☆ elysian ☆

(adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

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in a world where you can be anything, be kind

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[elyslan]

Checklist For Setting

How are the roads and the surrounding areas ?

What might a person first notice ?

What is the weather like ?

What are some of the surrounding give away objects ?

Establishing the time period

Description of people living in that area?

Mountains? Flat lands?

Plants that grow ?

Animals that you see?

[elyslan]

Home

A continuation of The List

by Caprice Morra

My name is Austin Rey, I have been living on this island for as long as I can remember. The government on the island does not allow us to celebrate birthdays or any type of age but from what I can assume I am a young adult. I have recently been written up on the list and I am honestly terrified of what the new world may bring. I had gotten off the boat a while ago and I was greeted by a woman in a black sweater and dress pants, she said she would show me my living quarters and get me settled in, she was very kind and not to mention very pretty. I could’t think of that now, I had to ask her if she knew anything about my family and where they were. I told her all about them, their names, what they look like from what I can remember. She assures me there is nothing to worry about and continues to get me set up in my new home.

On the first night I was there I do admit I was emotional, I cried, not because I was sad, because I was scared. I didn’t know how this new world would be and it was terrifying to me. I didn’t get a lot of sleep because of how I was acting so I was very tired in the morning. I would not lose hope to find my family. I looked in a mirror trying to make myself look decent, combing out my scruffy brown hair and just throwing on a decent t-shirt and a pair of jeans, hoping I wouldn’t regret it.

We had to take a shuttle bus to the main hall for a welcome presentation, there were other people from other islands there, I met a man, named ryan, who was from an island that was supposedly close by to mine. We are run by similar governments but we have some different laws. They are allowed to celebrate birthdays there, he told me that he turned twenty-seven a few months ago. We had a few laughs and decided to stick with each other, I think I made a friend that day. In the presentation they talked about how we want to see out families and they will get us to them as soon as possible.

We had been on the island for what Ryan had told me would have been about a month, and still no sign of reuniting with family members. But that day seemed to be upon us soon, since they had been preparing us to stay calm and that it will be an emotional time for everyone. We were taken on a shuttle bus again like the first day, but it was not to the grand hall, this time it was to some place a little bigger, we assumed this is where we would see our family, my palms were sweating and I was shaking, there was a nervous pain in my stomach, what if I don’t recognize them, what if they don’t recognize me.

We got let off the bus and we had to go in, in single file line making sure not to hurt eachother, I was closer to the middle of the line, I walked inside and saw people hugging, crying, laughing, and I couldn’t wait to find my family, I was searching around, until I saw a familiar head of long brown hair, my little sister. I ran up behind her and whispered a soft, hello, in her ear. She squeaked and turned around with wide eyes gasping at the sight of me, and it was like we both started crying simultaneously, I had missed her so much and was so happy I got to see her again, she lead me over to where my parents had been and my mom started bawling and my dad got tears to his eyes, it was good to have a place to finally call, home.

[elyslan]

7 Years

Inspired by 7 years by Lukas Graham

Once I was 7 years old, my mama told me go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.

When I was little I had trouble making friends, at my first school, I got bullied for how I acted, I was a little more shy than the other kids, so they assumed because of that I had something wrong with me and that was something to make fun of me for. It was really hard for me to find people who actually wanted to be friends with me, they all just went along with the bullying so that they wouldn’t get made fun of too.

By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor.

By the time I was eleven I got dragged into the wrong crowd at my new school, they were the kids that accepted everyone, very laid back, but also, very pushy. If you were friends with them you had to do whatever they said. We would go home at lunches, smoke, drink, anything like that, and if you didn’t, you’d get kicked out of the group, and getting kicked out of a group like that would be a downfall. I stayed with that group until I was about sixteen, when I was trying to better myself. I wanted to try hard in school, I wanted to make friends that actually liked me as a person, not people that were there for smoke buddies.

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told, I was writing about everything I saw before me.

