conquer-the-night

Being a teenager is a lot like flying a plane for the first time, you’ve had years of practice and you sort-of know how to do it but your not 100% sure; you just hope you don’t crash into the ground. Whether it is the plane of life or a literal plane, you always end up being disappointed. For the past hour I have been exercising my plane-of-life pilot skills and nothing has happened so far. The only thing that I have noticed is a change in my appearance. Although I highly disagree with big, dark bags underneath your eyes being a major appearance changing experience. It’s 1:01AM; it should be illegal to be up this late. As of to

Thunder crackled overhead as I carefully manoeuvred my way down the wet, pebble stone stairs of the ballroom and wound my way onto the congested street. I ripped my white heels off and gathered up my dress as I broke into a sprint. Rain spattered the front of my dress and ruined my hair which had taken hours to prepare but I didn’t mind. People stared in bewilderment as I, a runaway debutante, pushed, barged and kicked my way through the crowds. I had somewhere to be and I had to get there before it was too late; it was a matter of life and death. I turned left at the first intersection and right at the second, not once did I slow down;

“Ryot? Oh god. Ryot, are you okay?!” Raisin, my cousin, rushed into the room; her voice emitting fear and guilt. Raisin screeched when I turned toward her and exposed a bruise and battered eye, she was so loud that I was sure nurses would come running in momentarily wondering who had carked it. “This is my fault,” Raisin screeched again. “I shouldn’t have called you. It was your debutante; I shouldn’t have gotten you to leave.” I shook my head; a dizzy feeling empowered me once more. “I’m fine; it’s just a few scratches, really.” “You have a broken collar bone, and a black e

My consciousness was slowly provoked by the steady yet annoying dripping of the rusted, metal tap sitting not too far away from where I was now perched. I don’t remember much before waking up; I was out somewhere with friends. We were laughing, completely enjoying ourselves. I think I went to get another vodka but I heard somebody following me. I turned behind me but only the ghost of my last drink stood in my path. The footsteps increased in volume as mine increased in speed, I began to jog down the winding yet narrow path leading to the backyard where the dingy refrigerator, encasing my drink, stood. It gets a bit blurry beyond that.

Lealana felt like she was falling, falling so fast she could barely catch her breath. Why did she feel this way? It was only marriage. Lea knew in her heart this wasn't true. To her it wasn't just marriage, it was the rest of her life. It was spending the rest of her life with someone who might never love her. Who may never want to wake up beside her. Or perhaps it would be the opposite. Lea shuddered as her older brother, Derric, walked up slowly to stand behind her. He had been talking to her, trying to get her attention. "Hmm?" Lealana asked, turning to look at her older brother, though she could see him fine in the mirror. "I asked if y

I would do anything To fit in To be perfect A blond With big blue eyes And big boobs I stared at him As he stared at her While she stared at someone else Who stared at her boobs I could see the desperation In his eyes I wondered idly If he could sense mine The boy I loved Loved someone else And I wanted to do anything to get his attention So when I wore Make up Short skirts Tight tops And push up bras All I got were weird glances And rumors I was a slut I sit at home and cry Wondered what I had to do To make him mine And not hers