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 Oh, I couldn't quite believe it. Even when I was watching my funeral, I was still in denial. I'd wake up the next morning and shrug the dream off. But deep down, I knew that I was just trying to rationalize my death. It just wasn't fair. Sure, I went out in a blaze of some kind of glory, but who ever said I wanted to die a hero? I knew there was a reason I hated Valentine's Day so much. Ever since I was little, the whole idea, a sugar-coated form of love covered in chocolates and those sour hearts with the messages on them, topped with presents or guilt trips that lasted throughout the year. On the side, there was all that encouragement to

If you were me, and I, a tree, then...I'd photosynthesize? No, that amount of light's ridiculous. I'll try again. If you were the tree, and I, me, then...well, what does prove? I'm still me. I'll try again. If I were you, and still, you were the tree, the language would just become more difficult. I'll try again. If perhaps, I was the grass, could I ever reach the heights obtained by the leaves? Never mind, I only had hope because they were green once too. I'll try again. If natures grow to interlace, and with the smallest knot become irrevocably tangled, the solitary sock had a reason.

This whole story happened When I wasn't very old. It was in the middle of third grade And as usual, I had a cold. I also had a friend, Her name is irrevelant. And I was doing a research project, On a narwhal, not an elephant. This exposition goes on, So that reader knows. There's a boy in this story, Or this wouldn't be how it goes. I didn't like him at all, A frequently-said tale that was very tall. My friend said that she felt the same, And because she was my friend, I believed her claim. This introduction is still not through, But don't worry, the last part is that he was doing a project too. So for a couple of weeks, W

I don’t have a lot of time to be writing this. You see, I’ve got someone waiting for me. Or, rather, I will as soon as they get up. I don’t sleep very well in this house, considering what it’s made out of, so I usually stay up when I’m here. Though I’ll pretend to sleep for my someone. Wait. Does my not using names bother you? I would have thought you would have said something by now. If it does, then I just won’t be writing in this book. I mean, I’d like to, since I think that this will help me a bit, but it’s just that I don’t trust the secret part of this. ...Sorry, I probably should give

When she’d gotten out, it had been a shock to realize that it had all taken place in only two days. It had felt like so much longer. Of course, she’d been…asleep, for most of the end until the deaths of the leader and Teren, but everything else had also been…so….it was hard to describe. Culisi had wanted to stay away, but as the anniversary came, it was too much to try and ignore the next night. Kira had been a bit hard to track down, but eventually, she found her. Having already knocked on one of the doors of a duplex, she waited. “You said thirty minutes on the phone, not ten, that pizza had better not be some

The Sapile Journals. January 12, 2008 It was just like all the others. "Lily, honey, he'll be here in five minutes." I groaned. She had prepared another date for me, with another random guy who was the captain of some random sports team and had a 4.0 average and a good reputation and was going to college and had a promising future and was "just the sweetest boy". This month's flavor was named "Michael Brown". I had to test the last name. "Liliath Brown. Liliath Rae Brown. Liliath Rae Sapile-Brown. Argh, just, no." I stared into the bright abyss of my closet. The purple sweatshirt...the neon one that I'd gotten last month for "Andrew 'Andy

“And like I said, it was just so horrible!” I stared at the bottom of my empty coffee cup, wondering if I should ask for another. Tracy had already been a bit surprised after my tenth cup. I was a bit more aware when this happened these days, my left hand, the one I wrote with, drifting up towards my hair. It helps me think, I guess. “Aiden, are you even listening to me?” “Well…yeah.” I doubted it, but a lie could work. Hopefully she hadn’t said more than it was horrible. She tossed her fake blond hair back before saying anything else. Her hair looked stupid. There was a dull orange color at the roo

Choices Choices, indeed. The choice I made to come down here and write in this strange little book. Or the choice I could have made not to. Your name is Aeta, right? Though I don’t know why I ask. I remember. I remember everything. Which sometimes makes me wish that I remembered nothing. Or just some things. But then I’d be like Resa. I actually pity Resa, since it’s not her fault. Unlike Akita. It’s hard to pity her. Resa is actually stuck the way she is. Akita just has scars, because her problems aren’t here any more. They’re somewhere else, plotting to do things to her, but really not affecting her. I tend

 Kara sighed and quickly flipped through the pages. No one had written in the book since she’d bought it. ‘I’ll probably’ might as well just have been ‘I will’. “Now…what to write about?” The book decided for her, writing down a name she knew. She grimaced, even though she knew that it was what she would have thought of on her own anyway. A pen appeared by the book as if it knew that she had accepted the idea, and after picking it up, she began to write. After some amount of time passed, the page looked like this. Teren Fene This book is stranger than I thought. My writing normally does not look