Quixotic-ang3l

The story starts with my best friend. Her name is Nina, she isn't very flamboyant or extreme, but she has a certain clam quality in her personality. I met her in the first semester of my freshman year in high school. She had low self esteem to begin with, always getting bossed around and put down by her peers. I didn't know her very well in the beginning, she didn't seem very approachable. She had long, silky black hair that framed most of her face, then large rectangular thick-lens glasses to hide even more of her delicate facial features. One day, I saw her getting bullied by people who treated her like a tool or personal servant. I reall

The sun shone with such a brilliant light that it felt like God was gracing his presence in front of me. I sighed with happiness as I trekked along the worn and gum-filled sidewalk with a bounce in my step. Today was another day of school at Ryerson Community School; I couldn't wait to see my best friend, Mandy again. I attempted to whistle as I've seen my father do over the years. I still couldn't whistle though...it was as hard as doing a handstand, but that didn't ruin my mood because I was a happy-go-lucky person. A few cars honked their horns as traffic commenced throughout the city. This was where I lived; Toronto, the liveliest city

I am from something multi-cultural, steamy, delicious And gives a crunchy taste in your mouth. I am from a sunny, playful, tiny field of green grass Where fruits and vegetables are plenty. I am from a loudmouth, chatter box with a Genuine heart who holds the key To my trust And from withered bones Who spoke old tales and fables. I am from black and white images, Worn out yellow pages in size 5 fonts and The polished shine of gold and self esteem. I am from a setting that relates with the mood Where falling leaves blow against the sharp wind. I am from an unusual but familiar feeling From one like my self. I am from beady,

The Grape Hero It was a lovely Sunday morning, the sun shone and clouds rolled about in the light blue sky. The robins chirped and the town started to become busy. Our story began on this faithful day involving a five-year-old grape loving boy. He wasn't exactly bright, but definitely cute. Then there's the stranger; I won't reveal anymore information just yet, so please continue on faithful reader. As I was saying, it was a lovely Sunday morning in the merry month of May. The rays of light filtered through my pink flowery curtains against the large window on the south side of the house. Some of the light caught my face as I shifted into a

Death of her mother caused grief and sorrows Replaced with stepmother, wicked and strict Who had two daughters like greedy rhinos. For young lady was by far the best pick Across the kingdom, a Ball presented Cries of laughter, lifted up chirpy cheers But she is locked in her room, tormented. Unable to attend fueled her sad tears Fairy God Mother made use of her wand Lovely Cinderella was of high price Kissed the Prince, at Ball, then undid the bond A glass shoe, the parting gift, pure as ice The hand met twelve, the lady departed The prince was in great angst; brokenhearted.

She digs through the mountain, The mountain of expensive platforms  Where they glow When she goes To the dim lights and soft running water from the fountain. Her black dress, Cascades down to her knees Heads turn in her direction As she walks past her reflection She is the hostess. Like stars in the night sky, The perfect pair gleams with extravagance They hug her comfortably Holds her elegantly and stably She gives a cry! Tick tock, time flies away Panic washes over her like a tsunami Her hands grasp blindly Seizing the stilettos so desperately She glances at the time, and rushes out on her way…

Chapter 1 "Everyone has a power?" Undine Mildheart gave the other girl an annoyed look. That other girl just looked back with a puzzled expression. This whole new concept did not sink into her mind, but that was only because she was the last to be tagged in the game. Undine pondered a moment to find a way to explain to this stupid clueless girl called Amanda. She may be academically smart in almost every subject, but her street smart was missing some...or maybe she just liked to bug her. "Anyone have food?!" A boy groaned beside Undine. The dark haired girl only rolled her eyes. But she was still fond of her over sized boyfriend. "Wanna e

Prologue It was a cool and breezy night. The wind tickled the wisps of clouds that danced in the dark velvet sky. In a city beneath, sat sounds of activity; the honks of horns, chatter of pedestrians and footsteps…my footsteps. I pulled my coat closer to my face. The wind carried my hair as I quickened my pace ahead. My mind swirled with never ending thoughts. Thoughts that made me want to walk down the sidewalk in the beginning. I shouldn't drag this on. I'll tell you what bothered me so much that I had to make this brisk walk to the Bar to clear my thoughts… It was only recently that I found out that I was half angel. The hel

When two people meet, how would you know if they were destined to be? Do the feelings just spark? I'm so sick of this, I don't know if my waiting was a complete waste, Were you always in front of me? Is it you? Or is it him? Don't hurt me. And since I say that, I can't hurt you. Then maybe it's better if we both went our separate ways. I don't want to hurt you because I don't want you to hate me. I'm selfish, yes. All the bitter feelings well up inside, Threatening to poor out of my throat, Like disgusting and putrid vomit. But I shouldn't hold back anymore. You can hate me all you want, because I hate myself more. All this t