22 pages, 17 chapters, lots more to go. It has a working title that might change though. Depends on weather or not I come up with a better one. Check it out, hope you enjoy.
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=2182391
Edit: Ch18 added.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Story of a girl...By-Jennifer Canales
Somewhere through her eyes,
you open up the door,
take a look inside,
see sorrow in her soul.
Hearing all the lies,
trying to ease the pain,
suffering inside,
love she wants to gain.
Want to slip away,
prisoner to her soul,
hearing what "they" say,
her heart is what they tore.
Finally feeling done,
black clouds in the sky,
smoke comes out the gun,
have to say goodbye.
Murder of her life,
Story of a girl
you open up the door,
take a look inside,
see sorrow in her soul.
Hearing all the lies,
trying to ease the pain,
suffering inside,
love she wants to gain.
Want to slip away,
prisoner to her soul,
hearing what "they" say,
her heart is what they tore.
Finally feeling done,
black clouds in the sky,
smoke comes out the gun,
have to say goodbye.
Murder of her life,
Story of a girl
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
"as it passes by"-Wesley
time is an illusion
as it passes by
the one thing that never ends
but we never have enough of
as it passes by
second by second
hour by hour
day by day
as it passes by
in a never ending cycle
we call life
as it passes by
as it passes by
the one thing that never ends
but we never have enough of
as it passes by
second by second
hour by hour
day by day
as it passes by
in a never ending cycle
we call life
as it passes by
Saturday, May 06, 2006
"Runnin' to no End" - Anonymous
Oh, slow down
slow down, stop
right
there
turn around
can you see what you are runnin’ from,
what was chasin’ you?
all I can see are shadows, of those who tried
to help, to understand, to explain
That you can’t run,
you can’t hide, you can’t keep it all inside
‘cuz you ain’t the only one who don’t know what they want
what they need, or why they’re runnin’
What have you been searchin’ for?
It’s been right in front of you, starin’ you in the face
like a life preserver floatin’ in that sea you can’t name,
tryin’ to tell you what that,
that message in a bottle is sayin’
It’s sayin’
That you can’t run, you can’t hide
it’s pointless to keep it all inside, ‘cuz you ain’t
yea you ain’t the only one who don’t know what they want
what they need, or why they’re runnin’
slow down, stop
right
there
turn around
can you see what you are runnin’ from,
what was chasin’ you?
all I can see are shadows, of those who tried
to help, to understand, to explain
That you can’t run,
you can’t hide, you can’t keep it all inside
‘cuz you ain’t the only one who don’t know what they want
what they need, or why they’re runnin’
What have you been searchin’ for?
It’s been right in front of you, starin’ you in the face
like a life preserver floatin’ in that sea you can’t name,
tryin’ to tell you what that,
that message in a bottle is sayin’
It’s sayin’
That you can’t run, you can’t hide
it’s pointless to keep it all inside, ‘cuz you ain’t
yea you ain’t the only one who don’t know what they want
what they need, or why they’re runnin’
Thursday, May 04, 2006
"Dreamin' with your eyes open" - Anonymous
Left is right, up is down
right is wrong, light is dark
the world is complicated shades of gray
but it wont end, not until we know why
until we know why we live, we die, we dream
The world ain’t simple, it never was
never was meant to be, that’s the point
the point of it all, the point of life
Everythin’ backward, upside down
topsy-turvy, right side up,
all right, all wrong, always a mystery
like that place of shadow, deep in the heart
the unfilled void, that just wont fill
The world ain’t simple, it never was
it was never meant to be, that’s the point
if it was: How could we dream?
right is wrong, light is dark
the world is complicated shades of gray
but it wont end, not until we know why
until we know why we live, we die, we dream
The world ain’t simple, it never was
never was meant to be, that’s the point
the point of it all, the point of life
Everythin’ backward, upside down
topsy-turvy, right side up,
all right, all wrong, always a mystery
like that place of shadow, deep in the heart
the unfilled void, that just wont fill
The world ain’t simple, it never was
it was never meant to be, that’s the point
if it was: How could we dream?
"Blue" -- Poem by Joanna Vogel
Reminded of those cool tears that I cannot cry,
that,
if only they would,
could rinse the dirt and grime from this weary soul
which lies clenched beneath my breastbone;
the bright rubber birthday balloon too filled with tap water and yet,
miraculously maybe,
still refusing to pop as,
with a mischievous grin,
you deign to fling it form the terrace and watch the splash
from four stories up.
that,
if only they would,
could rinse the dirt and grime from this weary soul
which lies clenched beneath my breastbone;
the bright rubber birthday balloon too filled with tap water and yet,
miraculously maybe,
still refusing to pop as,
with a mischievous grin,
you deign to fling it form the terrace and watch the splash
from four stories up.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
"Window" -- Poem by Joanna Vogel
Dangerous,
pockmarked wood and glass sheet
with a great jagged crack across its width.
Lavender paint splashed sloppily up onto the glass,
in front of molding molding
and beaten wood, striated by age.
pockmarked wood and glass sheet
with a great jagged crack across its width.
Lavender paint splashed sloppily up onto the glass,
in front of molding molding
and beaten wood, striated by age.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Welcome to The Q.H.S.T Literary e-Zine!
Welcome to the QHST Literary Magazine Blog! This is the first of many posts that you will see from The Q.H.S.T. Writing Center. Here you will find literary works from many of our own, home grown Q.H.S.T. writers and some works from outside writers that we just enjoy and feel like sharing with you all! Please support us by leaving constructive comments and if you would like for us to post some of your work in the literary magazine, please send us an e-mail containing your writing to Prestidigitator42@gmail.com or simply come visit us in room 203 during tutorial and bring your work with you!Remember, you can always use the human resources here at th eWriting Center to work on your writing, or just to share your work with us and get some constructive comments. We are always open during tuturial (Monday-Thursday, 2:20 - 3:00) and would love to hear your work.
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