DeathTheWriter

[Everyone can follow their dreams...] I do what most people call 'risky' or 'suicidal' for a living. Well, they only say that because they have no idea what it's really like do actually try what I do. And of they knew, oh if they only knew how much fun it is. I feel like I'm walking on nothing. Flying through the sky with nothing to stop me from being free. Taking those small or large steps forward is enough to get adrenaline flowing throughout my body. Although there in no wind to send my [hair length] [hair colour] hair flying like a hurricane behind me, the feeling of the slightest breeze stays with me. And then there are the days I'm a

[It may be beautiful now…] Loud footsteps echoed down the long, pristine white hallway. Many doors, coloured in the same blinding white, were planted in the walls, the windows in the doors tinted so no one could see into the rooms beyond. I was walking down this long hallway, my arm being roughly dragged by one of the scientists.  Pain was definitely there; I couldn’t feel my small, young arm. My younger self wasn’t looking around the hallway or keeping her gaze to the floor; she was kicking and screaming for her mother and father. She wanted her family. And that’s when I realised that something was wrong; that someth

[Saying that I’ll forget you…] [Name]’s POV I looked down at the darky coloured pavement of the school courtyard as I made my way to my usual place, a lone bench over in the corner of the crowded courtyard. No one went there, well, no one but me. Holding my school textbooks, workbooks, folders and pencil case closer to my body, I pushed my way through the crowd of students and made my way to the bench. I could feel the cold, hurtful stares that the other students were giving me, but I made nothing of them. Years ago, these stares would’ve been followed by comments that stung like bullet wounds left untreated. But no

[You don’t know me that well yet…] I sat on the silky covers of my bed, hugging my knees and still trying to comprehend everything that I was told. I didn’t even remember coming up to my room, in fact. I remember some yelling after Luciano finished telling me everything I ‘had to know’, meaning that I most probably exploded into a raging half-human half-bird girl yelling at everything, feeling different emotions she had ever experienced before. Great, I thought glumly. That’s exactly how you react to life changing news. Great job, [Name]. But, I guess it was an alright reaction to what I was told. I clos

[???’s POV] Humans are such fickle beings.   They can wrap their mind around things and change them to fit their own sense of reality, to stop the sense of sheer terror that they have. Like when they see something that they deem to be ‘supernatural’. Those fickle humans make such a big deal out of something that is meant to be small and insignificant. If these supernatural beings do exist, they’d be scared off by the human’s idiocy.   Despite their idiocy, humans are adorable. The colour drained out of my victim’s face as I drove my knife through his chest and directly through his heard, ending his sorro

[I am very sorry Father…] I walked aimlessly along the beach, the soft sand crunching underneath my feet. My fair skin shone in the ravishing light that the sun bore down on this gracious land. I held onto my elegantly designed skirts so they wouldn’t get all dirty and wet from the glistening water and the sand. My long [hair colour] hair was beautifully put up in such a way it is impossible to describe. I was smiling the whole time I was walking along the beach, admiring my surroundings. But I couldn’t shake off a feeling of dread. It was almost like someone was watching me lustfully, with a smirk of satisfaction upon the

[Name]’s POV I yawned as I slapped the table beside my bed, trying to stop my alarm that was blaring out [favourite song]. With great difficulty, I managed to get the alarm clock to shut up. Sighing, I rolled onto my side to look at my alarm clock, my eyes squinted. It read 6:30am. Too early, my mind told my body, but I knew differently. Much to my dismay, I stretched my achy body and slowly got out of my warm covers, only to make my way over to the bathroom to have a shower before anyone can see me and my scared body. All her life she has seen All the meaner side of me They took away the prophet's dream for a profit on the street

[Emotions? That’s an extravagance to me…] There was a loud crash, referencing that my cage had been opened. My younger self flinched and looked up, face full of emotion, at the white coated man kneeling down in front of my ‘room’. His sky blue eyes, framed by glasses, seemed kind to me at the time, but now they showed that he was eager to do the next experiment on me. His short blonde hair was messy, like he was restless during the night, and there was a small ahoge sticking up as well. “Hey there dude, I need you for something special!” the man said loudly with his thick American accent, holding his hand

[Run away…] No, I thought, fear most probably seen in my usually emotionless [eye colour] eyes. It’s impossible! How could they-! “Hello again!” A voice a little too cheery greeted me, the owner of the voice smiling. I wanted to run away. Run away to anywhere safe. Like that room with the lovely soft carpet and the silky mahogany fabric. The door should’ve had a lock, so I could lock myself in there. As well as that, the windows should be able to open. Maybe I could flee if I sneak off unseen, I thought quickly, The person who spoke before looked at me, curiosity and concern seen in his red eyes. “Subje