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If My Heart Was a House 5Chapter 5: Only the Beginning. . .Waking up in a hospital bed, bruised and gashed is the last place I want to be. The time I woke up was when the nurse was inserting a new IV into my hand. "W-what happened?" I mumbled, the nurse looked at me and smiled warmly. "You were in a little accident sweety." Pfft, little? I nodded softly. "Ok, what's the damage?""Well, other than bruising and cuts here and there, you should be good. But we're going to keep you over night to monitor you just to be safe." I nodded as I watched her leave the room. I can't believe this happened, it all seems so unrealistic. I looked up at my IV and watched the clear liquid run down the thin plastic tube. "This is perfect, one damn deer in the middle of the road and I swerved into a boulder.""God, what happened!?" I looked over to my mom standing in the doorway clutching my younger cousin in her arms. I smiled and shrugged lightly. "Deer ran in the road, I'll be fine but they're keeping me overnight to monitor me
Honey and the BeeMy back against the tree,as I sit here and watch,the Honeyand the Bee.
Hospital FlowersI lay there and stare at the flowers to the side of me.They were pretty, but they were there for a reason,a replacement.a stand in.They think that if the flowers are here,they wouldn't have to be.Tears slipping onto my gown,monitor beeping,I miss them.Flowers mean nothing,But people?Family?They mean everything. . .but yet they never came.
The Technicolor PhaseI love music for a reason.Rhythm is one,And lyrics are the other.If a song has a good beat,My heart beats in sync.If the lyrics are true,Then I fall in love all over again.
Plant LifeI watch with interest,With fear.The person trappedBetween two worlds.A bear in the den,A demon trapped in my head.Wounds get betterBut never the scars
Beautiful Feathers Ch. 1Chapter one: Just Met"You think I wanted to have you!? Ha! I should've aborted you when I had the chance!"I winced at my mother's rants. The look on her face was palpable with anger and frustration. My mouth opened slightly to try and utter a word but I stopped when I felt the sharp sting on my cheek from her hand. "Don't you say a word! You're just like your worthless father! A pathetic liar!" Another slap stung my cheek but I wasn't crying or tearing behind my lashes. I was used to her hits and words by now, but that didn't mean I'm not emotionally scarred."God, you know, the only reason I've ever stuck around for you was because of the car crash!" I scoffed. "Stuck around? The only place you've ever stuck around was the street corners!" Another slap met my cheek and I didn't budge, I was pushed to the limit. "You know, mom? I have always been there for you and you've always managed to break me but not this time! I've had it! I'd try to help but you just won't let me!""Help!? You
If My Heart Was a House 1Chapter 1: Coffee SwirlsIt had been a normal day for me, I'd sit at the local café place and sketch whatever sparked to mind. Today, in particular wasn't a good day for me. Some days I would be bursting with ideas and creations but on others I drew a blank. I sat there, cappuccino and pencil at my side, staring at my vacant sketch book. Biting my lip, I sighed. "Having the need to be creative and creating nothing." I blew out a huff of air causing my bangs to rise up. My cappuccino's steam rose from the cup, swirling away into thin air. I smiled. "Look's like I found my inspiration for today." I took a swig of the warm liquid and began to sketch a coffee cup having colorful swirls of steam burst from the cup and engulf the page. "Nice sketch, as always." I looked up and my eyes met my cousins as she sat down at the chair in front of me. I nodded in return. "When are you ever going to publish your work, Yaz? You have the talent, all you need is the proper presentation." I sighed.