Hell Road No. 7 Ch. 7"Chocolate is a creamy mixture that melts on your tongue, making it the perfect comfort food for any of your problems. It has a way of wrapping you in a security blanket of sorts, making everything ok." Rin grinned, swaying the twig around as she explained and pulling the fancy coat tighter around her since it kept slipping. "And if there's caramel or nuts in it too, then that's just an added bonus." 'Mmmm...' talking about the heavenly sweet made her mouth water.
Mahaado nodded skeptically, unable to see how a food could make everything seem alright. Back where he lived, food was only the neccessity for survival. Besides, he had never heard of something like chocolate before. 'Maybe it has magical properties that help ward off evil spirits.' "Is chocolate something hard to get?" he asked now interested in it as in a magical science subject.
"No~ Kina usually brings me some because she knows it's my happiness in a wrapper, but I think going into stores makes her uncomfort
Humane No MoreI have been in need of assistance on many accounts, as we all are at times;
My search for a kind word unearthered snide laughter
I looked for respect and was shoved aside
My hope for a helping hand shattered by rude comments
I wanted to succeed and tasted bitter defeat
My journey for kindness ended with smug smirks
I asked for help and went over looked
My quest for compassion led to a smack in the face
I begged for mercy and received brutality
My pleas for justice are rivaled by chaos
I prayed for peace and watched others be slaughtered
My yearning for normality was snuffed out by the strange nature of life
I stood for democracy and was choked on hipocrisy
My dreams of a fair land are strangled by reality's cruel hold
I sought humanity and got a kick in the teeth
Jigsaw RelationTwo puzzle pieces seemingly crushed together to fit, rest forgotten in the corner.
One is brilliant but lax, the other mediocre yet reliable.
A flashy with make up punk-goth, and resistant tomboy.
The February born is loving without open affection, the November a hug-whore with commitment issues.
While one is stubborn, the other is a total caver.
The right is blunt and straight forward, the other prefering to beat around the bush.
While one is most always content, the second is constantly on the brink of depression.
Seemingly polar opposites but still somehow fitting;
Right and left,
Black and white,
Day and night,
Summer and winter,
Air and earth,
Yin and Yang.
One is more extroverted, pushing into her concave companion to fill the gap.
Both with their heads down to plow through,
Both full of abstract thoughts and conspiracy theories on everything,
Both prefering animals to fellow humans.
By chance or fate, the two are stuck together, neither whole without the other. The pieces are in
Clash 4____Akila'Why don't you go sit with them?' I asked, slightly irritated that she had been standing there blankly for five minutes.
"You mean the table of blondes? Nah, they're a bunch of sluts. Being associated with them wouldn't be good." Ok, so sometimes her talking out loud to me wasn't the best thing in the world.
'You do know that they can hear you, right?' And that the whole table was now glaring at us. But more importantly; what kind of aneight year old was a slut?!
"That's the idea." She smiled slightly, slipping into a chair at an empty table. 'Easier if my solitude seems by choice.'
'You have got to stop reading the dictionary before bed!'
Callie laughed, pulling out her lunch of absolute junk. Of course, I had talked her into throwing out all the healthy crap her mom had packed this morning. Now it consisted of brownies, chocolate cake, blueberry muffins, and a thermos of coffee. She wasn't a big fan of chocolate, but it was easy enough to sway her. 'I t
Clash 3____AkilaThe room was on the large side for a little kid of five, yet all the junk laying around gave the illusion of a much smaller space. Clothes were strewn around, papers scattered on the floor, and stuffed animals were in disorganized heaps.
'Geez kid, this place is a mess!'
Callie pouted, picking up one of the oversized bears and tossing it up on her dresser. "Is not! Everything has a place where it belongs."
'I thought that clothes always went in a closet or a dresser.' I giggled, liking the way that she blankly stared at the near hurricane quality destruction.
"Ok, so I'm not really organized." She shrugged, obviously uncaring to that small fact. 'It's too much trouble and I'm lazy.'
I bit back yet another laugh, she didn't need to know I could hear her thoughts. I was just fine with her talking aloud to me; it made me feel alive again. 'I do admire your work ethic.'
Callie laughed, busy petting all her stuffed animals as if they were real. She paid special a
Hell Road No. 7 Ch. 6'Hm, he's finally gone.' The brown cat yawned and stretched, sauntering towards the fridge. The biggest problem with this place was that the only thing ever around to eat was rock hard pizza and take out that had fuzzy things growing on it.
And that afternoon proved to be no different; supreme pizza and Chinese food with a layer of green on the top. The girl sighed, even the milk's expiration date was questionable. 'Tristan really needs to get himself a girlfriend!' The idea of living a double life flashed by quickly; girlfriend by day, cat by night. Id be like Batman. Only saving my stomach instead of people.
Then she laughed, closing the fridge and flopping down on the couch. 'Or I could just go out with him once, just to stock the shelves for a few weeks.' Sure there was cat food, but after having salmon flavored mush twice a day for a week, it really started to get disgusting.
The door opening spooked her back into the feline shape, fur