Some Simon/Holly dialogues"We should climb up there—we'd have a fantastic view of the ocean," said Simon, gesturing to the nearly vertical pathway that wound its way up the side of the cliff."No," she replied with complete and utter finality. "No, absolutely not, that has 'no' written all over it.""Come on, live a little—have an adventure! Leave your comfort zone!""I don't want to have an adventure. I'm content with safe mediocrity, thank you."---"Stop being an asshole, Simon.""I might be mistaken, but I think that calling a terminally ill person an asshole inside a church might be a sin," he told her.Holly shrugged. "But didn't the Bible say that telling the truth will set me free?""Touché."---"Well, that's life," said Holly flatly."Yes, but I don't have the greatest track record at life, do I?" replied Simon. "It's like I missed the memo. Really, I don't get why it's so difficult for me. What is life, anyway? How do you life?"---"Sometimes it just feels like I'm going crazy," said Holly. "
Melodrama"Oh, good morning, Simon."Simon looked up from the bowl of cereal he was fixing himself and grinned. "Good morning, yourself. Just fixing some breakfast before we head to town—no other food here and I'm half starved.""Good luck with that," said Holly, regarding the pile of bran flakes that sat inside the bowl. "There's no milk left.""What?""There's no more milk. Ran out of it last night and I didn't have time to make it to the grocery store.""But I already poured my cereal!" said Simon with distress."That's unfortunate," replied Holly. She then watched with perplexity as her temporary flat-mate set the bowl on the counter, walked over to his cot and collapsed into the sheets. "Simon, what are you doing?" she asked.Simon threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "All that trouble for nothing," he moaned. "What is this? What is my life?!""Simon.""This is a cruel world." The young man rolled onto his stomach, dragging the covers with him until he
The Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From ThereFor my AP Language and Composition class, we were supposed to write an essay on a controversial topic. I chose Rape Culture.An important line that seems to be blurred when it comes to sexual advances and the act of sex itself is the idea of "when does no mean no". If a woman is blackout drunk yet still asks for sex, even though she might not remember it in the morning, surely it isn't against her will? Or if a girlfriend says no, maybe she's just playing hard to get, right? Wrong. No matter the innuendos and no matter the situation, 'no' does in fact mean 'no'. Regardless of how drunk the person is or what they are wearing, there is never an excuse for rape or an 'invitation' for sexual assault. But the question is where did this mindset begin and why is it acted upon so often and without reproof?The catalyst and the enabler of rape is much more complex than just a man's lust: the crux of the issue lies in the idea of "Rape Culture". Rape culture is a society in which people of all a
Remember METwo slits across the road,but never down.She wrapped her wrists in gauzethen quietly took off.The word 'Failure'sketched smoothly on her thighsas oozing rivers of redslid gently down her legs.She cries every night, you know.She screams all the time.She doesn't understandwhat she's worth.she doesn't find it easyto linger in this worldand her only supportsome scissors and a blade.He tells her it's okaybut she won't let him stayaround.She won't take him serious"he still doesn't unerstand."A simple word won't make us stay.A simple, "I've been there before"won't make us think.I bite my pillow through the night.Hold bleeding fists against me tight.The simple morals don't make things rightwhen all this darkness is filled with fright.She told me she could save meSaid life is just a joke.But when the sun falls downand when the moon rises upShe wrapps herself in sorrowand never let's it goCuz when she's all alone and feelsfeels coldness breathe her inShe finds
LostLost in the choices,that are difficult to make.Lost in my mind,I can no longer concentrate.Lost in the world,I cannot find my place.Lost in the time,I begin to lose my pace.I've lost all hope,I can no longer cope,I am all alone,In this cruel world.I can no longer trust,Drown in the frust.Drown in the dark.A spark of light may appear,But I no longer want to care.Think I'll remain as such,Until my life stops,And be forever lost.
SolitudeI'm all alone in this lonely room,looking for an escape from this very dull gloom.Save me from this solitude that breaks my soul,save me from this unhappiness that leaves my chest with a hole.It's so sad to be alone,it's so sad to be unknown.This lonely world that we call home,is nothing more but solidified boredom.Thats why I need you to be there when I long for you,I need you to be there when I heavily call for you.I'm not asking for more than a little speck of your attention,just be there to cure my desperation.I'm just a sad little boy longing for the truth,and you'll be the answer to my melancholic cure.It wouldnt hurt you one little bit that I can assure,all you have to do is sit there and pretend to be interestedin a way that I'll be allured.You're the only thing that makes me feel alive,you're the only thing that acts as my guiding light.I'm just a sad little boy whose in his very dull room,can you give me a speck of attention so I know I'm not alone?
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips."I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that."I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired."Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.Ella was supremely unconcerned."Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
The Beacon And The BugI was wishingI was kissing youand wishingyou were wishing,tooand missingthis little thingyou doand singingsongs that makeme think of you
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookFor how i dressWhat music i listen toMy opinionsMy faultsMy everythingI sit in bed and cryNot because of what they say hurtsBecause it doesBut because I'm not appreciatedI'm aloneWondering down a pathCalled lifeI try my bestBut nothing worksI don't eat because I'm "too fat"I listen to my music loud to block all the wordsThose words that will stick in my headMake me cut againI don't want thatI just want to be freedI feel so trappedI cant explain itI begin to have feelings for someoneThey aren't ever mutualI sit and realiseOnce again my hopes are dashedIts a vicious cycleTruth isI've never been told how to loveI've never experienced itI'm cluelessI feel emptyYet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeksI realiseMy depressionHas taken hold of me
Cup of loveWhere would any of us be without love.I have rocked back and forth in my chair.I see the things that matter most to us.Planting seeds in a cracked surface. You will be coming home soon to rest.I count my heart beats on one knee.The wind blows away my winters breath.Saving your thoughts in cigar boxes. I see smoke tendrils rising from my tea.You and I are not so different.Spring is creeping around the back kitchen door.The earth is shedding its winter blanket. Love is in the air.Children laugh and women cry.Candy store wishes.Kisses stolen while eyes closed. Dreams are coming true.I see them all around me.One last thing to do.Count my blessings.
The Three MusketeersThey fight for the King,Defend his Queen.Protect the innocent and those in need.Even at the cost of their very own lives.They stand as one, and together they'll fall.Each other they got,Musketeers they are!
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