Hi‚ my names Valerie and I was born November 1st‚ 2000 at 1:30pm in New Westminster‚ British Columbia. Although‚ after almost six years of living in BC my Mom decided it was best my sister‚ Jennifer‚ her and I all move to Calgary‚ Alberta. We lived there for about a year‚ then we moved to the Okanagan in British Columbia‚ then back down to Surrey. I’m thankful I never moved outside of Canada because living in Canada means freedom‚ plus everyone’s so nice. Anyway‚ after all that moving you would think
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I write this with a heavy heart. My head just continues spinning everything has happened so fast. The term ‘in the blink of an eye’ sadly applies in this situation. As much as I’d like to receive my fair share of revenge‚ I am uncertain who would be responsible. I am the only person culpable for the fatal end of Mercutio. Sad to say‚ I stood idly watching one of my best friends die‚ I simply served as a bystander in the grievous events. For the past days I’ve been riddled with guilt and an excessive
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Her name was Jeanie “Have you ever loved someone so much‚ you’d give an arm for? Not the expression‚ no‚ literally give an arm for? When they know they’re your heart and you know you were their amour and you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her/him.” I was listening to a song that is by a rapper who is known by Eminem. The song was called‚ When I’m Gone. This song made me think about a time when I lost someone that I loved so much but didn’t get a chance to remind them of that‚ and her name
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Springtime is here and the temperatures feel wonderful! We have experienced plenty of beautiful sunshine filled days in the past couple of weeks. The flowers on my cherry tree have bloomed‚ my little roadrunner is back‚ the bunny population is booming‚ and I have even seen a few coyotes hanging around the area. Wildlife has come out of hibernation‚ and can be seen roaming freely around the area. But wait! We have also experienced quite a bit of wind. With wind comes pollen being spread across the
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The wind flowed across the streets‚ carrying the sounds of laughter and happiness. I shivered slightly as I turned to my friends and breathed in the cold air. Nathaniel looked at his watch‚ “It’s seven forty-five‚ we have about thirty more minutes‚” I glanced at my friend‚ he was wearing a black robe with a mask that had blood dripping down it and it was as scary as a nightmare about Jingles the clown. He was a grim reaper sort of thing. Audrey was a drummer and was wearing an AC/DC hoodie and black
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Father. The only person who had been there for me. Has shaped me into the man I am today and without him‚ I would be nothing. Now he’s gone‚ I am nothing. Consumed with darkness and hatred‚ which has ignited my anger towards the men who poisoned my father or as the devils call him ‘King Willie.’ As I walked through the forest‚ I reminisced about how father and I would look for the best trees for the mill workers. Tears start gushing down my face like a waterfall. I clenched my teeth and started
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How To Play Volleyball! Imagine you are in a dark‚ deserted‚ brick alleyway. A night owl hoots in the distance. Your phone just died and you are ten miles away from home. You are bored out of your mind because you cannot think of anything to do. Zing! A motorcycle coughing black smoke streaks by‚ but does not notice you. No one is walking by because the dingy‚ damp alleyway you are stranded in is not a place anyone wants to be. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. If you have a ball‚ you
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Basking in the hellfire‚ there I lay guzzling a venomous cask‚ drenched in pangs of sorrow and grief‚ all too aware that an end was coming. But there I stayed‚ immobile and unyielding—cemented in place by an unwavering propensity for sentimentalism. What I was is who I am‚ and as the cycles of time turn in their predictable paths‚ a clog comprised mostly of a yearning for what never was threatened to disrupt this natural order. But still I stayed there‚ slumped in place—a man with purpose‚ a man
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October 31st‚ 1992‚ a mom named Kate and her 14 year old daughter Jill. They were eating breakfast. “This tastes funny‚ kinda like rubber” said Jill. “I’m using a new pan for the eggs.” said Kate. “Not the eggs the water” responded Jill. “I don’t know then” said Kate. JIll went to school. Kate was feeling bored‚ so she went out to her porch. There was a pumpkin sitting on the railing. She picked it up it felt heavy too heavy. It was filled with smooth black rocks. They had etchings on them. She
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Oresteia’s been in shock since she shot her mother. She and Marcy’s gnatty little sister are about the same age‚ so I asked Marcy to babysit when Hella needs a break or other duties. I still get horny when I think of gnat girl. My ancestral ghosts have different proclivities. Tycho Brahe must have brought in whores for Jepp to fuck. I get a perverse pleasure watching myself fuck the traitor girls‚ from the prison cell. Commodus wants to ass fuck everyone he meets‚ so I’ve dedicated myself to make
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