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Written November 6th 2014.

She layed in bed, staring at the ceiling, her body silent and still; her mind on the other hand was racing, tossing and turning, fumbling over and over as if in a nightmare. But, she wasn’t asleep and this wasn’t a nightmarish dream; this was reality and she was fully aware of it.  Continue reading

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Written November 6th 2014.

She layed in bed, staring at the ceiling, her body silent and still; her mind on the other hand was racing, tossing and turning, fumbling over and over as if in a nightmare. But, she wasn’t asleep and this wasn’t a nightmarish dream; this was reality and she was fully aware of it. 

Each day was the same, going through the motions, her body zombie-like, emorionless and stiff. Her routine unchanging; wake up, go for a run, shower, study, get ready and occasionally, go out. But it didn’t matter to her if she ever left the house. It didn’t make a difference to the never ending marathon her mind was running. There was no stopping it, it didn’t make a difference what she did.

Thinking back, it was hard to remember a time when it wasn’t like this. A time when she was simply content. Even worse, she couldn’t remember the time she allowed herself to feel. All she could recall was that it became too much and she turned numb, a comfortable painless numb. 

In her mind, there was no point in going back; because when she could feel, all she felt was sadness. Though she didn’t remember much, the memory of the sadness never left her. It managed to stay neatly tucked away in the back of her mind as if in filing cabinets, along with all the other memories of why she did this to herself. Why she turned numb.

Sitting on her bed, she turned to look at the mirror beside her. Staring into her almost soulless eyes, recalling a time when they were filled with tears almost daily. Then, very softly whispered, it’s better this way.

Happy reading lovelies,

~Lethal Beauty

Broken Road

A story I wrote on April 12 2010. I was thirteen years old and only just started writing short stories.

Life as I see it is like a road that never ends and one where you can’t turn around, you can’t go back to fix things. No matter how much you want to or how hard you try, you simply must keep going and learn to live with the mistakes you’ve made. Continue reading

No Matter What

“Have Faith & A Burning Desire to just Keep on Going No Matter What Happens.”

Today, I found out some very unsettling news. At first it felt as if my whole world was going to come crashing down, until I sat down with the people important to me and realized that just because something bad happens doesn’t mean its the end. Continue reading

Good Reads

I love books. I love that moment when you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story thats way more interesting than yours will ever be.

~~ Elizabeth Scott

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Based off the picture above this is a list of books I have read or am in the process of reading and a rating of 1-5 on how much I enjoyed it. Please note I have a tendency to pick up a book and half way through it buy another and start that, so Im probably in the process of reading about half of the books in that book case. Continue reading

How I came to Love Writing.

I was twelve years old and in grade seven, being that age and just hitting junior high I had a number of adolescent problems, ranging from confidence issues to disliking my parents and feeling that the whole world was against me. At the time I didn’t have a healthy way of coping with these issues, this is where writing comes into play. Continue reading

Kill them with Kindness

You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

Sometimes you come across people who have nothing better to do than make you uncomfortable in your own skin. They make up stories about you, anything to make you look bad and make themselves look better. They try to turn the people you care about against you. & They find ways to push you.. as far as they possibly can until you are so far out of the loop all you can do is watch them from the outside.

“Kill them with Kindness.”  Continue reading