#writeshit

[jun0bugzz]

pine trees

Salutations, Texas. I know you most likely won’t see this. However, I was thinking of you, so it seemed appropriate to write you another letter. It’s hilarious; I want to leave your memory dead and buried, but I suppose digging graves is an addiction. What would you even call that? Grave-hogging? Hah. No matter, Texas. You know, the worst part about grave digging is that most people are caught. I’d truly hate for someone to catch me missing you, because even though I know you want nothing to do with me, I can’t help but care about you. Not in the loving way, of course. Just in the way that makes me happy you’re alive, even if I know you’re not really living. Only surviving. Strange, isn’t it? Even if we haven’t spoken, your actions speak volumes, old friend. I just wish I could be there to help you understand why you cannot live. Why you cannot love. But there’s no use in wishing. Only guilt. I’m going to take a little trip out of my room. To clear my thoughts for a while. I just have one favor to ask of you; if your absence is to be eternal, please make it hurt less. Make me realize that life without you will be simpler. That’s all. Take care, Texas. You are loved. But not by me.

[papierowamarionetka]

Half part thoughts

Czego Ty właściwie szukasz, na co liczysz? Może choć raz zamiast robić nadzieję, będziesz szczery i przestaniesz się obawiać swoich uczuć? I mimo, że strasznie się boję odrzucenia, chcę wiedzieć, bo wolę się załamać niż żyć w ciągłej niepewności. 

[rollinjuno-blog]

Didengar dan berbagi

Semua punya cerita untuk didengar. Semua punya cara untuk berbagi. Bahwa siapa yang kamu anggap layak untuk dibagi dan didengar, your choice.

Ada yang dapat dengan mudah membagi hidupnya, ada yang memilih menutup rapat dan hanya membiarkan segelintir orang masuk. Aku? Mungkin yang kedua. Waktuku banyak kuhabiskan untuk mengenal aku, memahami perasaanku, mengerti apa yang kumau. Egois? Ya, emang. Aku, kamu, dia, pada dasarnya manusia memang egois. Namun kadang aku berpikir, apakah aku terlalu memikirkan aku dan lupa dengan sekitarku?

Hidupku sempura. Setidaknya orang melihatnya begitu, dan aku juga menganggap begitu. Sesempurna itu, hingga aku mengira semua orang hidupnya seperti aku. Selalu berkecupukan finansial, berlimpah kasih sayang orang tua, dikelilingi teman-teman asik, tidak bermasalah di sekolah. As I grow up, I was exposed by some of my friends’ stories. Suka nggak habis pikir sih, kok bisa mereka punya masalah seperti itu. Kok bisa mereka survive dengan segala beban mereka. Kok masih bisa mereka tertawa bersamaku, sejenak melupakan pedih kehidupan mereka.

Sering aku membayangkan ada di posisi mereka, terjepit antara pilihan-pilihan suram dan hanya bisa mengandalkan diri sendiri. Aku rasa aku tak sanggup. Aku pasti hancur, layaknya porcelein koleksi rumahan yang sering dilap kemudian tiba tiba dijatuhkan dari lantai sekian. Jadi berkeping-keping, berhargaku akan sia-sia. Tapi, apa yang terjadi pada mereka banyak yang tiba-tiba. Lalu ketakutan menyerangku, akan apa yang hidup akan tawarkan di masa depan. Ups I mean, akan apa yang harus pasti akan aku hadapi nantinya. Apakah aku bisa se-baja mereka yang sudah pernah merasakan dibanting, diinjak, dilempar? Takut, sedih, pusing, menolak, itu sih yang aku rasain kalo mikir ini.

Mungkin, selain terus mengenal diriku yang sangat kompleks, aku mulai lebih membuka diri. Sambil terus menyadari, betapa beragam dan lucunya hidup ini. 

Menyiapkan diri, untuk ada saat siapapun ingin berbagi. Meneguhkan hati, bahwa ada seseorang yang mendengar dengan peduli.

[rollinjuno-blog]

The ones not being swept away by the waves

“Every great story has a beginning, middle, and ending, not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories, but not each of us write their own story.” (Phil Kaye - Beginning, Middle, & Ending)

Lately, I was exposed with some ideas of writing. Like writing anything in your mind. No, this isn’t all about the cheesy stuffs as a seventh grader girl who’s introduced to own a blog the first time and simply pour her heart out and let the world know her crush, no!

I’m talking about moments in life, the ones which after it happened I can still remember it vividly on the day after, two days after, but don’t ask me a month afterwards cause I must have forgotten the details, and often the most lively parts. I know it wasn’t my brain’s fault. Just like a writing on a beach, once seem deeply carved on the sand, but easily swept away when the waves come. I’ve learned that memorizing hasn’t always be my strength, like at all. But, I’d like to keep some of those wordings on the sand, maybe to reflect on those or try to see something that used to be crystal clear.

