Betwixt
By Robin Reid-Fraser
Prologue
After the attacks of September 11, 2001 occurred, the world was changed. Forever.
There was more security than ever before. Nail clippers and eating knives were considered possible weapons. For months after that day of horror, people were scared to fly. Trips were canceled, meetings relocated.
There was another kind of change going on. One perhaps so subtle that people weren't really conscious of. At least, the ones who weren't victims of this change weren't.
This change was the racial profiling that had begun. People from the Middle East or at least with that look to them were being silently viola
Hate and Death by firesorceresschaotic, literature
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Hate and Death
Hate and Death
Alex sits in her cell, her cold grey cell, only faintly illuminated by the 40 watt lights out in the halls, spanning 10 meters apart.
She thinks about what she'd be doing if she hadn't been set up, if she hadn't been arrested and thrown in here.
Writing in her journal, or writing down one of her many horror story ideas. The ideas that framed her. That gave those stupid officers the idea that she had done it. That she was guilty of first-degree murder.
She is somewhat glad that she is only 15, that she can't be put to the death-penalty. She is only young, young enough to be freed in ten years if she's good.
If.
But ten yea
Omigod. Omigod. Omigod.
I cannot believe this is happening to me.
I have found myself in the boys' bathroom.
I must tell you that I am not the kind of person who finds herself in the washroom of the opposite sex very often. However, not enough sleep for the past week and too much on my mind seemed to be the recipe to do so.
It was only after I walked into the stall and closed the door that I thought it odd to have seen urinals and the washroom I presumed to be the girls'. Then, upon looking around the stall I now occupied, I saw graffiti that was unfamiliar to me. This was strange, since the female bathroom's equivalent to this stall was
Death.
What is death?
Is it the end?
Do we just
stop?
Or is it just another step
in the journey that is
our existance?
Where do we go
when we die?
Is there only
blackness?
Do we
"go with God?"
Is there a God?
Is there someone up there
watching over us?
Is there a Heaven?
and Hell?
Should we fear death?
We will all die
one day
So why are we
afraid?
Is there such thing as
reincarnation?
Will we come back?
We will never know
Never remember
Never tell
anyone
everyone
Death
is mystery
is nothing
is everything
Live to Die
I love you. I hate you. by firesorceresschaotic, literature
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I love you. I hate you.
You've said you love me.
And I've said I love you.
But sometimes I think:
That's so untrue.
I resent you.
I hate you.
I wish you weren't here.
But then I don't.
And I regret that.
Kind of.
You've pushed me out.
Of everything I'm part of.
Taken all my friends.
And made them yours
I have no space away from you
You are always there
Taking over
Somewhere
Sometimes you're cheerful
And I like talking to you
Other times
You make me feel like what I have to say
Is nothing
You make me feel like I'm worthless
Like I can do nothing right
Like you're better off without me
You'll tell me your problems
And I'll sympathize
And I'
Hate to Death 2 Part 2 by firesorceresschaotic, literature
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Hate to Death 2 Part 2
By noon the confidence she'd had had left her and she was back to her old self; spineless and afraid of the other girls. She was getting her lunch money out of her locker when Mandy and The Group came up behind her.
"Hey four-eyes," Mandy said in her harsh voice, reserved only for Annie.
"Yeah?" she asked, looking at them warily and seeing, with an inward sigh, that they each had their binders with them.
"We have a cheerleading practice tonight," Mandy said, "we won't have time to do our math homework. Seeing as you have no life, you could do it for us!" her last remark was almost cheerful, but Annie knew it was completely false.
"So,
Ode to the Moolatte by firesorceresschaotic, literature
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Ode to the Moolatte
Virgin plastic
Clean and pure
Untarnished
Beautiful
Soft serve
White and creamy
Sweet
Smooth
Coffee sauce
Brown and gritty
Bitter
Caffeine
Swirled, mixed
The plastic no longer pristeen
Smooth
Thick
Misty slush
Translucent and colourless
Cold
Icy
Blended, stirred
Light brown
Cold
Misty, soft serve, coffee
Mmmm...
Airport part 1 by firesorceresschaotic, literature
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Airport part 1
Name: Jackie Nicoles
Destination: Freedom
Status: Has just taken off
Free at last, Jackie thought as she got out of the taxi and stepped onto the pavement in front of the entrance to the terminal. She paid the driver, and got her bag out of the trunk. She didn't have that much with her, she was planning on buying new stuff when she got to Edmonton.
Running a hand through her short and recently dyed hair, she smiled as she walked into the airport. Her mother had been shocked and appalled at the sight of her daughter's new look, but Jackie no longer wasted energy caring about what her mother thought. She was out of the house, ready for col
Weels grind
Oil-deprived hinges scream
The last shipment
Is flung into the cavern
Corpses over corpses
Figures that were once people
Faces without emotion
Empty souls cast aside
Horrible odours
Keep all but the most starved beast away
No sane human
Comes near this pit of desolate rot
This is all that remains
The result of genocide
A pile rank nothingness?