tranquilangel

Truth I'm the mother who sits by the phone, waiting for her children to call. I'm the policeman who falls to the ground, protecting an innocent. I'm the unborn child, Kicking to prove I'm here. I'm the most precious, I'm the ones we all hold dear. I'm the forgotten homeless, trying to find food. I'm the abused and broken, using makeup to hide a bruise. I'm the lost child, torn from the womb. I'm the cursed and suffering, Those none will choose. I'm the blessed and lucky, I'm the ones who's scorned. How many times does it take to show, We are all one, not many. I'm the destroyer of life, I'm the giver of peace. I have n

Chapter 3: Autonomy of a Dream Ally This was exquisite. It had taken Ally almost five hours to hack through the rock blocking the path. Each swing of the shovel and pike had revealed new pictures and different styles, leading to the belief that these had been created over centuries or even millennium. She saw things she had never dreamed of, but when that final swing had caused the hole to form, a new butterfly began to grow in her stomach. There was another room! She lifted her lamp into the area, hoping and not really knowing what to expect. It was beautiful. The room was half full of water, but a sizable part of the floor was rock. It w

Chapter two: Recognition In the palace dining hall As Morgan slipped inside the room, he noticed one thing right away; the whole family was gathered. Not just his father, mother, four brothers and little sister, but EVERYONE. All his relatives from all over the kingdom, even the ones he rarely saw.  Momentarily set back, Morgan just waited by the door, hoping not to be seen. It was times like these that he hated being part of the royal family. If something big came up, a total family meeting took place. 'Why can't we have some peace and quiet around here?' he grumbled silently. He lingered at the door, then seeing no escape, slowly floate

Noises In the tall narrow room by the door sits the girl, watching the wind out the window thumping the chair on the floor. The shadows cast by outside light throw the shape of a ghost. A creaky step forces impossible ghost thoughts; a look about the room and the turning on of a light shows no one to the girl. She stands then, pacing the floor to resume watching out the window as it starts to rain. The window crack whistles with the wind, ghost noises that are joined by a creaking floor moving along with invisible feet through the room. A search under the bed proves to the girl that the invisible thing is hiding; even ligh

Sweet Foam                                                     Chapter one: The discovery Allyson O'Doole swam out to the sandbar, hoping to avoid her brother and his friends. The day was cool for California and overcast, with the hint of rain. Allyson (or Ally, as she preferred) turned her eyes to the shore, making sure that the group of guys was still occupied by the beach babes who were currently playing volleyball, badly she added, and thus had to lean over to grab the ball every two minutes. Let's say the view was very distracting. Ally smirked and continued on, reaching the sandbar in about two minutes. She stood up and shook her lo

Wash Away Rain drops fall as the sky clouds over. People run for shelter. I stand at the door, not feeling, just being. The air grows colder. I shiver and hug myself tighter. My mind goes back to that rainy day, When you told me you loved me, Always thought of me, that you'd never go away. I sigh and look back at the people behind me, Chatting as they wait for a break. I step out of the cover, When I hear the thunder, And I let myself wash away. You left me and broke me. How can I be? You were my everything. There is nothing to wait for, Nothing to have. I let myself wash away.

The Creation I stare out the window, watching you as you turn away. Are you really sure about this? I see your pain. You think I don't see it. You say we can't be, but how do you know? I feel betrayal. You promised me nothing would happen. Now I see the ribbons from that long-ago day flutter off, the Wind carrying them away, just like you. You close yourself, I close myself. I try to understand, but the fear is too real, too great. I follow the rain drops down the window, where I have stood since you left. It seems like its been forever. My heart beats, slowly, each thump a Stab in my chest. Nothing can beat this. I take my tools

Choosing My Baby's Daddy Chapter One: "Hooker's Girl" I was young when I decided that I would have a child. I remember that I was determined to have a child and raise it with love and caring, which was more then what my mother gave me. Momma was a hooker, had been from the age of fourteen. She sounds like someone should have been raised on the streets. Wrong. Momma was brought up in a very proper neighborhood, with rich parents and anything she wanted. Unfortunately, for my grandparents, Momma wanted to be different. She wanted to break the role of 'rich girl' and 'prep' that she had heard all her life. So, she went to a thrift store, boug