So, I gave myself a little present on my latest birthday last November. A diary! Or a journal? You name it. I like to call it my twentieth chapter.

Another thing I realize is that, through writing I can finally be honest to myself. I fckin force myself not to deny my thoughts while writing, not to filter any words that my mind come to produce. Here it is. Everything that I think of. Ain’t afraid of somebody to read it, ain’t got a plan to show it anyway.

Also, the best thing is that, again, I can be honest even when I don’t feel like writing anything, simply because I’m too busy or pretend to be. I can just pick up wherever I left off because hell yeah this is mine! Can do whatever I want with this one Jaha! Interested in writing your own chapter?

Here is the not-so first page (what do you call the page behind the cover?) of mine. Plus, a quote that since the end of last year been stuck in my mind (and scared me):

“That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

[tenderbutttoucherswriteshit]

Chapter 51, TBT Steampunk Chronicles

051 For the welfare of thy soul

Art grinned.

He was in the prime of his life, in the academy, and, he had the girl of his dreams. Things were going great for him. Passing in his final assignment before the big test the next day he made his way through the hallway of the sky police academy. Waving to his superior he made his way out of the building. Sure enough....

"There you are! I was thinking you weren't going to show up." She snorted.

He grinned, leaning down he pecked her lips. "Sorry, had to pass in my final"

She grinned grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers. "I passed mine in yesterday."

"That's right you passed at the top of your class right?"

She nodded smirking, "looks like I won." She teased.

He rolled his eyes. "My results will be in tomorrow then we'll see who wins." He taunted.

She laughed. "Come on," she tugged on his hand. "We should celebrate." He tilted his head to the side.

"Usual place?"

She nodded and he laughed brightly. Pulling on her hand he led her to the bar across the street. Although they were underage, most academy students were let in. As a good grace to the school. After all, not just anyone got to be part of the army.

Once they were seated at the mahogany counter, Art waved the bartender over. "Hey there Erik, how are you?"

Erik grinned at them. "Not bad, how about you Artemis? Or you Valerie?"

Valerie smiled, "I passed!" She squealed.

Erik smiled, “I’m proud of you! Both of you!”

Art smiled, squeezing Valeries hand slightly. Things were going great for them, he was so excited for the future. He could imagine it now. Him being head of the army, Valerie at his side. They would do so many great things together.

Art suddenly heard a shriek. He turned his head to look at the front of the bar. Only for his eyes to widen. What was happening?

One of his fathers friend, a man of high command in the army was stalking toward them. The scream had come from a woman on the floor she had been pushed away.

He looked at Art, with hard eyes only to shake his head and look at Valerie.

And Valerie…

Valerie was pale, and she looked ready to bolt.

“James? What is-” Art started.

Art didn't get to finish as James whipped his hand out grabbing Valeries arm, and dragging her of the barstool.

“Valerie Sun, You are being arrested for attempted rebellion against the capital. You are hereby sentenced to death.”

Art felt his breath leave his lungs. His Valerie was going to die? He stood, his face a mask of fury. Only for a scream to leave his throat. “No don’t!”

James raised his gun, as Valerie struggled. She screamed one last time as the gun fired. As she fell to the floor, Art fell with her. Scrambling over to her fallen frame he tried not to sob. Valerie, his Valerie.

James pocketed his gun, with no words he left his crumpled form, and told the men behind him to clean up the mess.

Art shuttered once, twice, three times before he stood. Without a look back, he took off in a sprint home. He had a father to question.

[tenderbutttoucherswriteshit]

Chapter 49, TBT Steampunk Chronicles.

049 The end is all that matters

  Robin gasped, feeling the breath leave her lungs in a hiss. It was him, how could he? After all Robin had done for him?  Looking through the keyhole she quieted her breathing. She had managed to sneak into the capital ship. Evading guards and personnel had been a little too easy.

Staring through the Keyhole and into the office she could see why. They had a plan, something that they weren’t expecting. They knew, the capital knew that the fight was being brought to their doorstep. All because of him.

Robin felt a rage fly through her veins. So many of their people were dead. So many. Because of him.

“You've done well Alexander.” The man Chuckled. Robin couldn’t see his face, or any part of him. He faced away from her sitting in a chair looking through large Bay windows. A chill went down her spine. She didn’t know who this man was.

She had never met him before, but for some reason…

She felt afraid. his presence seemed to take up the entire room, and she couldn't help but be frightened.

Alexander bowed his head. “Thank you sir.”

“For now, we commence with the plan. Those fools won’t know what hit them.” He gave a throaty chuckle. Robin leaned forward quietly. She needed to know this plan.

