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Burning Embers Chapter VChapter V
I know it’s only been a day but all I can think about is getting back to Raina. What if he does something to her? I never should have gone hunting while she was so fragile. Damn it Seth! How could you have been so stupid? Maybe I can melt the chains then drain the guard. That might work! But only if I have enough strength and power to summon enough fire so that I can melt the chains. She is smart though, getting her Guardian to drain me of my blood to the point where I am practically useless. Wait! The ring that Rain gave me! I can use the power that she stored in it to summon enough fire and break free! God I love that girl, always having a back up energy source just in case. I drew the energy from the ring and used it to melt the chains. I collapsed onto the floor and groaned in pain but I didn't have any time to waste, the guard was opening my cell door. I rushed over and hid behind the door, as he came in and looked around the cell I grabbed him from behind and sank
Burning Embers Chapter IVChapter IV
Wow, society has really changed since I was last here. Well at least I think it has, but for all I know I could have been here last week. Ugh, I hate not remembering. What if people are out there right now looking for me?
“Hey, are you okay there?” I snapped out of my own little world.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wish I could remember... Well remember everything I guess. It’s just so frustrating not knowing who you are,” I sighed. We had been walking around the city for hours, watching the people scurrying along to their jobs or rushing to meet their friends for lunch.
“Hey, wait! It’s daytime! Shouldn’t you be bursting into flames or something?” I had just realised that I had been walking around the city in the middle of the day with a vampire.
“Yeah, if I was a normal vampire then I should be but because we’re soul bound and I’m your Guardian, I can walk around in the day otherwise what would be the
Burning Embers: Chapter 2Chapter II
“Rain, get behind me!” Thane ordered as he drew a beautiful silver stake from his trench coat. Wait he had that thing in his coat the whole time? Where the hell did he put it?
“Oh, calm down will you? I’m not here to hurt her,” The stranger said exasperated. Damn, he is so hot. Dark brown hair, slightly tanned and you could just see a little of his chest thanks to the marvellously half unbuttoned black shirt. Damn!
“Who are you?” barked Thane.
“My name is Seth and I’m here because of her. She called me and I came. It’s as simple as that,” Seth shrugged.
“Wait, what?! I don’t even know you, so why would I call you? And I don’t even have a phone!” I rebuked defensively.
“It was telepathically. You probably didn’t even know you were doing it or that you still are. I am your...Your opekun or guardian if you will. I guess you could probably even say a servant but I prefer guardia
Burning Embers: Chapter 1Chapter I
“Why don’t I know who I am?” I asked scared and confused. Three emotions flickered across his face as I spoke; shock, confusion and uncertainty. Then right back to confusion again. Great seems like he hasn't got a clue what’s going on.
“You don’t know who you are?” he asked, his voice sent shivers down my spine. It was like his voice was sweet but with a hint of danger.
“If I did, do you really think I’d be asking you?” I snapped, wow I’m bitch.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know who you are,” He said softly.
“Fine then, if you can’t tell me who I am can you tell me who you are? Why I’m here? Why you’re here? What the hell is going on? Or why I can’t remember anything?” I questioned, my voice rising with each word and my tone becoming more and more hysteric. The man looked away from my eyes and stared in shock at something near my hand. I turned to see what h
Burning Embers: ProloguePROLOGUE
"But how will I know it's her?" I asked
"You'll know when it's time Thane." Then the voice was gone.
Oh, that's helpful. There's only, what, six billion humans on this Earth! Oh, and an apocalypse going on. Sure no trouble at all, thane, no trouble at all. I though sarcastically, which is unusual for an angel to experience human emotions let alone express them. Then again I guess that's what you get for mingling with humans for hundreds of years. I was just so frustrated with these one word answers I kept getting lately and all these bullshit answers like 'You'll know' and 'Trust yourself', oh and my favourite 'Trust me you'll know'. I can get better answers off of a bloody fortune cookie! How the hell am I supposed to do that, I have no idea what she looks like, no clue where she is, no idea how to find her, or if she's even on earth yet! No I just have to keep flying about and hope I get lucky, hope she falls from the sky or something. I hate freaking prophets and oracles.
As the moon rises, the wolves howl
They call to her when she is alone
When she is sad, they make her laugh
When she is angry, they deliver her pain
When she calls, they must answer.
They are her servants, like lambs to the slaughter
She is the spirit, they are her body
She is the master, they are her slaves
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
There was a girl, so very lost,
She gives her heart, only to have it smashed.
People try to help her find the shards,
But they never can make it whole.
It become mangled and cold,
Protected by a wall, imprisoned.
She locks herself away, to cry out in pain.
So sick of being broken and discarded.
A porcelain doll, so fragile.
That is her, a doll on a shelf,
Worn out and old, dropped so often.
Look closely and see the gaps.
Words never spoken,
Coldness ever present,
Look closely and see the gaps.
Forever trapped within her own heart
She is the porcelain doll on the shelf.
Never moving, always hiding,
Unable to speak or shed a tear,
Stuck on a shelf, collecting dust.
This is her life, forever and eternal,
The cold cruel life is hers.
The Porcelain Doll.
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