Writer’s Block

I’ve got writer’s block. This is another endless drabble. I’ll want to edit every mistake but there is no point. For i have writer’s block, and every endless drabble is a novel in its own.

Would You?

What if all those words you all say about me, all of them actually left physical scars? Would you be okay with me walking around with “Fat” carved into my skin, just because you said it once? Would you be okay with “Moron” being permanently on my skin, just because your blonde joke? Would you be okay if my body was covered in scars and bruising from all the names you’ve said? Would you finally learn your lesson? Would you finally realize one word can break a person entirely? Would you actually care? Or would you laugh at all my scars? Would you laugh at all my pain? Would I still be some “Stupid chick” ?

Would you finally learn how much your words kill people inside?

Game of Chess

You think we have a choice in life, do you darling? Well let me hit you with the truth. We are all just pawns in a sick and twisted game of chess. There is never a winner and we all just get killed off in the end.

I don’t Understand

I don’t understand you. You say you love me then go and make me feel horrid. I don’t understand why you want me around so bad, what is it? Money? Am I just an item to you? A thing you can throw away in the end? I don’t understand how you can lie so much and say you care, when you know and I know that all I am is a way for you to move on and use me.

Thoughts of a Mystical in the Real World.

Ah, Halloween. My favorite holiday. I get to be myself under the moon no one realizes that my costume isn’t a costume, for I am the true me. A great, great feeling. It must suck for humans though, they only act faker on that night.

You’re Scary.

” You’re scary ” she muttered at me. I just smirked and lifted my blade. ” You’re imaginary, and that’s scarier ” I said softly and giggled down at the body and blood splattered on the floor and walls. ” But you see I have a saying ” the girl and I said in unison.

” I’m here to destroy you, inside and out. ” we said in unison again.

” I have another one. ” I said and looked at the bloody knife.

” I’m Painting The Roses Red, I’m Painting The Roses Red, Otherwise It’s Off With My Head “

Curiosity

I flipped the pages through my book, happily skimming the pages. After the fourteenth chapter I had realized this book was never complete.

And that left me on the edge of my seat.

I need to write a story, I must complete this book. For the author died young and I am to never perish.

I need to write a story. But about what you may wonder? The story is about a beautiful, beautiful world. Full of mystical creatures so unique and brilliant. But there’s a twist. Most humans won’t understand this world, for they can travel there and have amazing adventures. But it was only a dream in their case. But there are certain ‘humans’, who aren’t humans and are quite magical themselves, to them this world is known as the ‘Dream World’, where they do great things.

Now, let me tell you about the main character, Jay. She’s so mystical and magic in this world know as the ‘Dream world’ she’s a mix of two great creatures. But in the human world she goes by some basic initials ‘A.F’. Now let me tell you about her aunt, her aunt is hilarious and amazing in both worlds, she guides the young girl. Her uncle is great and powerful, and guides them both in his life time.

Now lets move on to the enemies, there aren’t a lot. Now A.F’s mother,  is not an enemy, but not trust worthy to be told about this ‘Dream world’ so A.F and her Aunt and Uncle live in secrecy about the magical place. Only talking about it amongst themselves, and each of them doing their own thing when it comes to magic.

Now in conclusion –

The story ends there. And in small fine print at the bottom it states ‘Create your own ending. Curiosity will get to you’

The ocean

The ocean is the replica of my heart. It’s vast and can take in anyone. It holds mysterious mysteries and never ending wonders. It’s waves are like conflicts. Whirl pools like a piece of my heart.

The ocean is like my heart. Always there. Intoxicating and terrifying. But there’s always a collision someone always sinks, taking a piece of my heart.

This Is A Tale.

This is a tale about a girl who cries her self to sleep. She has many questions. Too many for anyone to ever answer. But the only question she cannot solve is why everyone leaves.

Mother Left.
Her friends left.
He left.
They left.

Everyone left her.

This is a tale about a girl who couldn’t survive. This world was to harsh and rash to keep her heart alive. So she picked up the knife and smiled in delight. No one could leave her. All her questions had answers.

Now the only question left to answer is;

Why did she leave everyone behind.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This stupid work I’m forced to do, no creativity involved. How is this enjoyable? I’d rather die.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Teachers think they know all. But how are they teachers when books tell us all?