Hearts of a Feather

I guess I'm not the only one

Who has to watch

From the sidelines

I guess I'm not the only one

Who drives a different car

Lindsay's Post

This is my friend Lindsay post. As in100% her. Blame me notfor her rudeness. JK.

You cry. Cry. Cry. Your tears soak your pillow as you sob into it.

The words.

The harsh, unforgivable words.

Ugly.

Fat.

Useless.

It hurt, right?

Pain fills your heart. And who could blame you? Nobody.

It's funny, though. We blame society...

But we are society.

You're beautiful, everyone is. Keep your head held high.

Just remember:

You are important. You are loved. You are needed. You are useful. You are you.

And that's a gift. Screw everyone else. Love your life; it's the only one you've got.

Remember, 100% Lindsay. ;) Check out my other blog! Just click on about me and click on Clouds on A sunny day.

Birds of a Feather

You two

Are a flock of a different color

The same color to you

A different color to us

When the rest just slip by

You hold on

A Different World

There's a whole different world

One outside of ours

That you belong to

With few others

Why can't I see it too

Keep You Safe

Part One

I will keep you safe

No one will hurt you

You'll go through life

Un-Scared 

Un-Broken

Part two

It's hard to keep you safe

With hate so close to the door

You have burns on your heart

Is it my fault or yours?

Part Three

I couldn't keep you safe

Hate won in the end

Everything is burned to a crisp

We will build a house

Of ashes

The Stupid Thing Is...

The stupid thing is
You're leaving soon
Maybe in a week
Maybe in a day
So it's useless to tell you
Face to face
It'd be easier
To scream it to the world

Beautiful

You're beautiful

You know it

You're a model

Traipsing around

Stealing every heart I ever wanted

Now you're Taken

But does that matter?

No

You stole him too

FaerieTale

Here is part of a story I'm working on.

FaerieTale

By: Hannah G. Chapel

1

December 14~

The date is only a rough estimate, I don't know how long I've been here. It might have a day, a moment, or a century. Time is wacky here.

My name is Isa Dromada Azale. I am 14. I am also a Warrior Fairy, apparently. No, not like Winx Club or Tinkerbell. This is different. This is dangerous. I'm talking deadly. I'm talkin-

Wait, I can't waste words or ink.

It's time to begin my story, ready?

~Isabella Dromada Azale

2

December 14~

Look, I'm not gonna bore you with how it began. You don't deserve that. Let's just say it involved a key, a book,a nd a stained glass window.

And a lotta pain.

Oh yeah baby, a whole lotta pain.

~ ~ ~

My first clear memory is being carried by Taylor Lautner, Harry Styles, and Justin Bieber's faerie look alikes. No joke. . Harry (Jynx) and Justin (Calibray) were carrying me while Taylor (Tog) carried my clothes and the book. He was smirking at me, so I fainted. Later he said it was because of his hotness.

~ ~ ~

My second clear memory, I was covered from the neck down in a lucious quilt. I rolled over onto my back, and i was immediately in pain. In shock, I sat up and screamed. An old woman with butterfly wings looked up at me from the floor.

"Are you all right, Isabella?"

My poor brain couldn't take that butterfly lady knew my name.

I fainted again.

~ ~ ~

When I finally woke up, a small girl was wiping my forehead.

"Wah?.... Who are yoooooooooooouuuuuuu?....."

The girl smiled.

"Mora, apprentice to Andalon."

"Annnnnndaaaaalonnnnn?"

"yes. She made you faint."

As my foggy brain tried to piece back the puzzle, I looked around. The room was a big dome, with my bed, a few chairs, a table, and a bookshelf. There was no door, but there was a tunnel going up, protected by a grate.

"Do you want to try your wings out? If you're the chosen one, you need to fly."

"Sure, Lil lady." Mora gave me a questioning look before helping me out of the bed. I was wearing-

What does that matter?

we need to get to the important stuff.

I don't have ink to waste on frivolous comments!

3

December 15~

Soon, Mora and I were shooting up the tunnel, into a labyrinth of tunnels. My wings barely fit into the cramped space. As Mora led me deeper into the tunnel, it got wider, until we reached a grate that was ten feet tall. Mora took a small green rock and placed it into the center of the grate. Sparks flew everywhere as the grate raised. Mora pulled me in.

The room had to be the size of a football field. There were faeries everywhere. Some were shoting arrows, some were throwing spears/javelins, others were slicing dummies heads off with long swords.

It was glorious.

"Wait here." Mora pressed the rock in my hand. Her butterfly wings glittered as she flew away.

I sat down mid air to watch some fighters. Two woman were clashing it out. One had a long sword with a purple tint. The other had a short blad that was a distinct shade of red. 

Long sword struck against Short Sword's leg. She dodged and made a long cut on Longie's stomach. Longie screamed and flung her sword around.

A tale male faeries came out of the ground and pushed her away. He sunk back into his hole. I would have run to see where he had disapeered.

But guess who showed up?

Mora with two buddies, a war hardened female with whispie black hair and...

"Harry?!??"

4

The three charecters gave me  odd looks.

"Harry? No, Isabella. Your 'Harry' is Jynx the Korman. She is Emlyn the Vem."

"Harry... Sorry, but you gust look like....posters all over my room...."

My fuzzled brain ached for a moment. Then, it waslike a soft beam of light.

I wasn't supposed to be here... i belonged at home, with a crantakerous StepMama and a mellowed out Dad. 

"What am I doing here?" My brain hurt so bad......

"You are the destined one, the one to destroy the Blackness." Jynx reached out and brushed my wing.

"No! I don't want to! SEND ME HOME!"

I grabbed Longie's dropped sword and began to swing. I guess I'm still a temper tantrum baby...

Mora, Emlyn, and Jynx swept toward me. They despretly grabbed and clutched at me. Two other boys, Justin and Taylor, tried to help. 

I was too powerful.

Eventually, I wore down. I fell into a puddle of tears. Strong arms picked me up and carried me away.

December 16~

I woke up in a daze. Something about this place must have broke my brain.

What am I writing? 

You need to understand, I need to tell you about Dameion, about the blackness.

Before it's too late.