The orphanage caretaker was extremely surprised when she opened the doors to find a little girl with startlingly silver eyes staring up at her.
"I'm here to find myself a family," she said with such a cold tone, a shiver went down the caretaker's back.
"Why hello there dear. And what's your name?"
"Fei. I would rather not say my last name. It is of no importance and doesn't reflect well on me."
"Uhm, I see. Okay." The caretaker was baffled at the lack of emotion on the child's face. "And where are your parents?"
"Gone, dead, I don't know, I don't care. May I please come in?"
I watched with curiosity as a girl dashed towards the stream about 20 ft. from where I was hiding. She looked about four years old, but I was never good at telling ages. She bent down and took a sip. She then slowly got up and turned around. What I saw startled me so much I nearly fell over. Those eyes! A shiver went down my spine as she seemed to look straight at me, which was impossible. After all, how could she see me? I was hidden behind layers upon layers of leaves and branches. There were only slight holes through which I could see out from.
"Are you going to just stare at me or are you going to say something?" she
The trees shivered and groaned as the sharp north wind blew through the woods. Unable to hold on, the leaves were yanked off and a rainbow of leaves were seen falling and flying everywhere. Roads were completely covered, making the yellow lines invisible to traffic, if there was any. Being out in the country, traffic was never expected, so roads were poorly maintained, but every so often, a car that didn't belong would drive by and the locals would brighten at the prospect of new gossip.
"Hey, did you hear? Liz Dawson saw a real nice lookin' car drive by her barn."
"Fo'real? Pro'lly jus' som' touris'."
Surrounded by people
and moving mouths,
I hear nothing.
Paying attention to all,
concentrating,
focusing,
I know nothing.
A fan turns to my direction,
hair waving into my line of sight,
I feel nothing.
Surrounded in lightbulbs,
switched on,
paint scattered everywhere,
I see nothing.
Others talking,
replying,
laughing,
crying,
I say nothing.
Cinnamon buns in the air,
freshly baked and steamy,
I smell nothing.
Cramming food into my mouth,
gulping,
swallowing,
going down my esophagus,
I taste nothing.
In the end,
I am nothing.
Fifteen minutes have passed by.
Five more minutes until I leave.
Sixteen minutes have passed by.
Four more minutes until I get up.
Seventeen minutes have passed by.
Three more minutes until I lose $5.
Eighteen minutes have passed by.
Two more minutes until I pack up.
Nineteen minutes have passed by.
One more minute until my eyes open.
Twenty minutes have passed by.
Time's up.
I need to study,
but I feel lazy.
I don't need to do well,
but I want to do well.
I already planned my future,
but it is uncertain.
I know what I want,
but do I truly want it?
I really should be studying,
but instead, I am writing.
I wonder what will happen,
but I don't really want to find out.
I want answers,
but I'm afraid.
I want to try,
but I know I'll fail.
I want this, and I want that,
but wanting is nothing if there is no action.
Surrounded by noise
and friendly chatter,
I hear nothing.
Understanding everything,
I know nothing.
A fan gently sends breezes my way,
hair waving into my line of sight,
I feel nothing.
Surrounded in light
and bright colours,
I see nothing.
Others talking,
others replying,
others laughing,
I say nothing.
Cinnamon buns in the air,
freshly baked and steamy,
I smell nothing.
Cramming food into my mouth,
swallowing,
I taste nothing.
In the end,
I am nothing.
The trees shivered and groaned as the sharp north wind blew through the woods. Unable to hold on, the leaves were yanked off and a rainbow of leaves were seen falling and flying everywhere. Roads were completely covered, making the yellow lines invisible to traffic, if there was any. Being out in the country, traffic was never expected, so roads were poorly maintained, but every so often, a car that didn't belong would drive by and the locals would brighten at the prospect of new gossip.
"Hey, did you hear? Liz Dawson saw a real nice lookin' car drive by her barn."
"Fo'real? Pro'lly jus' som' touris'."
Surrounded by people
and moving mouths,
I hear nothing.
Paying attention to all,
concentrating,
focusing,
I know nothing.
A fan turns to my direction,
hair waving into my line of sight,
I feel nothing.
Surrounded in lightbulbs,
switched on,
paint scattered everywhere,
I see nothing.
Others talking,
replying,
laughing,
crying,
I say nothing.
Cinnamon buns in the air,
freshly baked and steamy,
I smell nothing.
Cramming food into my mouth,
gulping,
swallowing,
going down my esophagus,
I taste nothing.
In the end,
I am nothing.
Surrounded by noise
and friendly chatter,
I hear nothing.
Understanding everything,
I know nothing.
A fan gently sends breezes my way,
hair waving into my line of sight,
I feel nothing.
Surrounded in light
and bright colours,
I see nothing.
Others talking,
others replying,
others laughing,
I say nothing.
Cinnamon buns in the air,
freshly baked and steamy,
I smell nothing.
Cramming food into my mouth,
swallowing,
I taste nothing.
In the end,
I am nothing.
Live lean for the cure,
Get inspired.
Really sorry about what happened.
Everybody hates me.
So be it.
I don't talk to you.
I'll see you tomorrow,
I think it's time for the puppy to go.
Don't go on the balcony.
Did you do it?
It was fine.
I can see your point.
Not for girls,
guys agree just like that.
I know where everything goes.
Wow, she's hot.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.
