Chapter 1 of my untitled novel by Xandraeia, literature
Literature
Chapter 1 of my untitled novel
"Raise your hand if you feel uncomfortable in your own skin."
I gaze around our small circle. I don't even remember why I bothered to come here in the first place. After all, everyone else here had bigger issues than mine to take care of, and people tend to not care about the details when it comes to others' problems. I decide to start to bite my nails to pass the slow time.
I notice that no one raises his or her hands. We all want to seem sane even though it's obvious that none of us are.
I accidentally rip my fingernail and it starts bleeding. Crap.
The leader's name is Caroline, I think. I can't read her nametag from here. She started
In the great house there are many, many rooms.
Fuchsia, indigo, scarlet, saffron, maroon.
A room for every color one can think of.
Each color showing anger, passion, confidence, love.
Come hither, darling, let's see this one painted black.
Look at this portrait of a girl hidden in the back.
Notice her young but warn face,
even the blind can see subtle tears traced.
She's on the short side, chubbier, with sunken in eyes,
as if the poor girl has used up too many of her tries.
Scattered across the floor one can see
her journal pages, begging for forgiveness, to be free.
This poor girl has been tossed here and there
when it's really
Oh, darling, please believe me
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never make it alone
The months, weeks, days click by swiftly
Dear, I know you'll be gone before I can even say goodbye
A whisp in the wind as I try to grab onto your scent
How will I survive with you a million miles away?
My dear, time is simply slipping through our fingers
Soon, so, so, soon, our time will be up.
My tears will be stripped away from me
And simply no one will be there to collect them.
I'll be all alone in this world with no one to hold
And no one to hold me in return.
I'll cry, oh how I'll cry.
I can feel myself break just at the thought of y
He sits in the corner in his small cramped case.
Poor dear is choking with lack of breathing space.
His black, scarred body is hidden away.
"Why can't I be taken out to play?
Whoever said that I could be replaced?
Sullen, unappreciated, defaced?
Who's to say which guitar has better sound?
I used to be the most loved around.
Oh, how I was the most loved around "
Poor dear, that poor, dear guitar is crying.
I gaze longingly at the corner where it lies.
My painted fingernails reach for the guitar.
I begin to play "Just the Way You Are".
I miss my old guitar like I miss an old friend.
I wish our closeness never had to end.
Chapter 1 of my untitled novel by Xandraeia, literature
Literature
Chapter 1 of my untitled novel
"Raise your hand if you feel uncomfortable in your own skin."
I gaze around our small circle. I don't even remember why I bothered to come here in the first place. After all, everyone else here had bigger issues than mine to take care of, and people tend to not care about the details when it comes to others' problems. I decide to start to bite my nails to pass the slow time.
I notice that no one raises his or her hands. We all want to seem sane even though it's obvious that none of us are.
I accidentally rip my fingernail and it starts bleeding. Crap.
The leader's name is Caroline, I think. I can't read her nametag from here. She started
In the great house there are many, many rooms.
Fuchsia, indigo, scarlet, saffron, maroon.
A room for every color one can think of.
Each color showing anger, passion, confidence, love.
Come hither, darling, let's see this one painted black.
Look at this portrait of a girl hidden in the back.
Notice her young but warn face,
even the blind can see subtle tears traced.
She's on the short side, chubbier, with sunken in eyes,
as if the poor girl has used up too many of her tries.
Scattered across the floor one can see
her journal pages, begging for forgiveness, to be free.
This poor girl has been tossed here and there
when it's really
Oh, darling, please believe me
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never make it alone
The months, weeks, days click by swiftly
Dear, I know you'll be gone before I can even say goodbye
A whisp in the wind as I try to grab onto your scent
How will I survive with you a million miles away?
My dear, time is simply slipping through our fingers
Soon, so, so, soon, our time will be up.
My tears will be stripped away from me
And simply no one will be there to collect them.
I'll be all alone in this world with no one to hold
And no one to hold me in return.
I'll cry, oh how I'll cry.
I can feel myself break just at the thought of y
He sits in the corner in his small cramped case.
Poor dear is choking with lack of breathing space.
His black, scarred body is hidden away.
"Why can't I be taken out to play?
Whoever said that I could be replaced?
Sullen, unappreciated, defaced?
Who's to say which guitar has better sound?
I used to be the most loved around.
Oh, how I was the most loved around "
Poor dear, that poor, dear guitar is crying.
I gaze longingly at the corner where it lies.
My painted fingernails reach for the guitar.
I begin to play "Just the Way You Are".
I miss my old guitar like I miss an old friend.
I wish our closeness never had to end.
Thanks so much for all the birthday wishes, I love you all way too much! <3
So today I got lots of stuff, even though I haven't opened up my birthday presents yet I'm going to do that soon!
My friend Grace gave me a whole bag full of My Little Pony toys and a 20% cooler shirt, omg, I was so happy. I'm going to be quite the collector.
Then my mom took me shopping. I bought a "Doctor Who the Brilliant Book 2012" which is pretty much just a crap-load of Doctor Who stuff crammed into a book which I will never stop reading, a Crystal Pony Pinkie Pie (that I bought completely by chance!) some MLP:FiM cards (I got pinkie pie and vinyl scratch!
So I kinda suck at drawing and writing and everything, which is why I haven't posted in like a year. So sorry. I'm sure I don't have any fans I'm disappointing.
JAMES PATTERSON WHAT THE FUDGE
WHY WOULD YOU END THAT SERIES LIKE THAT I MEAN, REALLY
SO MANY THINGS LEFT UNTOUCHED AND TOO MANY STUPID THINGS TOUCHED UPON
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
I LOVED THAT SERIES AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO
"HAHA YOUR MAIN MARY SUE WAS JUST KILLED OH WAIT NEVERMIND NOW SHE'S JUST BEING TESTED ON SHE'S BLIND NOW WHOOPS AND WE CUT OF HER WINGS EXCEPT WE DIDN'T
OH I BUILT UP THIS ARC ABOUT FANG BEING TOUGH, AND MOVING ON, AND HAVING A NEW CREW. OH WAIT NEVER MIND LET'S BRING BACK ARI FOR THE THIRD TIME AND HAVE HIS NEW BUDDIES BETRAY HIM. EXCEPT WHEN THE REST OF THE KIDS DON'T BETRAY HIM HE'S JUST GOING TO DITCH THEM AND LE
My friend sent me this message, I thought it would be best if you knew:
Hi everyone! just posting this here, this is from tumblr. i dont know how accurate this is/ if its true but... i just want everyone to be safe and aware of whats going on so you all stay safe!
"So I just found out there’s a threat going around about people that are looking to harm Homestuck cosplayers at cons, even kill them. To the point certain conventions are hiring more security according to a reliable source. So please guys, if you’re a Homestuck cosplayer at conventions try to stay in a group. Be safe. I don’t know where all the threat is, but it is being taken seriously enough to hire more security at my con."