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001 -- IntroductionThere are times I wish I could start at the end. Endings are what people cling to; what we remember when the book has been shut. It's the ending we talk about with our friends and stay up until the early hours of morning pondering about. Perhaps that's why endings are so beautiful—it is only then that we know the truth of all which came prior.

If only our beginnings could be as simple. What are we when we start but a blank sheet, ready for anything to be written. Some of us will be etched with beautiful design, calligraphic texts of love letters sent and responded to; others hastily scribbled upon and then crinkled up and tossed into t

sleepless nightI am a bird,
and you are a cage
and together
we are a bad metaphor
in a teenage
love poem.

We Only Exist In The Now Her eyes wide, the girl stood in front of the mirror. Its surface was covered in condensation. Tentatively she reached out and touched the cold sheen of reflective sweat.
Within the mirror her lips moved, yet in real life they remained stationary, "You are the story teller....?"
Slowly, she nodded, "I am the story teller."
The mirror girl continued to speak foreign words, "Then tell me a story."
This time the real girl shook her head, "I have no story to tell...."
Smiling, the mirror girl flashed her demonic teeth, "Tell me about how he used to sneak into your room at night. Tell me about how he beat

Dear Music. Dear Music,
You save this little lost girl everyday from falling.

Dear Music,
You make me sing my heart out whenever I feel alone,
because singing is grand.

Dear Music,
You're the reason why I'm breathing.

Dear Music,
Without you,
I wouldn't live.

I love you.

Dialogue#1

A Midnight Dancing Lesson:

The Girl: Okay, so we're going to be working on the basic jitterbug, so you need to stand here. That's right. Dancing is kind of like drawing; you need rhythm, too, only instead of your wrists and fingers, it's in your feet and hips. Now take my hand, like this, and a one, two, one, two three! You step forward with your right foot, I step with my left; lean on the balls of your feet- no not like that! Your heels, Benjamin! That's it. Now step back, then your left foot, now bend your knee and do a sort of half step- ow!

PromiseIt was late afternoon, the air turning golden as bars of sunlight fell across the drifting seas of dust, and the only witnesses to it was the three of us, sitting against the far wall, just watching. The only sounds that broke the soft silence was our breathing and the quiet noise of an occasional sip from a straw. The space where Benjamin's shoulder's and side met with mine was warm, crackling with human closeness, and I could see Hanna staring intently at the dancing yellowness on his other side, her eyes smiling, the glass of lemonade clutched in her hands. My eyes kept wandering to the wall, mentally tracing the patterns and co

UndeniableHow do you know when what you feel is real? I've heard this question many times, and even asked it myself. There is no real answer to it, either. Every case is different, but I will provide you a few signs:
When you can finish each other's sentences, when you can simply sit in silence and be perfectly content with only their breathing, when you have no idea what to do with yourself when they're not with you. I don't believe there is ever an exact instant of realization; it's like walking from a dark room into the sun. It's a brief moment of blinding light, so much so that you feel the need to cover your eyes, and yet you know you never

Just a bad dreamJust a bad dream.
Harsh blows.
Broken bodies.
Yellow stars.
It's just a bad dream.
I'm going to wake up,
Won't I?
I always wake up.
It's just another nightmare,
Just like the rest.
Poisonous air.
Cries of pain.
Hunger.
No.
It's just a bad dream.
I've got to wake up.
For Daniel.
For Sara.
I've got to wake up.
Cold winds.
Biting snow.
The unforgiving butt of a gun.
No.
Open your eyes,
Wake up,
And everything will be okay.
Swollen lungs.
Coughing blood.
Reassuring words.
No.
I'm going to wake up,
I'm going to be home
And it will just be a bad dream.
Darkness.
Hope.
A weight being lifted.
I was right,
In a wa

