TheMeddler

The question. The question that would change my life forever. The question that would let me see the stars. The question I dream of hearing. Come with me?

In the middle of a forest, a group of six kids could be seen crowded around a small fire. They were all covered in mud and dirt, and their clothes were ripped and disheveled. Four of the kids were sitting, moving their heads back and forth like they were watching a tennis match. They were harboring some hope that the other two kids would stop antagonizing each other soon, but until then they would have to wait diligently for the fighting to cease. Meanwhile, the other two kids, a boy and a girl, were standing, arguing back and forth in hushed whispers. "Look, Sarah, all I'm saying is that my plan makes a lot more sense than yours does," the

              Welcome to hell. My name is 14F5/3U67, or Sarah, if you prefer. I live in quadrant five of the unknown section, or the 'we have absolutely no idea what to do with you section', as I like it call it. Now then, down to business. If you live here & have found this journal, please give it back. (Keep in mind, when I say please, I mean give it back or I will hunt you down. Then again, considering where I've hidden this thing, you guys finding it is very unlikely.) But if you're new here, this journal is officially yours. Share it with the others to figure out how to survive this hellhole. But if you have found this journal, I'm sorry

"Mama, can you sing me a llulaby?" "Of course sweetie. What do you want me to sing?" "Can you sing that one you sang at the meadow yesterday?" ". . ." "Mama?" ". . . Are you sure that's the one you want to hear?" "Yes Mama. Please?" "A-Alright, sweetheart. Lie down now." Sunshine & Laughter, Happiness & Joy Gave Way To Sorrow For The Brokenhearted Boy. She Left Him Lonely And Cold In The Meadow. But For Some Reason He Smiled, And Had Hope For Tomorrow. "Keep going, Mama." Sunshine & Laughter, Happiness & Joy. The Boy Met Another, And Another Met The Boy. They Stayed Together, For A Very Long Time. And The Boy Had A Reas

Small things, aren't they? Those tiny little pebbles. Picked up and taken home by a little girl. But did you know that they have a secret? A secret only the dreamers know. For hidden in these rocks, Are tiny slivers of gold. Fragments of beauty, hidden in plain sight. The little girl can see the gold in the pebbles. She can hold one up to the sunlight, And gaze upon the wonders it holds. She can see the magic in the ordinary, Can you?

Farewell, my dear friend. I hate to see you leave me, Your school sucks.

Ella was getting frustrated. Derek had been home for two months now, and he still wouldn't talk to her about Iraq. In fact, he barely talked to her at all. Sometimes, it was like she wasn't even there. But she had a feeling that it was all about to change The mood in the apartment had been lethargic lately. Derek's nightmares left both of them too tired to do anything but lounge around and watch TV. Today, however, was different. Carrying a plate of sandwiches, Ella furtively tiptoed over to the couch where Derek was brooding. "Boo!" she said. Derek, startled by the exclamation, rashly threw out his hand and punched Ella in the stomach. She

      Ella was awake. It was 5:00 in the morning and she was awake. But these days, that was normal for her. Derek, her boyfriend, was living with her after finally returning home from Iraq.      Every night, Ella would hear screams coming from her boyfriend's room. She would run into his room and see Derek there, screaming and writhing under his sheets. She would run to his bedside and try to wake him and untangle him from the sheets. At this point, staring wide-eyed at terrifying images only he could see, Derek would burst into tears, clinging to Ella as she rocked him back and forth, back and forth, whispering wo

I don't live on oxygen. . . .Well, I do, but only in the literal sense. I live on music. It keeps me alive. It's what gets me through the hard times. Actually, it's what gets me through life, period. You can always find me singing or dancing. I say dancing because dance is really just making music with your body. Without music, I would be a completely different person. So, what else can I say but this? Thank you for the music, because without it, I wouldn't exist.