“The bombs will rain down all over the capital. That should rid the vermin out of the city don't you think?” He laughed. Robin felt her heart stop. Bombs? She looked through uneased she was wondering what look the man had on his face, especially when she caught a glimpse of Alexanders terrified face.

“But sir,”Alexander hesitated, ‘What about the civilians?”

The man paused, and Robin shivered. A coldness filled the room. “You think I care about Traitors?” he said, his voice soft and hushed. Alexander shook his head frantically. “N-No sir! I-”

“Shut up Alexander.”

Alexander shut up.

The man snorted. “Anyway, the bombs will be dropped soon. After that I will take command of the capital forces. After that…” He laughed.

“Well, after that The world seems ripe for me to take.”

Robin gave a loud gasp, and immediately placed a hand over her mouth.

Alexander whipped his head toward the door, and the man started to slowly rise.

Robin backed up and took off running.

Grabbing something from her back she held up the hand held Radio. As she ran she tried to radio in. “Dammit!” Robin growled. Soon the static started to change and she heard Jared’s voice. Hope filled her veins if she could just get him to hear her.

“Jared!” She shouted. Now on the main deck of the capital ship. She looked around frantically. Guards are surrounding her.

“Robin?!” he sounded frantic. “Robin where are you.”

“That doesn’t matter now!” She rushed. “Listen! You need to pull back the troops! It’s a trap!”

Jared was silent, and Robin prayed he heard her. She backed up toward the ships railing. more and more people were gathering close, and Robin felt her breath hitch.

Jared came back then. “Robin, I’ve radioed the troops that I could. I’m starting on the Evac procedure.”

Robin felt tears gather in her eyes, and she couldn’t help but give a sad smile.

“Jared...:” her voice was soft. A man came forward a pistol in his hands. He stared into her eyes coldly, and she stared back.

“Robin? Exactly where are you?” his voice started to grow with panic.

“The lions den. I’m not gonna make it. Jared do me a favor...”  

She could hear Jared fantic breaths as he Realized exactly what was going on.

“Anything.”

“Tell Thomas I-” The signal cut out. Robin smiled sadly. Throwing the radio overboard she took out a cylinder from her belt. As her rubber glove pressed a button, the object elongated into the trident like weapon she was known for. As static crackled to life she got ready to take as many down with her as she could.

Only she didn’t have to.

She felt the ship give a mighty jerk, and she lost her balance. Gripping the railing behind her she lost her staff. She winced, she loved that thing. Soon all thought left her mind as she felt like she was floating.

The ship was falling out of the air. Gripping the railing tightly she screamed. As they crashed she was thrown backward, thankfully the ship took most of the impact, as she was thrown off, and away from the fire.

All she could feel was the pain in her limbs, and the pounding in her head. As she felt a wetness creep down her forehead feeling she could only hope Jared got word out.

Because, the end was all that mattered.

With that everything went black.

[tenderbutttoucherswriteshit]

Chapter 48, TBT Steampunk Chronicles

048 Near your side

Jared laughed.

He had never felt this way about anyone before. When her eyes lit up, and her hands grasped his he felt like he was flying.

They had docked near the capital city for a few days, it was a risky move on their part. So for however things were going okay. Jared really couldn’t complain, he had found the girl of his dreams.

“Maria!”’ He laughed as she jumped around near the docks. “What are you doing?”

Maria turned to grin at him. Her eyes were a misty green, and she had flaming red hair, deep into a ruby red territory. Her curls bounced as she turned to stare at him. She was a dancer in a small club in the town. Nothing too risque just common dance routines.

Jared had met her a few days ago, but he swore he was in love. Being near her side was just…

He shook his head as she grasped his hand.

“Dance with me Jared!” She grinned twirling near the water. The dock was empty, thankfully. Over head a few skyships gently floated and he chuckled. He looked at her fondly as her skirt flared around her ankles. She hummed under her breath and his heart broke knowing he would have to leave her very soon.  

“Maria…” He said softly. She perked up, grinning, only for her grin to slip away. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

He looked down shuffling his feet. With a sigh he looked up, and into her eyes. “I’m leaving soon.”

She looked down. “Oh…”

“Would you…” he hesitated.

She blinked, “Would I what?”

“Would you wait for me?” He asked hesitantly.

Maria smiled, and Jared felt his heart lurch.

“I would. For you.” She grinned. Reaching for his hand. She intertwined their fingers. “So long as you remember me.”

She reached up, and kissed him. Jared knew then, that near her side. Is where he would always be.  

[slimjimfan4lyfe]

& baby its the way that you lie to try and cover up that everythings okay,that isnt okay.

& you make youself look sad because you feel sorry for yourself,well hunny no one here feels sorry for you,if they did they would all show you something a little more.