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Empty Valentine's Today is Febuary 14, Valentine's day And here I am locked up in my darkened room with a box of unopened chocolated sitting next to me while everyone else is outside giving each other flowers or sweets. Valentine's is supposed to be a happy holiday, but for me it's a painful one. Valentine's serves as a painful reminder of my failures, all seven of them. My first was with a girl I had a crush on, we were somewhat friends, though we didnt get much chances to talk to each other but when we got the chance to it was....nice. A lot of time passed between out talks but i didnt care, I was trapped in my happy delusions. And then, b

In the Dark I stumble through the darkend maze that was once a mall. As I steady myself with the large stick I've using as a walking stick I shout into the endless abyss, "Hello? is anyone there?" My question was answered by the deep echo of my own voice. I slump to the dusty tiled floor, my breath comes outnforced and weak, it takes tons of effort to make a simple bonfire, The fatique of wandering these dark halls has finally come upon me full force, my mind teeters on the edge of sleep but I know better than to rest when those things could be near-by. Those freaky pale blue "ghosts" is the best word to describe them, And the dogs, oh how I

One Sided An awkward silence hung in the air,my face felt hot and every breath I took was filled with anxiety. I felt like an idiot,I mean,what made me think she would return my strange feelings? Im a socially awkward odd-ball who can't even hold a conversation. And yet here I am right now,confessing my odd-ball love. I lift my head to look at the girl infront of me. A deep red blush painted her smooth beautiful face,her bright azure eyes showed her confusion, great now I feel guilty for putting her in such a sensitive situation. In the end,we just stood there,not sure what to say or do. It felt like hours before she finally said something.

A Survivor and Her Guide. 1.3 I stood in the center of what was once my room,letting the bright orange rays of light paint my usually iron grey hair the same hue. Dust particles trailed after me as moved from the center of the room to the ruined remains of what was a table. shards of glass and cracked remains of pictures decorated the table,most of the pictures were already too damaged to make anything out. But that wasn't what I was looking for,I crouched underneath the table and pulled off the loosened board. A mess of old candy wrappers,crumpled drawings and other misc waste flowed from where the board was,"Where is it?" I asked myself. I

A Girl and Her Umbrella. 1.1 The deafening crash of rain blotted out every other sound besides the metronome beat of my heart. I held my umbrella with an iron grip making sure not a single drop of rain water would touch me. I continued a brisk pace through the muddy street,careful not to fall into one of the many puddles scattered around. As soon as mud turned to old weathered stone I knew I was on the right track. I gradually relaxed my pace as I began to take note of my surroundings. Old concrete ruins with large amounts of plant growth covering them. Rusted cars,long abandoned shops and restaurants. Has it really been this long? I closed

In a small quiet town,lived a young girl who lives within the town's clocktower. No one knew why she would live in the clocktower. "Been abandoned for years!" Many say. When questioned about it,all she said was. "I am only watching it for a friend." This answer didn't satisfy everyone,some of the townspeople endlessly pestered her. Others started a web of wild and crazy rumors. But despite all of this,the girl continued to flash her bright and cheery smile. 2nd half: within the tower. I sit in my tower,watching the hours tick by,my eyes do not fall nor does my body tire,for I need no sleep. I couldn't help but ask myself again, "Why was I mad