Monday, February the 9th, 2009.

Monday, February the 9th, 2009.

It's 5:50AM

The past few days have been extremely hectic. And I probably won't be able to post here for a bit. So I will leave you with a short story that I wrote.

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Sillhouette.



The sky is darkened. Stars sprinkle across the eternal void of colorless absence of light. The cement sidewalk sprinkles with flashy spotlights, flickering, shadows moving throughout it's entirety.

A person, a sillhouette of a person, walks over the sidewalk, casting her evil shadow, of which is making mockeries of her. Telling her she's not good enough, she doesn't belong, that the world is doomed. Others pass her, and their shadows shrink as they do, they lower their head, and quickly pass her, afraid of her. They too, know what she is going to do.


Time passes, only a few moments, likewise eternity.

It slows, as coming from the sillhouette flies drops of darkness. Flying everywhere, slowly landing, spurting from the sillhouettes neck. As she falls, landing on her stomache and breast, the lights flicker again.

The drops of darkness, are crimson red.

And the sillhouette, is a small little girl, laying motionless on the ground.

The others pass, doing nothing more than they did before, not even giving her a second glance.
And the world fades to black.








A girl wakes up, first sitting, observing everything around her. Everywhere around her is a grey world, lacking of colors, or life of any kind. It is neither dark, nor light, just varying shades of grey.

The girl, knows nothing. She wonders, Who am I? Why am I here? Where is this place?

She was uncomfortable, there was nothing moving around here. She felt a sense of incontent, she did not belong here. She sat, for minutes, then hours, days, weeks, months, and years, but nothing changed. The world was still grey, and lifeless, and nothing had altered at all.

One day, she felt a small breeze. Just enough to move strands of her hair. Curious, as to what this sensation was, she decided to stand up, and walk towards where the wind was blowing.

She followed the direction of the wind, and the more she did so, the weaker it was. Eventually, she came across a big circle, in the air, not more than a couple feet off of the ground. Regardless of how she looked at it, and from what angle, it was a circle. In the circle, was a little girl lying on the ground, surrounded by pure darkess, with flickering lights reflecting the crimson off of the pool of blood surrounding her.

The little girl, did not know what to think or feel about this. She kept pressing forward, and the wind started to get stronger, flowing in the opposite direction, towards the circle. The little girl, moved around the circle, and quickly realized that the wind was flowing into it.

She shrugged, and decided to move against the wind. She spent an eternal amount of time walking. The further she got away from the circle, the stronger the wind became, stressing her muscles to keep moving.

She came across a rock. It was like any other rock she saw, but it was not purely grey, instead, it had a slight tint of green. Curious, this girl, never experiencing green, picked up the rock and examined it further. Not wanting to disturb the rock any more than she did, she put it back and looked as far as she could.

She noticed more colors, and even a tree in the distance. She walked further, towards the tree, and the wind blew harder than ever, forcing her to shield her eyes. While she glared at the tree, not so far away, she saw something. A sillhouette of a girl.

Someone else, she thought, and she walked towards the sillhouette. The closer she got to the sillhouette of the other girl, the more the wind picked up in strength.

The little girl, felt a little prick. As she looked down at her arms, they were bleeding a greyish matter, the wind was slicing into her skin. She looked towards the sillhouette, even closer than ever, and decided that she wanted to keep going.

She walked. Then jogged. Then ran. Sprinted as far as she could, pieces of skin slicing off, flowing away in the thunderous storm of cascading wind.

She was now a few feet from the other girl, who was brightly colored. The girl, extended her hand out to the brightly colored girl, in hopes of touching her. But the brightly colored girl, just shrugged, looking at the girls immense lack of state.

The girl could go no further, and cried, and screamed, for the other girl, to take her hand. She just wanted to touch the brightly colored girl once.

She put all her effort into it, taking one great step at a time, and then another, and then another, until her fingertips touched the brightly colored girl.




The world is dark. The sky, black, the cemented sidewalk, cold and still. A lampost flickrs, as a sillhouette of a girl, with her hand up to her neck is there.

The lampost stops flickering, and turns on, illuminating the area, and the sillhouette of the girl. The girl, has her hand to her neck, and a razorblade barely penetrating the skin.

Others pass her, paying no heed as they go on with their night.

The girl, shivers, and her eyes dilate. She thinks about her past, and everything that has brought her to this point. Her family, her so called friends, and everyone that has hurt her, in all ways imagineable.

She then imagines the future. She thinks, "No one has ever helped me. I hate them all. But, no one should ever have to go through what I have." A tear falls down her face, and she removes the razor from her neck, throwing it on the ground, then she walks away.

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