When I reached about age twenty, I started seeing the creative side of life, writing stories, playing music, making art of any kind. I decided to start singing and learning how to play the piano, the piano was always such a beautiful instrument to me, but because of how I was conditioned to think by other people, I never liked it, I never gave it a second thought. But now I love it even more and have respect for so many people that know how to play it and know how to just create a song using them. I have never been much for singing or songwriting either, but I slowly decided, that’s what I wanted to do. I realize how much I can show emotion through music, sometimes without even in a way showing it.

Soon we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold, we’ve traveled around the world, but we’re still roaming.

Life goes so quick, pretty soon I’ll be thirty, I’ll have told my story through song, I’ll have grown a lot as a person without truly realizing it, I’ve come a long way from the shy little kid I was to the very outgoing, performance loving, I have changed for the better and I’ve never been happier, I love making other people smile, be it through music, or just simple interactions. I wish someone would have been so in love with making kids like me smile, it would have made me such a happier person. But without that I’ve turned into this person, a person I am so proud of, for just becoming comfortable and becoming me.

[elyslan]

Celebrity Status

A continuation of Paparazzi 

By Caprice Morra

from Kyle’s POV

Today was moving day, I decided to move somewhere closer to my school, and the places I hung out so I’d finally stop wasting so much gas. I was unloading the moving truck, there wasn’t too much to move in but I still had the help of some movers. I was carrying one of the bigger boxes into the house when I heard a higher pitched voice behind me, “ You look like you need a little help “ the voice said and I jumped, I turned around to face a girl who had shown up out of nowhere but did seem to be quite sweet and wanted to help so I’ll take all the help I can get, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming up behind me, and I think I’m okay but you’re welcome to stay and watch me struggle” I said sarcastically, hoping she would take that as an acceptance. We made our way up to the front door with the boxes and turns to me and says, “ I’m Kelsey by the way, I live right across the street”, that would explain how she knew I was here, “ my bedroom window faces directly to what I can assume to be yours” I looked at her surprised, that was a very odd way to word a statement like that, but I just thought she was joking around and decided to go with it and responded with a sassy retort, “I’m Kyle, and I’ll make sure to pick a different room”.

After the next few days, I went out quite a bit, on jogs, to the gym, picking up groceries, going to classes, the whole deal, and I realized, Kelsey’s car never seems to leave her driveway, but I didn’t think too much into it, because it truly isn’t my business, but one random morning, as I was walking down the driveway to go for a jog I realized she was leaving her house at the exact same time, “Wow what’s the house monster doing outside” , seeming as she was going for a jog as well so I invited her to join me, I heard her scoff, “ how do you know I never leave the house “, and I honestly couldn’t tell if it was a joke she was trying to play or not. As we were off, she kept needing to stop for what seemed like every minute, clearly she had not ever gone on a jog or if she has, just hasn’t for a very long time, so it was weird that she had randomly decided to start jogging, but again, it wasn’t any of my business.

She insisted that we exchange phone numbers so that we could just be neighbourly and get to know each other, I was a little hesitant at first but, really what could go wrong? I sent her some samples of me playing songs just to get an outsider opinion, since the only opinions I usually get are from my band mates. She kept insisting that she loved them and to send more, she said if I ever become a star she’d end up being one of those crazed fans, but I’m pretty sure.. She might already be. I could be in class and I would end up getting 20 messages just from her, because I didn’t answer, and she wanted to “be neighbourly” and make sure I was okay. The same thing with band practice, we could be jamming out, and across the room I just see my phone continuously lighting up, sending a “ what do you want?” or a “ stop please “ or just a “ I’m busy “ hoping it would stop the continuous messages but it never did. I didn’t want to block her since… she knows where I live.

