BookWormAwesomeness

Millions of people on this Earth. Millions to judge. To stereotype. To be wrong about. Black. You're a bad influence. You own a gun. Trouble maker. Gang. Ghetto. Asian. Smart. Glasses. Geeky (boys). Hott (girls). Arabic. Convenience Store. Terrorist. Abusive. Horrible. White. Raciest. Rich. Uptight. Mean. Guy. Douche bag. Player. Sexist. Doesn't care. Things of only sex. Girl. Slut. Sweet. Weak. Dumb. Emotional. Not all blacks are trouble makers. Not all Asians are smart. Not all Arabs are terrorists. Not all Whites are raciest. Not all guys are douche bags. And not all girls are emotional. Can't we just stop? Skin, r

~Chapter One~ I lay on the soft, dirty ground, starring up at the sky. It was nighttime, and the sky was full of stars. I wasn't really looking at the stars, though. I was looking at the moons. No one knows exactly how many moons orbit this planet, but we know it's a lot. The sky is full of them. Not only that, but they're also a bunch of different colors, shapes, and sizes. Much like the people and animals on Medina, I suppose. We're all different, with different traits and looks and powers. The difference between the sky and us is that similar moons don't trap the different moons in a closed up space that's full of poor people and horribl

A soul without a mate is not much. You could live. You could die. But you would be alone, your soul crying out. Nobody wants that, why do you think there is love? Humans are meant to love. Love is what helps us get through the day, it is what supports us when we fall. Love makes us feel alive. Embarrassed. Sad. Angry. Happy. Alive. Why do we have love? Well, no one knows. It's just there, always has been. The love for our children, husbands, wives, friends, family, and sometimes even complete strangers. Love is an odd thing, no? We can fall in and out of love; sometimes we screw it all up. We're with our soul mates, but we don't

~Prologue~ My home, Meldina, use to be beautiful. You could have magic inside you and not be punished for it. They accepted it. Now, the place has gone downhill. At least, it seems that way for most of us. Some agree with the way things are. They were jealous of us, so they gathered us all up and trapped us, abusing us. When did this all happen? When they start destroying the places that held magic users? When did they start killing? I used to be so happy, so full of hope. Now…there's just…sadness. I can barely feel the hope anymore. When I look inside myself, I just see darkness. That, above all else, scares me the most. What will

Kiss me when the sky is black and the angels fall to our eyes. Kiss me when the moon hides and frozen tears fall to our faces. Kiss me when we're wrapped up in scratchy, warm cloth. Kiss me when there is fog between our eyes and our gaze never wavers. Kiss me when the time is right and our arms are intertwined. Kiss me when you wish, or when I will it. Kiss me when the mood is full of static and warmth. Kiss me when the air is cold, but we are warm. Just please kiss me. DAMMIT BOY!! KISS ME!!!!!!!!!

I was a bookworm, the "geek" of the class. I had glasses, thick, brown fuzzy hair, and wasn't exactly on the skinny side. My eyes were blue green and the only thing that seemed to stand out on me. I use to do softball, then tennis, and liked neither. What I mainly want to be is an author, but I'm not yet there. Besides, I'm just 15, who knows what'll happen in a few years. The problem is that my parents want me to do a sport and I have no interest in sports. They just bore me. I'd rather stay at home and read a book than stand around, hitting a ball back and forth for some stupid game that I don't care about. I think that's how I came up wi

As Marcy walked down the hall, she began crying a bit. Her heart was breaking into little pieces because of what she had to do. She didn't want to do it, but she knew she had. If she didn't, they would both regret it. She just had to do this...a few words, that's it...but could she? Marcy walked a little slower. She  didn't want to do this. She thought she would be with him forever. They would have gotten married and had so many children. The second she broke up with him, all that would be gone, carried away by a strong breath of wind. How could she do that? They had so many dreams together. They would all be crushed to little itty bitty pie

"Jenny, Trudy, Lavender, Harry, Sara, Adele..." Names and more names. What was the point of these stupid names? Why did we use letters for them anyways? Why not numbers? Or symbols? I mean, why not? "Kenny, Mary, Richard, James, Larry" Some names were just so lame. I mean, for example, Larry. Who would name their kid Larry? They must have really bad taste. "Maria, Jagger, Ron, Hikaru..." And the meaning behind them! What's the point of that? All it does is give people expectations of what they have to be! Most of them aren't even true. Someone named Brenden isn't necessarily a prince. "Conner, Bill, Charlie, Fred, Guinevere..." Names a

     Robin was driving down the road when she saw something strange. Over there, on the big oak tree that was hidden by all the shorter trees except for the top, was covered in birds. Not just one type of bird either. Every type of bird, every color, every size. Even exotic birds, which was just plain odd. Robin look at the time and thought for a second. Finally, she seemed to make up her mind and pulled over. She got out of the car and walked through all the bushes and trees that lead to the big oak. After a few minuets, she reached a clearing where the tree stood. It wasn't only birds there, it was also tons of animals, and not just the one

     You're stuck in a hole of darkness. That's all that's there. Darkness. You have no idea how you got there, but you're there. You want to get out, escape, but you feel so bogged down by the darkness that you do nothing. You feel as if hope doesn't exist anymore. It just disappeared like your happiness. Unshed tears run down your face, finally able to escape. You think of all that you've screwed up, every sad moment in your life. You're on your knees, giving up to the darkness. You cry, and cry, and cry.      "Why can't it just end?" you ask yourself. What you don't realize is that it will