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Dear Journal-                Dearest Journal? Darling Journal? I've never kept one of these before. Obviously, because I’m two seconds in and already I sound like a complete idiot. That takes some talent, I suppose. Anyways, I don’t exactly know why I’m writing in you. It feels a bit redundant, scattering my rambling thoughts onto this page, but what the hell. Mom told me I needed an outlet, and now here I am, with absolutely nothing to say.                High school’s going great. That’s something. It’s also a lie, but most things are just a little. That sounded

    "Girls    whose bodies are not their own;    who are meant for decoration    and cannot decorate themselves,    who are meant for pleasure      and cannot pleasure themselves,    who are meant to be examples    and cannot exemplify themselves,    give them wings    to fly far, far away,    taste freedom in the sky,    and see it for what it should be:    a right, not a privilege.    Every girl    who is considered a possession    or a prize    or a plaything,    who lives    confined by people    who call condescension “love”    and manipulation “compromise”    and fear “respect&#

What had he done to deserve this? Those fingers which had rolled so many cigarettes- now to explore the intricacy of her fragile, foreign form. Her fingers, so unknown to the itch of addiction- What had he done to deserve this? Those lips which had so often touched the mouth of a bottle- now to touch hers in a frenzy of tender meetings and openings. Her lips, so unused to the abuse of alcohol- What had he done to deserve this? Those hands which had before roamed the curvature of another compliant beneath him- now to wander along the pale expanse of her untouched body. Her hands, which shook at the unfamiliarity of disrobing another, touchi

Sometimes when she looked at him, she could see the boy he must have been. Just there, that gleam in his eyes when he laughed, that dimple on his cheek when he smiled, the curl of his hair in the early morning. Perhaps being with someone for so long, you see all sides of them- the past, the present, the ever changing future. You glimpse what it must have looked like when they saw their first snow, when they felt the cold particles gather on their hands, melt on their tongue. What first heartbreak must have been like- whether it was a lifelong pal named Rusty, or a girl from junior high they thought they would give anything for. That's

I am the offspring of over-sized denim jackets, of long strands of straight hair, of crimson-painted lips, of screaming vocals echoing from a small source, of too much alcohol and too little time. I am the offspring of hushed words in the darkness and the dizziness of constant travel, of dirty upturned pennies and the tar that gleams hot beneath the summer sun, of dandelions that are crushed underfoot, of the late night stillness where the loudest thoughts grow. I am the offspring of whirlwind emotions, adult tidal waves crashing against youth's shore. I am the offspring of the missing piece to the nearly finished puzzle, of the last s

    There was an eerie stillness settled over the once-rough sea. The Voyager and her crew had slipped into a deep sleep for what seemed like the first time since they had first set off with the three civilians. Only the girl was left, the youth who had once seemed so distant to now be more at home among the crew and the Captain than with her sister and her fiance back on the colonies.    On this late October night, the Captain seemed the only one awake. His strong build stood behind the helm, his hands resting on it idly. No ship-sinking waves seemed to want to disturb their peace, a welcome change considering recent events. His cerulean e

Dear me, how I agree, the thought jumbled in its entirety. Whisk, and what's this? all things got lost in a stolen kiss. When torn down, feeling surrounds, blended murmurs in this room made of sounds. Darling lovers, hesitant they hover, beneath this tumultuous sea of covers. Cluttered and rough, never enough, unsatisfied by their hurried huff. Deep doubts, casual bouts of simplicity-filled and peaceful routes. But young at heart, lost from the start, the two, the few, will tear each other apart.

  " Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. "                                                                                   - Emily Dickinson The bright glow of Christmas lights seeped in many colors through the hospital window, along with the inkling of dawn. I knew this had to be the day. Dr. Scholtz has promised us once when Momma got into hospice, God's angels would sweep her up into their waiting wings, to soar into heaven and keep her safe.  Daddy promised me that she'll watch me grow up from the first row of the seats of forever.    I loved Momma, and I knew God would protect her. Even as her skin stretc

  Sylvia stood in her room, her hands at her sides. Her golden hair glinted with sunlight, almost like an angel. An angel with rosy cheeks, freckles, and a country accent. Her face was expressionless as she watched Damian from across the room, but something in her light blue eyes showed that she felt tortured.  " There's no reason for you to stay, " She said quietly, bluntly. She flicked her gaze to his. He swiftly got up out of the ottoman and walked right up to her, pressing her against the bland pink walls of her room. Her hand rested against the wall and he entwined their fingers, and something in his voice was full of deep, relentless

There was a clash of something against the surface of the dark water, causing ripples to shift it's otherwise calm surface. Julianne sat perched on the rock, her binoculars resting on her chest. Pushing her glasses up with her fingertip, she tried to recall the spot where she had seen this disturbance. Grabbing her binoculars, she gazed through them. Through the nearly opaque water she saw a silvery form beneath the dark waves, nearly thirty feet away.   No.. It couldn't possibly be coming towards her. There it was again! Only closer, now about half the distance as before. A huge, almost triangular shaped object splashed the surfa