SpaceCadette69

"All my life I have been locked up." Voices. Sweet like molasses, sour like lemons. Questions, orders, warnings, threats. They're haunting me. They're always haunting me. They're my one true friend, the only ones I trust. When Ma's passed out on the couch, reeking of whiskey, or when Pa's red with rage, thrashing out at everything in his path, they're there. When I'm at school getting shoved in my locker, sent to the principal's office for "talking to myself" or getting beat up for being for being a freak, they sooth me. When I'm confused, lost, they tell me what to do. They never lie and always have my best interest at heart. They're my co

"When it is darkest, men see the stars." –Ralph Waldo Emerson She sat in the rain, many years ago. Hot tears rolled down her face, mixing with the drops of frozen rain water. It was late, about midnight, on a terrible weekday long forgotten. School had been rough that day. All of the little sixth grader's piers cornered her on the playground, proceeding tease her about her awkward manners, her looks, and her inability to gain a "boyfriend". Among these people was her best friend; or as she referred to him as, the love of her life. After the long, depressing day, she had returned home to find two oblivious parents, greeting her with th

----- Written for School ----- Ever see the sea creature's dance? Ever watch their graceful movements under a bright full moon? Ever listen to the music of the soft rhythmic waves? It begins at about midnight, under the full, white moon with the waves only at a gentle roar in the background. You have to watch keenly or you might miss it. Slowly, the first will appear; covered in strands of sea weed and dripping transparent water. Their scale covered legs shimmering in the moon light as their vibrant blue eyes penetrate the darkness like headlights. These are the Marmalanbian, almost human in appearance, set apart by their scale covered bo