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Solar Powered Girl i swear to god, i'm a solar powered girl.Solar Powered Girl by ~ViolentKiwi3511
What do you mean?i'm a solar powered girl.
I know, but, what do you mean?i thrive on sunlight. when it's gone i feel hopeless.
Hopeless? It can't be that bad.it's why i hate the sunset. i hate saying goodbye to the sun. i hate saying goodbye.
But you're not saying goodbye. You're simply saying goodnight.either way, i hate it. but sunrise... oh, sunrise. i greet it each morning with a welcome smile. i love sunrise.
I suppose that would explain why you're always up so early.i suppose so.
So what do you do on days it's cloudy? What do you do on gray, overcast days?i cry.
In all seriousness,
Playgrounds and Chocolate Malt Playgrounds and Chocolate MaltsPlaygrounds and Chocolate Malt by ~ViolentKiwi3511
Characters (in order of appearance)
Airhead Mom: Rupert's mother, clueless trophy wife
Lucy's Mom: Lucy's mother, a gossip
Michael's Mom: Michael's mother, also a gossip
Rupert: Age 5, spoiled and a but slow
Michael: Age 5, trouble maker, typical boy
Lucy: Age 5, has an attitude
Scene I:
It is a noisy playground in the middle of the summer. The playground has slides, swings, and a jungle gym. Park benches are on the sides for the parents to sit and watch. Children run around playing. They chase each other and yell and laugh, but the scene is focused on three mothers talking on a bench.
Airhea
The Hole I found a hole in me the other day.The Hole by ~ViolentKiwi3511
A tear, really.
So I started pick, pick, picking at it,
Ripping it, little by little, pulling it back
And revealing a bright, shiny, new me.
Either the me I was becoming,
Or the me I wanted to become.
Who knows? Maybe it's both.
Whatever me it is,
She is slowly being revealed to the world.
Slowly.
The current me does not shed her skin at once.
Change does not happen like that.
It would be impossible.
So for now, the tear – the hole – grows
Until the day I shed my skin unnoticed,
The change fully upon me,
A new hole beginning to form.
The Stars The stars were in your hair that night.The Stars by ~ViolentKiwi3511
I reached out and I pulled them from the sky
And I weaved them into your hair.
You glittered stardust all night long
And so I ran my hands through your hair,
Hoping that the starts I weaved in
Would rub off on me.
I wanted to glitter like you.
Even without the stars in your hair,
You glittered.
I watched as you pulled a star from your hair
And weaved it into mine.
You weaved our fingers together at the same time
And you told me that I didn't need stars to glitter, either.
Stupidity “Hello. My name is Elizabeth, but I go by Eli. And I... I am apparently addicted to stupidity.”Stupidity by ~ViolentKiwi3511
“Hi, Eli,” the group of tired looking individuals answer back in the most monotone voice.
If there were such a thing as Stupidity Anonymous, I would absolutely for sure be in it and that's how my first meeting would go. Or so I imagine.
Right now? I'm hiding. In the forest/woods/whatever that is basically my backyard. See, my town is on the edge of this forest. It's a fairly decent sized town. Big paper industry.
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