Light's TraitorsAn albino hedgehog with phoenix wings staggers into his interior private rooms, flaring his wings in an effort to keep his balance. His talons click against the marble floor as he makes his way to the nearest seat, which convienently had a pitcher of ice water upon the table beside it.Sinking into the plush chair, the hedgehog silently thanked whoever had put the pitcher there. As he shakily pours himself a glass of water, he slows his breathing to attempt calming the lightening bolt furor in his mind."It's just too hot. That is all," he murmers to himself, voice betraying his body's weakness, "Once you cool down, Naareil, you will be fine. It's too hot for arctic types out there." He lifts the glass from the table, and to his lips. Hesitating before taking a sip, he blinks his eyes to clear the sudden blur of his surroundings and the bluegreen haze everything was getting.The glass slips from his hand to sing its death cry against the marble flooring, sloshing water everywhere with
Writing LessonsMommy and Daddy, I like my new brother.When he's happy, he blows the coolest bubbles!It's okay when he cries, he don't act like much a talker,but it doesn't take much to make him giggle.He's really funny when he throws his toysand when they hit me it's okay because they don't hurt.I wanna teach him how to throw!Because when he is in baseball, he'll be the best!So I really love my new brother,and you too Mommy and Daddy.I'll work more on my writing though...because what I wanted was a KITTY!
In Jesus' NameFreaking demon, sit and dieI don't want to hear any more of your lies.You can't keep poking at that sorebecause I won't listen anymore.You have nothing on me that you didn't make;listening to you before was my mistake.I have nothing that I'm going to give youbecause I have to heal.I don't need anything I don't already haveand if you don't like that, it's just too bad.Go away from me nowbecause I'm tired of feeling low,and I know you're dragging me down!So I shed myself of you and your extra pounds.It's time to leave the past to itselfbecause all this stress should be left.So I order you in Jesus nameto let me alone because I like staying sane!Don't make me see and hear youbecause I won't anymore.I'm the one in control here,so I'll pass it straight to the Higher!Leave me be because it's not my choice.I've already given myself to the Lord.
Hidden ThinkingWhat is the right of that little voice in your mindto tell you "You're a failure" and that "You waste your time"?How does it have the power to tear you apartand further weaken your hurt and weary heart?The hardest critic is the one who kicks you downand doesn't let you spread your wings even on the ground.But a piece of this I can't make myself understand...how is it YOURSELF that keeps kicking you around?After awhile you start believing the lies you tell yourselfand end up boxing up to just rust on the shelf.(For all the creative juice is corrosive as water to ore rockif you can't let them bleed out away from your heart.)So really the killer is that one tiny voicewho doesn't shut up 'til you're in an evil trance.Even then it continues to yap and talkabout how you're more worthless than schoolgrade chalk.That's all that voice wants to see with its whispers,to see you slow down and stop, afraid to continue.So what can you do when you feel that bad?Who can you ask to h
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