There's 7?
Oh, yea.
I was looking at it upside down.
You know that sometimes helps,
if you go to Disneyland,
if you are anything like seven.
Hit them all,
mix them up.
Toes!
I walked into the girls' bathroom and entered the second stall. It was the cleanest stall, and there was always something interesting to read. As I was about to sit down, I heard the bathroom door open and Liz and Kelly, my best friends, enter.
"Ugh, I am getting tired of this charade," Liz said.
"Chill. Only a few more months and we're free," Kelly replied.
"But I hate her so much! It's always about how smart she is, how pretty she is, how nice she is. I just want to slam her head into a toilet and flush."
Kelly laughed. "I know what you mean. Hanging out with Jennifer can make you want t
All life forms depend on others, but wo depends on humans? Humans give nothing to other organisms. They are parasites. Humans create problems for the planet too. If there were no humans, life would be balanaced. Finally, humans hurt one another for selfish reasons, if any. Human kind is the root of all evil.
So what is human kind's purpose on Earth? There are no organisms that depend on humans for survival. All humans do is take natural resources and absorb the life out of the world. They are overpopulated, causing stress on the planet as they take over land from other organisms. Therefore, there seems to be no purpose fo
I always thought I had a decent life. I had a mom and dad that loved each other and myself, I was doing well in school, making lots of friends, and getting involved in my community. I never thought my life would come crashing down in a split-second.
"Dad, you're driving too fast!" I yelled.
"Honey, we're on the highway. We're suposed to go this fast."
"Charles, I think Liz is right. You should slow down. We're not in a rush," Mom said.
It seemed like the only person my dad would listen to was my mom. He slowed the car down ever so slightly. As we neared the exit, he slowed considerably, an
"Ahahaha, that was awesome! Did you see the goal I made? Did ya? Did ya?"
"Yes I did Samuel, now please sit down properly and put on your seatbelt. If we get in a crash and you don't have your seatbelt on, you'll get hurt," was the reply from the front seat.
"But Dad! The seat belt strangles my neck!" he whined.
"Wear it right now!" was the stern command.
As soon as the buckle was clasped, there was a loud thud on the top of the blue minivan and the car screeched to a stop. Both the passengers got out of the car to see what had just happened. They couldn't believe their eyes.
"H
It's been 5 years since the experiment. Since then, the two scientists have been studying Lin Fei to see the extent of the changes. It definitely wasn't just physical changes. Her ability to learn complex structures, her enormous strength, and her amazing reflexes all were due to the solution. Even though it would seem cruel to have experimented on a baby girl, the two scientists were extremely gentle towards the girl. At 5 years, she probably received an overwhelming abundance of love and care from these two men, even though she knew their love was not for herself, but for what she stood for. Without the men knowing, she had alread
LFW: Before She Could Remember by Kat-VJ, literature
Literature
LFW: Before She Could Remember
It turns out that Lin Fei was wanted, if not by her biological parents. If for the right reasons, that cannot be said, however. The doctor was unable to find a loving couple for the poor babe, but was confronted by two men who wanted the baby. Losing patience, the doctor readily agreed, happy to rid himself of the little girl. The two men took Lin Fei and never came back.
Who were these men? They were scientists on a mission. They wanted to create the perfect human, and believed that babies were untainted by impurities. Finding a couple willing to give away their babe had been long and hard, and getting their hands on Lin
A scream was heard in the hospital in the little town of Redford. A few seconds later, the sound of a babe wailing was evident. Inside the hospital room 116 was Jiang Kai Tian, with her husband, Lin Shen Tou, at her side. The doctor, after cleaning the babe, finally gave it to the mother.
"Congratulations! It's a baby girl!" boomed the doctor.
The room was silent for a moment as the couple took in what the doctor said. They both thought the same thing: A girl? But we were sure it was a boy! This is a disaster! The woman began to weep bitterly as the man looked grim as his mind reeled. He had no use for a daught
I've been told by a few people that have passed through my life as well as currently are part of it that I am like a train running full speed. Whether that is a good thing or not, I'm not sure. Whether that is the full thought, I'm sure it isn't. Sometimes the second half of the phrase is accusing me of running them over, while other times I'm bringing them along for a wild ride. All I can say is that in the last 5 years since I've posted something on this website, a lot has changed, externally and internally, environmentally and mentally.
Over the last five years, I have made conscious decisions towards following a path I laid out for mysel
Lately I've had little interest in DeviantArt. I'm only on right now because I'm procrastinating when it comes to my studies ahahah. >_> Came back to find out that my DeviantID has been added to a collection called "Beautiful Women I" and I'm flattered. I really only know a few people that would call me that. Yes, I have self-image issues, and I have a slight inferiority complex. Slight meaning that it's getting better, I'm getting better and more confident. :)
I think that's it for now... Think I'll change my DeviantID to one of me smiling ^.^
Until next time I'm bored/procrastinating! Oh, I will be cleaning up my followings too. Sorry if
... and it's amazing how many notifications I had to sort through. Over 700 notifications that I went through, but it didn't take long. My taste in art has drastically changed. :/ Time to clean house. Not back, just bored and not wanting to study for the PCAT I have in January. Uni-life can be killer, but it's a lot of fun at the same time. Such a paradox. I think I still might rather be back in high school, or elementary school, or Pre-K... Oh the nostalgia.