My Pandora's Box

Ever since I was a little girl, I've kept my silence. My mom will always fight my own battles for me as she knows how I am (mother knows best). I let people walk all over me and in the end, just cry on to my mom's shoulders and just have her fight my battles for me.

The Separation

His words ripped my heart. The argument that day was short but for me, that was the last straw. I’ve had enough. My words are always misinterpreted. I meant something else and he understood it differently. Is my grammar too Asian?

The Music Boxes

The outskirts of London have changed dramatically since I have set foot upon their cobbled streets. Now markets with dull, chipped paint stand amongst unkempt houses, forgotten by their owners who now only remember the address of the local pub. Monstrous barns and useless soil reside where dense thickets of grass once stood with white, milky flowers peeking though. The only things that remain unchanged are the decrepit streets waiting for unsuspecting travelers to fall into their nooks, and the boys hiding in the alleyways waiting to rob the unwary person.

Andre's Bad Day

The Smiths looked at Andre with disgust. They refused to believe their vicious German Shepard would have ever attempted to take an innocent life. And to offer the remains of their precious Fifi as jerky was despicable.

XTC

Your former chat addiction? Your former love? Your macking partner?

The talker that dared to be different blazed the trail for the talker scene in the early 1996 by melding club and music elements.

Your former chat addiction?

Your former love?

Your macking partner?

Journal Entry

September 23, 1990.

I am yearning... yearning for the time when I will have enough power to destroy this world. This filthy unpurified place you call HOME.

When Love Hurts

I wish I never did.

Our relationship was one of those where promises were said and you?re left alone thinking, maybe he?s not a bad guy after all. Maybe he?ll treat me a whole lot different.

Moonbeams

Eve collapsed into a heap on the ground, clutching the grass as if the green mass was the only thing keeping her from being pulled to the center of the earth. She trembled, feeling as if all the bones that had supported her for the past twenty years had been painfully extracted from her, though concerned onlookers viewed no signs of physical aching. Yet she felt torn away from all these people, their worried voices a distant concern to her own well-being. The deep pain that she was experiencing was of no concern to them.

Tribute to Venus

My friendship with Venus is like a flower that started as a bud and fully bloomed into a most colorful and beautiful flower worth preserving forever.

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