Life isn't fair.Life isn't fair, is it?
That's a funny question.
You hear it all the time.
It becomes part of your life, of your routine, and you except it.
But now, it's taken on a whole new meaning.
At first,
When they broke windows, scattering hard work like glass,
I asked why they were doing it.
"Life isn't fair. Don't worry,"
They told me. I tried.
After all, it wasn't my place.
When they uprooted families and spread words,
I asked why they were doing it.
"Life isn't fair. Ignore it,"
They told me. I tried.
After all, they weren't my responsibility.
When they persecuted and spat at
The boy I loved,
I asked why they were doing

tPS I'll be waitingThe day I woke up- the day I really woke up- there was nobody else in my room. My stomach felt strange and I ached all over, but the panic was gone. I looked around my room; nothing had changed. My records were still lined up against the phonograph, my lampshade still had one of my bras draped over it from the time I had missed the laundry hamper, and my posters of James Cagney and Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn still hung on my wall.
I sat up in bed and cracked my back, yawning. What an awful nightmare. The worst nightmare I had ever had. I blinked a few times.
It was just a dream!

…Of course it was!

I leapt out of bed,

Barbed WireI screamed and reached towards the door where Benjamin's body was disappearing, and I pulled against the guard's strong, lanky hold.  The soldier held me at arms length and started speaking to me, but I wouldn't open my eyes and I wouldn't stop yelling.
"Just kill me!" I cried, tears erupting, struggling, writhing.  "Kill me, too!  Please, please, Benjamin, don't leave!  No, Benji, no, don't go, don't go, you can't leave me alone, take me with you, don't leave me!"
Suddenly, I felt a harsh slap against my cheek and my eyes were jarred open.  It took me a moment, but I recognized

Introductions"Hi, I'm-"

"I know who you are."

"You do?"

"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."

"I have a name-"

"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."

"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."

"Yeah?"

"You're the girl who is broken."

"I am not broken."

"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."

"I sleep well. Besides-"

"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."

"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"

Khet - Prologue (V1)A shallow breath shuddered past small, full lips, and tiny beads of muddy water dripped off the chin below. A cool morning breeze swept down the steep valley walls, stirring silken strands of chocolate hair across the tanned cheek of a small girl.

She was not yet at the age to bare children, but she was already an old hand in the rice fields of her village. From the time she could stand, she'd been hard at work, wading through the swampy terraces of the valley walls, planting small tufts of grasses under the searing spring skies. Her hands were not those of a pampered child, but scarred and rough from years of hard labor, and like the other

In Heaviness We Are HappySometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts

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I've gotten requests for Sara and Benjamin's first kiss, and here it is; on the roof early in the morning of her birthday. He gives her the promise ring his father gave to his mother as a present.

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Critique by ~hakukanna777 Jan 31, 2013, 3:16:05 PM

I personally loved the tecnique of describing, not taking you to imagine some sort of never-comming boy, just a random and also attractive one, I loved the way you made feel nervous your viewers, and I love how everything went on to a perefect flow.
I loved how on-earth everything sounded, and how the description of total shock and warmless also cold feeling (because of nervous) were present on this tiny lecture.
I see a very good author and I see future in the art of writing.
Take care and keep writing, don't lose your tecnique.
I will be glad to see some of your works soon.
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Critique by ~mnisacha Oct 23, 2012, 8:49:29 AM

Well, I apologize in advance for my use of English, I'm still working on it.

To a start, your work can still be polished a bit, but it combines quite beautifuly the innocence of the youth with the philosophy of both restless and restful minds. This leads us to a problem, for there comes a point in the text in wich you switch from the voice of one of the characters to your own, I believe. This voice change not only leads to missunderstanding but kills the beauty of the idea of that the whole philosophic background may belong to the girl herself.

This can be solved, in my view, by using a space to split the lover's situation from the life's 'advice' you start developing next.

At the end of the play, you also overkill it with the sentence 'take it from someone who knows' or something like that. I believe that this shows a bit of ego exess, and it may not be taken possitively. (I partially didn't myself) Maybe you can find a way to end it giving it your touch of experience without 'selling yourself' as egocentric.

I believe, non-the-whise, that you are showing a delightful feeling to us all and a quite good understanding of the youth, but I still insist that you may try not to overkil it.

Great work. Go on!

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:') Shed a bit of a tear here. GAH! If only...

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Very professionally written and breathtakingly beautiful. I could see the whole thing happening in my mind. You've really done well here this. "Painting a picture with you words" as I like to say. This is really phenomenal.

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