MissDantil

looking at a blank page frustration sets in words don't come let's hunt for inspiration. paint splatters on old building walls                                                                    (like Rorschach tests!) lightning tornado sirens playing with fire music so much music again with the music                                                                (why isn't this working like it usually does!!) attempting to construct macaroni masterpieces or a magnum opus made of cloth scraps all to find that single spark                                                                (supernovas!!!)                

See that lovely girl over there? She’s latched onto his arm, giggling. She motors behind him as he Steers her through the crowds. Did he buy her from the toy store? A perfect little china doll, Wrapped up delicately in satin and lace, face painted Just so, she always says the right thing. Smiles, laughs at all the perfect times. Oh, but how hard can it really be? He asks question “A”, she gives response “B”. After all, he’s got her programmed. She’s just his coin-operated girl.

Dear Diary,  My name is Lisette Marie Carlyle, and let it be known that from this day forwards, that I vow to NEVER fall in love again! All boys, no matter how pretty or “nice”, are PIGS! I HATE them so! I never want to speak to one ever again! I’ll just be a nice little old lady who lives in a house with her cats, how about that, DAMIEN MCKINLEY?! Yes, I know he’s never going to read this, but it feels nice to write it out. Mother, if you ever invade my privacy and read this diary because I’m out running around with lesbian nun strippers or something, Damien McKinley turned me. Don’t be mad at me, please! It&#

Dear Diary,     It’s a nice morning and I woke up feeling a little better than last night. I suppose I should finish what I started, huh? So…More about me, I guess. Hm, what’s a good start? I already covered the basics, so I guess I should talk about my favorite things. It might seem odd for a girl in my situation, but I adore music, especially the hardcore scene. I like mostly unknown and unsigned bands I see at the shows I sneak out to. They’re normally pretty cheap, and it’s often much easier to go see them every week or so than to worry about buying, then hiding a bunch of CDs. No, I only buy

  I think I’ve found out why people are always sadder the older they get. It’s not a complicated explanation either, nope. It all boils down to one simple fact: As they grow older, people loose touch with their inner child.  That’s really the bottom line. I mean, once you really look at it, we’ve all got that kid still left in us. We’re just bigger now, and we’ve got better toys. I mean, sure we may get some money out of it, but aren’t a lot of careers just big, fancy versions of games we used to play as kids? If you forget about the money, how are pop idols different from the little girls they used to be,

   I guess, upon much reflection, I’d say I’ve had a rough life. But I’m not crazy with self-pity or anything. There’s a lot of poor girls out there who’ve had it way worse than me. Hell, there’s a lot of people who still do, actually! Now, I’m not trying to complain about this either, but I do wish there was a happy-medium category as far as lives go. In most people’s eyes, your life is either really bad, or really good. Either you’re a homeless, disease-ridden kid in some 3rd world country, or you’re rich and happy with a nice family, perfectly manicured lawn, nice house, and

They didn’t like me. None of them did. As a matter of fact, I think that they all hated me. I could see it in the way that they glared and me and hear it in the way they talked to me. From kindergarten up to high school, none of them had shown me any warmth. When I was little, I couldn’t help but wonder why. Why do these people hate my sister so much? Why are they so mean? Why don’t they let us play with them, too? That stopped, though. Now, I hate them too.

She reloaded her gun, wishing the process could go faster. She couldn’t see them around her, but she knew they were there, knew they were close. It was only a matter of time before they showed themselves, came in for the kill. Her breathing quickened and she looked around, nearly tripping in the process, probably turning too fast to actually notice anything. She ran for a box, and after scrambling behind it, she suddenly heard a “clink”. Then all she could see was red. Beta threw her controller down in frustration. “Damn grenades! They get me every single time!”