*Note* This is the story I have been working on for the longest time, and the reason I haven't been posting on here for a while. It is my best story. If you want to read the rest of it, PM me! And happy 1000 views on my blog!!! *End Note*
Lightchosen
Prologue
The Light was gone
That was the worst thing about this Saints-Forsaken prison. Kasse couldn’t feel the light anymore. Everything was numb. At the start, it had ached, a pain that she couldn’t quell, but no
*Note* So, uh, I realize I haven't posted in a while. I keep starting stories and not finishing them. This one is an idea that has been growing in my mind for a while, and finally I just wrote it out. Obviously it makes sense to me, and all that, but I don't know how it sounds to other people, so comments would be greatly appreciated. *End Note*
Hunting
“855, this is Saka speaking, how may I help you?”
“Yes, hello,” Ensha said slowly, drumming his fingers on the table as he ta
*Note* This is a beginning to a possible story. Feedback welcome and appreciated! *End Note*
Atee stuck to the shadows as he crept through the alleyway. The whole point of stalking someone was to not let them know you were following them. His cloak helped him hide- it was one of the fourteen items, after all. The Forgotten Cloak.
All of a sudden, the person Atee was following dodged around a few people, making Atee lose sight of them. “Sights!” Atee cursed, starting to j
*Note* So this is pretty much the poem I have been writing over the past few days. It gets pretty dark, so just be aware of that. But that's because it is how I feel right now. So, uh, yeah. Enjoy! *End Note*
End of School
stress
stress
stress
everything hanging by a thread
teetering
teetering
about to tip
all I'm doing is trying to hold my grip
stumbling
stumbling
falling to the ground
doesn't anyone want me aroun
So, I haven't been posting a lot here recently. That is not because I haven't been writing- it's because I've been working on a new story, and it is exclusively in PMs.
If you guys want to read it, just post here, the thread I made for it, or PM me.
I realize most of the people that will see this have already posted in the thread, but I figured it couldn't hurt!
Thank you!
*Note* So, this story was written for a deadline, so the ending is kinda rushed. It's a cool concept in theory, but I dunno if I do it very well. I hope you enjoy! *End Note*
Colorless
By Lexie Orgill
I don’t know what called me to the house that night. The house on the corner of the street, at the end of the city. The one that people hurried by in broad daylight and didn’t dare go near it at night. The one that was so different from my cozy apartment, filled with pillows and sill
Sooooo... After three kinda decently depressing poems, I actually have a happy one! So, the background behind this is: I cut my hair. Yes, I know this doesn't sound super important, but all of a sudden I was getting compliments from people left and right, even people that I didn't even know knew me. Thus, this poem. I hope you enjoy!
I never thought
They knew my name
I never thought
They knew I was there
I never thought
They saw me
I never thought
*Note* Soooo it turns out poetry is a really good outlet. Wrote this last night. Hope you enjoy! *End Note*
Expectations
A grip like a vise
Slowly crushing you
They start-
A pebble
A rock
A boulder
An avalanche
Breaking you down
Here a little there a little
Bit by bit
Until you are broken
You want so badly to be enough
But it always feels like you’re never enough
And you spend so long trying so hard
You don’t
*Note* So, originally this poem was my attempt at writing a song, but a) I can't play any accompanying instrument, and b) I had no idea what anything besides rest of the song should be, so I decided to post it here. I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, I know the title has nothing to do with the poem itself, but it actually would have tied in if I ever finished the song)
Every day is a challenge
A mountain you have to surpass
And you go about trying
To measure up at last
I realized I had posted this somewhere else, but not here, so here you go.
*WARNING* Well, I'm not good at poetry, so just be aware of that. Also, I wrote this when I was super frustrated and feeling kinda depressed, so be aware of that as well. *END WARNING*
Do You Know What It’s Like
An attempt at poetry
Do you know what it’s like
To sit alone at lunch every day for three years
Do you know what it’s like
To be lonely, even in a crowd
Do you
*WARNING* I have many warnings to give to you.
1. THIS STORY IS LITERALLY THE FIRST STORY I EVER WROTE, SO IT IS REALLY BAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. The reason I am including these older stories is partly for myself, so I can see how I have improved, and partly so you guys can laugh at the absurdity of my past writing.
2. This is a Wings of Fire fanfiction, so if you have not read those books, they will make no sense. Just saying.
Actually, I guess I only have two warnings to give
Tsunami
By Lexie Orgill
I was watching cartoons when the first warning came.
I know, I know. It’s silly, a 15 year old girl, curled up on the couch, watching Scooby Doo. I just needed to feel safe, and for me, the safest I can feel is watching something so silly, real life doesn’t feel so scary any more.
My parents were off on one of their fancy vacations. This one was to Hawaii. I didn’t care. Every time I went with them, I just sat in a so-called ‘luxury’ hotel. Te
They should have known better. They should have known not to antagonize me. They should have known I would retaliate. They should have known that they were not strong enough to stand against me. They should have known that any attempt to resist was futile, and that it would only make me even more mad. They should have known that with each crazy antic, my hate would have been stoked.
Yes, they should have known better.
But I should have known better than to destroy the world.
-
The nightmare always began with darkness. An all encompassing void that swallowed life.
Then, a flickering, unsteady light that cast looming shadows across the ground.
That was when the man was supposed to run. He knew based on the previous nightmares what they wanted from him, at least at the start. Whenever he tried to fight it, she took control, moving him here and there.
So he ran. Better to run and maintain some sense of control than to place himself in her hands.
He