It was a friday and my band had got invited to play at a local battle of the bands and we were so stoked, it was one of our first real gigs and we were ready to rock the house down. I was getting ready in the back doing a quick soundcheck, feeling a tap on my shoulder, my bandmates weren’t anywhere around and I wasn’t sure who else it would be. I turned around and my eyes widened so big I was sure they were going to pop out of my head. There was Kelsey, looking just as smiley as the day we met. I was shocked, I was in awe, I didn’t know what to do or say, “Kelsey… what are you doing here” I said looking around, hoping someone would come and help me out of this situation. It didn’t take her more than a second to respond with, “ I wanted to come see you perform! The videos you sent me were really good”, and I got goosebumps up my arms, how did she know I was here, how did she know I’d be playing tonight, this was just too weird, I asked her how she knew and she fell silent, she looked worried even, I did not want her to be here anymore, she was freaking me out and gave me a weird feeling inside, “I think you need to leave Kelsey, I knew you were a little off, but I didn’t think you were this crazy” I admit, I did feel bad calling her crazy, but she was insane, there were so many red flags to her that I overlooked, I asked a security guard to usher her out and planned on getting a restraining order the next day in all honesty, before I was about to start soundcheck again, my phone lit up with a text from her, a text that read “ good luck” I blocked her number and shut off my phone, I can honestly say I was terrified to go back home.

[elyslan]

Anxiety

Inspired by Anxiety by Blackbear ( but more so inspired by myself )

And it feels harder just to breathe, feels like the walls are closing in.

I’m sat at my computer, trying to complete an assignment for class. I start feeling discouraged and useless, while I feel my chest getting tighter and my breathe becoming uneven. I keep finding it harder to spell while I’m rushing to type, to finish it faster so that I don’t have to worry about it anymore. My hands start to shake and I feel my palms get sweaty. I start fidgeting with the strings on my sweater and it feels like the corners of my vision are getting darker, and that in itself is making it harder for me to focus. I feel like the room is getting smaller, or I’m getting bigger, I’m trying too hard to focus on the paper that I can’t even see the words I’m writing, it all looks like gibberish to me. My chest feels like it’s collapsing and I feel tears fighting their way into my eyes but I try so hard to not let them fall, I concentrate on the job infront of me and attempt to power through. I start bouncing my legs and moving around my feet to distract me without completely taking me away from my work but I couldn’t take it anymore. The moment I was having was getting too strong and I decided it was time to take a break.

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I get anxiety.

I tried to make myself a little snack just to calm myself down and go back to work, but the episode was affecting me so much that I couldn’t even make myself eat anything, I had no appetite, and it stressed me out even more, I wanted to try and take a nap but I had no time to do that and finish my work, especially if I slept through my alarm, and even thinking about that stressed me out, there was nothing that I could really do but distract myself on my phone or try and power through my work, so I decided to do both. I would power through a good amount, then check my phone. I made sure to have an equal balance between the two, and that did start to make me feel better. I still heard my heart beating hard in my chest. I decided to also turn my music on, taking little breaks to dance in between while on my phone. The mixture of events that were happening eventually distracted me from the whole reasoning this was happening and I started to feel a lot better and finish my assignment and ended up handing it in on time. After I had finished it through, the episode was still present, my chest was still tight, I was still uncomfortable and fidgeting, but I tried really hard not to think about it, watching tv and making myself relax. I end up becoming calm enough to take a nap and that was a good idea because I woke up still aware of the feeling but I felt much better than I did before.

Everytime I smile, what I’m doing fine does it show? Cause I’m really freaking out, scared of letting you know.

[elyslan]

Overwhelming

inspired by Overwhelming by Jon Bellion

By Caprice Morra

Yeah I got a hot one, she don’t want a problem if there’s not one, but people come around and try some stupid shit to start one.

I looked at him from across the room, admiring every aspect of his face, looking at his deep brown eyes, to the freckles that sit on his nose, to his lips, and to everything else, I was so in love with him it was unbelievable, I was so blessed to be dating someone like Ryland. The class seating plan had made sure to put us the furthest away from each other we could possibly be, which apparently meant that, he was a free-for-all for all the other girls in the class, but this one girl in particular, Sylvia Mansir, who just seemed too comfortable with flaunting and flirting with him, I walked over to his desk and made it known that I saw what she was doing, giving her raised eyebrows and a twisted smile. I think from that she understood, that we didn’t have a problem here, and that she should move along, Ryland laughed as I gave him a quick peck walking back to my desk waiting for the end of this class.

