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Winter SolsticeHave you ever wondered what would happen if you had never met that one person? If you had decided to stay at home rather than go to some stupid party? Not that it really matters now and as much as I think about the whatif’s, I honeslty wouldn't change a thing apart from the ending. My name is Seth Lockwood and this is the story of how I died.
Back in 1801, the night of the Great Autumn Ball, my brother, Chase, and I had started to fall in love with the mysterious but beautiful Rayne Souverie. Both Chase and I had never really seen her for more than a few seconds until that night. She was always surrounded my men as they begged for the next dance, but she almost never accepted. When had seen her briefly from a far at other functions looking as bored as we felt. But I guess that night changed everything.
We had been brought into nobility when mother had remarried. We had not grown up in such a society like all the others. Chase and I were rather rebelious and always competing or fi
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.
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
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.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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