Now you wish that you meant something to somebody else.

          I pinned the girls hands above her head and grinned, her eyes full of a dimming flame that i can extinguish or kindle at any moment. Her chapped lips parted to speak, but only to be blocked again by a sweaty bandanna.
         "Be quiet." I said as i pushed her forward on her back, clamping her her two ankles in rusty shackles. She writhed, and whimpered, trying to free herself, all i could do is laugh.
         I picked up my scalpel and traced it along the skin of her forehead, making a red, puffed up design of where i wanted to cut. I began to pull at it, making it taught and---
                  "CUT!" Shouted the director, standing up from his seat, "More emotion! you're a artist, you're a killer, you're the most emotion-filled sack of flesh there is!"
                I pulled myself away, and my co-star was freed, and she went to break. I wiped the sweat from my brow, and sighed. Another day, another bad rumor, another sick twisted movie.

Shelter From the storm

        I cuddled with his jacket as he poured out coffee. I smiled to myself, my eyes tracing his silhouette.
"Baby, We're out of creamer." He said, searching through the cabnits. I yawned, looking at him with bored eyes.
       "Hot chocolate okay?" He asked, holding up the box.
       "God yes!" I shouted, the biggest grin on my face.

Interior Monologue--Job Interveiw.

What the hell is this guys problem? I hate it when people stare. God im hungry... Oh wait, here's the boss. Man he's cute. Mmm.. Uhh...think of micheal, lily, micheal only. This is going pretty good, mhm. Holy shit! 10 dollars an hour? Momma hit the jack pot. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Crap, do i have any previous experience in this feild? Uhh...no. Shit. I'm still hungry... Focus lily focus. I can't oh god im so hungry. We should have ate before we came. FoodFoodFoodFoodFood. I could really go for chicken nuggets right now. Oh, yay, i got the job. Go me! FOOOOOOOOOOOD. Shut up brain, seriously! Now, if i can just find micheals money i can... ah shit i let my wallet at home. Quit saying shit! Shit, i just said it again.

Vignette 8

           Open eyes, sore hands, blue skies. It began with a rowm then spouted into a feild. I just couldn't stop. Trees, grass, plants. Everywhere there was green.
           Picture a open feild, roughly 6 achers. Green, and flourescent colors blooming, reaching out to the bright sky. My one true love.
          It grew, and grew. Life from end to end. Too  much to water, and feed. I looked to the clouds to protect them.
         Nothing, no rain, not a drop of water everywhere. Dry leaves rubbing, dry leaves beginning to burn. A fire spreading, leaving no corners untouched.
        Firefighters came fast, there hoses injecting water to the flames. Blue, red, blue, red. Good and evil battling against the force of nature.
       I watched from the sidelines as the fire died. No green in sight, a black, dead mass replacing my once thriving landscape.

"Wild Side"

                   I gripped the 3Oh!3 CD in my hand, and walks swiftly up to my room. My face flushed red as i turned on the stereo, my hands shaking with excitement. Close, Pause...Play.
                   I sat in front of my stereo and stared in amazement, i was so bad. The up-beat music danced around my ear drums, serenading me, asking if I'd like to join. I stood, and let my body move with the music.
                   "Linda" called my mother from the hallway. I stopped what i was doing and turned of the stereo, storing the CD between Mozart and Beethoven.
                                     That was too close.

My role -- Personal Writing Collection

I am hilarious,
The family joke,
The loser,
The clown.

Never taken seriously,
and always put down,
but yet i pretend,
it's all a game in the end.

Crack a joke here and there,
Let them see me weak,
Laughing, laughing that's all i do,
Until they see me weep,

Cry a tear,
That's always worksm
Gets the crowd roaring,
Play it off,
Slip and Fall,
Until they think i'm boring.

Throw me out with the trash,
Keep me locked up in a cage,
Oh wait,
I'm up again,
Here i go, to be battered and bruised,
Remember, it's just a game.

"Around the world"

                  There she stood, bright eyes, with soft skin that resembled freshly fallen snow. Her pale pink lips curves into a smile as we stood, just simply staring at each other. That's when i knew, she was the one for me.
                  She parted her lips to speak, but then shut them as fast as she opened them, both of us speechless. I flashed her a grin, my hand reaching out to her.
                  That's when she cocked her head to the side, confused. Her once beautiful blue eyes that shined like the ocean waters clouded with darkness, and pain. Her soft skin that was fragile like porcelain doll, now decayed and aged from worry.
                  My eyebrows furrowed, my eyes squinted, looking over this stranger. This was not the woman i loved.
                 I turned my back on her and shrugged, walking away, ignoring her pain.
                                         Goodbye, Earth, Goodbye.