There is a potion in your lips so sweet I’d died, there is an ocean in your hips, so deep, i’d die. I hear an opus when we kiss that completes my life, yeah I think I got one, everything about her is so overwhelming.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of school, I met up with him at the main doors closest to where he parked his car, “ wow look at that hot chick over there” he said to one of his friends he was walking over with “ do you think I’d ever have a chance with her” I smiled as I hit him on the arm, he said bye to who he was talking to and we walked out to his car, “ where do you want to adventure to today “, he said cheesy stuff like that all the time but It just added to my feelings for him, I decided to go to a park by my old elementary school, our adventures ranged from fancy restaurants to stuff like this, and I could not be more pleased by it. We were acting like children, climbing on the monkey bars, he was pushing me on the swing, and eventually we ended up lying in the grass, just cloud gazing. Out of nowhere I decided to blurt out “ I’m so in love with you, you give me an unbelievable feeling inside, and it just overwhelms my emotions, and I just don’t know what to do about it”, and the way I said it made it sound like I was yelling at him for how I felt, and in a way, I was, he was the reason I was feeling like this, but I meant it in the most sincere, loving way. I looked over at him, and he was studying my face, trying to think of what to say. “ I feel like that everyday”, he started, “I’m so lucky I have you in my life, you make me so happy, you make me feel like a better person, and I can’t imagine myself falling for someone else as hard as I fell for you”

Everything about you is so overwhelming, when I think about you it gets overwhelming, cause everything about you is so overwhelming.

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Paparazzi

inspired by paparazzi by Lady Gaga

We are the crowd, we’re coming out, got my fash on it’s true, need that picture of you, it’s so magical, we’d be so fantastical.

I was awoken by loud voices and a lot of commotion coming from outside my bedroom window. I rubbed my eyes, placing my feet on the cold floor, trying to peek out my window, I saw a moving truck and a few men helping lift boxes and furniture out of the truck and into the house across the street. I kept watching for a little bit, until I saw one boy, he looked about my age, he was wearing ripped jeans and a loose fitting band t-shirt, he had messy hair, but it was still cute, I looked away after realizing I was staring for way too long. I walked back to my bed, sat down, and grabbed my phone, contemplating taking a picture to send to my friends or not. “It’s alright, people do it all the time, it’s not weird right”, I said to myself trying to convince myself that it was okay. I walked back to the window and saw him walking out of the moving truck, box in hand, I turned my camera on my phone on and snapped a quick picture, and sent it to my friend with a text reading, “I got woken up with a good view today” laughing to myself before putting my phone down and making myself look decent before going to welcome the boy to the neighbourhood. I walked across the street to the house, seeing him carrying another box up to the house, “ You look like you need a little help “ I say, seeing him jump a bit almost dropping the box, but laughing once he turns around, “ Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming up behind me, and I think I’m okay but you’re welcome to stay and watch me struggle” we both laughed and I picked up a smaller box that was sitting on the ground by his car, following him up to the house. “ I’m Kelsey by the way, I live right across the street, my bedroom window faces directly to what I can assume to be yours “ I say, realizing it sounded weirder than when I said it in my head. He gave me a weird questioning look, before smirking and saying, “ I’m Kyle, and I’ll make sure to pick a different room “

I’m your biggest fan I’ll follow you until you love me. Baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be, your paparazzi.

It was a few days after Kyle had moved in, I had a small collection of pictures of him when he looked extra good walking out of his house, that’s not weird right, I was just sending them to talk about them to my friends, that’s just something girls do, right? Anyways, I basically had him on schedule. 9 am, from what it looks like, 9 is usually when he leaves for the gym, or for a morning jog around the block, he looked really good when going for his morning jog so I have a few extra pictures of that. Around 11 is when he gets back from the gym and he typically hangs around his house, unless he has classes and those are usually around any time between 12-6pm, but other than that he doesn’t seem to leave his house. I get too nervous to talk to him since our first encounter, so it seems like a safer bet to just relax inside the house, I’m just waiting for the right moment. The next morning I decided to get up early and try to go for a morning jog, not for any reason, just feel like I need more exercise in my life, maybe it’s a good opportunity to talk to Kyle but that didn’t really come to my mind until now. I was standing by my window and saw him start to walk out his door, so I decided that was a good time to go for my jog. I walked outside, to him saying “Wow what’s the house monster doing outside”, I scoff pretending to act hurt “ how do you know I never leave the house “, maybe he does the same thing I do, maybe it’s not as weird as my friends are telling me.

