snowtears0310

i used to play piano... did you know that? it's not really something i'm proud of... because i used to do it but i can't anymore... i've always wanted to pick it up again to feel the cool ivory of the keys and the smooth stained wood and the chip from one of those times that i don't remember now or maybe i've just choosen to forget...

i dont understand... everyone seems to have that sort of special someone or someone likes them and loves them and wants to be with them. or everyone loves someone or likes someone or desires to be with them and they can and they are happy with them and sad without them then why am i so sad both ways? i find myself crying now adays, or wanting to cry, or trying not to cry and everything in between. im glad everyone is so happy, really, and id much rather them be happy and me sad than the other way around. but i just want to be truely happy for just a day and not on the verge of tears or pretending to smile or depressing everyone because i j

Rise of the Clans Prologue    Four cats huddled together in the dim darkness in the protection of a hollow log. Rain pelted at the rotting wood, soaking through and dripping on the already wet group below.    "Is there no where else we can meet?" Asked a black and white tom, his blue eyes staring at a molten she-cat.    "This is the safest place. The twolegs have already spread across the southern border..." She replied, crouching miserably in the rotting wood.    "We can't keep this up anymore -- there is war between cats and territories. My cats are in turmoil, twolegs have b

Paranoia...   It's not fun. It's like a punch in the gut, a tear-streaked cheek, a pain... no... an emptyness that won't go away.   I... I suffer from paranoia.   What is paranoia? It is your "Is there something in my teath or on the back of my pants?" "Are my bangs messed up?" but its also the "Was that a look he gave me?" or "Was I annoying them?"   I constantly struggle with staying silent -- because when I speak it's loud and annoying. I feel like I lose my friends when I do something wierd or annoying and I'm afraid that everyone will leave me. I say something and everyone laughs but later I regret it. I think: "I hope they don't

The Evolution of Zoey Bradshaw Chapter 1 (I will put up the rest of the chapter on this same submission but only bits at a time. You will be notified when I do, and I will say EDIT when it's a new part so you don't have to re-read)   I stared blankly at my dark ceiling, glancing at my alarm clock every now and then. 6:35 a.m. Not time to get up yet. My thoughts began to wander once more to my new school, Beachwood Academy of the Arts. It's a private school that is crazy expensive, but I got a scholarship. The Dean thinks I have "potential" as an actress and signed me up.   Beachwood Academy revolves around the arts; mu

Looking Glass Land   You know that land...   The land where you hide your deepest darkest secrets and desires? Where you also store your greatest fears and concerns? Where you can have anything you want, as long as you are willing to work for it?   You can get lost in your thoughts but you know exactly where you are somehow. Even though the path gets lost, gets erased, there is always someone there to help you, even if you can't see them. Or maybe the message isn't all that clear, but who is really going to just give you the answer?   Maybe in your secret land there are talking caterpillers and smil

  "What's going on!" Pebblestream yowled, raising her head in alarm. Minnowkit, who had huddled under her mother's soft fur, knew her mother had been asleep while she explored camp. Fear filled the small nursery as a  large warrior squeazed into the nursery and stood, bristling at the entrance.  "Don't worry, I'll keep the dogs away." The warrior tom growled to them, his tail flicking in anger. His brown fur was bristling, his hackles raised.  "That's Brackenleaf." Pebblestream whispered to her trembling kit. "He's one of the best fighters in the clan. We are well protected." She tried to reasure, but her voice was shaking in fear, giving

Robinpaw WindClan medicine cat apprentice. She has green eyes and calico fur. She's a hard worker and once trained to be a warrior, but choose to become a medicine cat after she fell sick with greencough. Shes kind and caring, but likes to be left alone. Her only friend is Briarpaw. Minnowpaw 1 RiverClan medicine cat apprentice. She has light blue eyes and thick but sleek grey, almost silver, fur. She works hard and is loyal to her clan and just wants to help everyone, no matter what clan. She's caring and smart. Minnowpaw 2 RiverClan apprentice. She has light blue eyes and thick but sleek grey, almost silver, fur. She works hard and is loy

Watch the Flowers Grow  He held my had as we walked.  I wasn't quite sure why. I mean, he had never done anything like that, no one has. It felt good even though his hand was growing sweaty in mine. He didn't say much but I could easily tell he was deep in thought.  "What do you think about love?" He asked me as we neared the grove in the park where we always talked. I could tell he had thought those words through carefully. We were standing there in the pale dawn light, watching the buds opening on the trees and bushes.  "Well I don't know muh about it except it is like life, as unpredictable as the flowers budding around us." I said

   She can't shake the feeling that she's pathetic, that she's in way over her head. She fell for him before and as soon as she thinks she's in the clear he comes back, stronger and harder than before.   She can't sleep and she doesn't feel like eating and she feels so alone even though she's surrounded by her friends. But they aren't really there, they are just husks of what they should be, empty shells where souls once were. They would stare at her with vacant eyes and happy smiles and she would reflect their looks perfectly -- oh if only they knew, if only they knew.   She's broken inside because she's afraid of what will happen. She's