        How are you? I am fine, thank you.                                                                       Stop lying…                                    How was your weekend? It was great, tons of fun!                                                Besides the nights I spent crying….                                  Are you sure you’re okay? Yeah, of course I am fine.                                                    No I’m not I am in so much pain….                                Can you imagine being alone? No, that would be horrible!