Promise I’ll be kind, but I won’t stop until that boy is mine.

After going on a few morning jogs together, we decided to exchange numbers and just start texting, at first he was making fun of me for how much I had to stop for a breather when we went for runs, but now we have regular conversations just learning more about each other. I learned that when he’s inside the house for the rest of the day he’s actually making music, he plays guitar and has sent me videos, he’s actually pretty good! I have a whole album created for him now, the pictures of him, the videos he sends of me, just a friendly little collection. Whenever I text him and he doesn’t answer for at least a half hour I just keep texting him until I get a response, I think he liked when I would do that because I was giving him attention. Sometimes it would take forever for him to answer, and i’d start to get concerned on where he was, but he would end up sending a simple “ what? “ and I’d be at ease.

I’ll be your girl, backstage at your show, velvet ropes and guitar, yeah cause you’re more rockstar.

I noticed Kyle leaving at a weird time tonight. It was around 9 pm when I heard his car starting up so I decided to see what was up. I didn’t want to text him because then he’d think that’s weird, so I decided to turn on find my friend on my phone, It looked like he was headed to this place where local battle of the bands happened, so I decided to go and see him, no harm in that right. By the time I got there I decided, maybe I can go backstage maybe he’s performing. I sneakily made my way past the security and just popped backstage, and say Kyle with his guitar, I admired him for a few seconds before walking up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder, surely he’d be happy to see me right? He turned around and had a confused look on his face, “ Kelsey… what are you doing here” he said looking around, I smiled and said “ I wanted to come see you perform! The videos you sent me were really good”, but when I said that his expression just became more puzzled and he just stared, “ but how did you know I’d be… here.”, he sounded slightly annoyed, and maybe a little scared, I had no answer, I didn’t know how to explain myself, “ I think you need to leave Kelsey, I knew you were a little off, but I didn’t think you were this crazy” and when he said that it hurt me, he called over a nearby security guard and they escorted me out. I still texted him good luck, but he didn’t seem to appreciate that one.

[elyslan]

This is why we can’t have nice things

Inspired by this is why we can’t have nice things by Taylor Swift / Bold&italic: lyrics

By Caprice Morra

It was so nice throwing big parties, jumping to the pool from the balcony, everyone swimming in a champagne sea. And there are no rules when you show up here, bass beat rattling the chandelier, feeling so Gatsby for that whole year. So why’d you have to rain on my parade, i’m shaking my head, and locking the gates.

I had been good friends with Laia for around a year and a half. I thought we were getting really close, hanging out after school, going to eat lunch with friends, going on drives and enjoying eachothers company. I loved going to parties with her because we tended to have a lot of fun! But in reality… some people are just really good at lying, and manipulating you into thinking they like you as much as you like them. Laia was the type of person to lure you in with fake kindness, compliments, making sure you had nicknames or inside jokes, giving you false security. I started realizing small things, like her insulting me “sarcastically” but never actually laughing or acting like it was a joke, “Ew are you really wearing that today… looks like someone doesn’t care about their appearance”. Pretending to say bad things about me to other friends, “Why is she even talking to us, who invited her, she can’t take a hint and just leave?”. But they were things I didn’t like joking about and she knew that. Just little things like that started to get to me and leave me questioning if she was actually trying to be rude to me.

Did you think I wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me, this is why we can’t have nice things.

After a while of things with Laia progressively getting worse, I decided to start telling my other friends the disgusting things she was saying behind their backs, “Kim really needs to stop pretending she’s better than everyone, she thinks she’s so cool, so pretty, so perfect, but she’s really just trashy”. As soon as they would come to hang out, she would stop and pretend like nothing happened. She was as close with them, and if not closer, than she was with me, so her saying these messed up things about her closer friends made me realize, she was probably saying equally bad things about me, I decided to ask my friend, Georgia, who also hung out with Laia a decent amount, if she had ever said anything about me, and not to my surprise, she had, essentially saying she had never liked me from the start, and all the things she didn’t like about me. I can’t lie, it did hurt a lot, just to hear someone who I believed to be so close to, spewing these things about me. I decided that I didn’t want to be treated like that any longer, I had to get out of this toxic friendship, I talked to her about it and how it made me feel, saying that this isn’t what real friendship is.

But I'm not the only friend you've lost lately, If only you weren't so shady.

After talking to my other friends about the whole situation, they realized similar things were happening with them, and how it was making them feel, It was never my intention for her to lose her friends, but if you decide to treat people that way, you will lose them sooner or later, and I just helped them realize it sooner than others. I’m not proud of how it turned out but, it truly is, her own fault.

Here's a toast to my real friends, they don't care about that he said, she said and here's to my baby he ain't reading what they call me lately and here's to my momma  had to listen to all this drama.

After this situation with Laia I truly realized how real friends treat each other, they don’t try to start things between you and other people, their conversations don’t revolve around other people’s lives, they don’t thrive off of the negative conversations. They want to see you succeed, they want to help you, they thrive off positivity, and real kindness, true friends tell you when you do something wrong, and not pretend you did nothing and talk bad about you. True friends make the world go around, and they are why we can have nice things occasionally.

[elyslan]

Checklist For Creating a Character

Does character have a first, middle, and last name?

Nickname?

Birthday?

Age?

Gender?

Race?

Eye/haircolour?

height/weight?

Relationship with family members?

Relationship with friends?

Good / Bad Traits?

Any additional information about characters past, their wants, their dreams, etc.

[elyslan]

Butter Tart

By Caprice Morra

7:00 am. I read the clock as my alarm was buzzing in my ear and as I hit the snooze I hear a soft knock at my door, “ mari it’s time to wake up “ my little brother says as he tiptoes in and jumps on my bed causing me to jump with shock in my tired state, even though he does this every morning “ ben “ I groan as I pull the blanket over my head and he starts jumping and chanting “ get up get up get up “ until I lift the blankets off my head and he laughs jumping off and pulling my arm trying to yank me out. I play along for a bit and then get up when my alarm goes off again from hitting snooze. I check my phone and realize what day it was. It’s been one year, I miss my grandma every day and it didn’t seem like it’s already been this long since she passed. Realizing that had already slightly put a dent in my mood. 

After Ben leaves the room I change my clothes and look outside, it’s as dark and gloomy as how I was feeling, perfect. I ran downstairs to see my mom making breakfast but I could tell she was in a mood too because she probably noticed what I just did. I went up to her and hugged her extra tight but seeming as if everything is okay. At breakfast she asked me the usual questions like, how did you sleep? Did you finish your homework? Do you have everything ready for school? And we didn’t mention a single thing about grandma and I’m glad we didn’t or else I may have just broke down into hysterics. When I was about to leave I gave Ben a kiss on the forehead, gave my mom a  hug and started walking to school. It was cloudy, and gloomy as I saw before, it looked like it was getting ready to rain, representing how I felt.

 2:00 pm. I read on my phone as the bell rang signaling the end of school. Today didn’t end up being all that bad but my friends could tell something was off. My best friend Leia knew what was up and reassured everyone I was fine but I needed time alone.

 I was walking home and it started to pour just as I was outside the door, that’s when I broke too. Luckily no one was home, Ben was at daycare and my mom was at work, I completely snapped, sobbing uncontrollably for what seemed like forever but had only been a minute or two.

 I heard the doorbell ring as I cleaned myself up a bit and made sure I plastered a smile on my face to make it look like I wasn’t just having a breakdown as I swung open the door, it was leia, she was holding a box with a huge grin on her face, I opened it and the waterworks started up again.

 In the box sat 2 butter tarts, the things I used to make with my grandma every weekend, the things she would bring me if I was sick or having a bad day, the things that made me smile any time I got a glimpse or even a scent of them, they gave me joy because it was something me and my grandma connected over, the sweet smell of maple wafted as I opened the box and the flakey pastry falling apart in my hand and today they seemed like the best thing in the world.

[natureandbeauty]