The Unexpected Journey

“Will you stop fidgeting?” Cass said annoyed and gave a slight glare in my direction, I let my hands rest on my knees and tried to stay calm. But I didn’t like heights, and being on this plane didn’t make it any better.

“I don’t even know why I decided to come on this stupid trip with you anyways,” I muttered and folded my arms. Looking out the window and seeing the clouds down below, making my fears more realistic and I tensed.

“I had another ticket and you said it would be fun to come, besides. When are you going to go to Tokyo again in your whole life?” He asked and I rolled my eyes, he had a point. But then again, I let my wild imagination get the best of me.

I made sure my seat belt was tight, for the 20th time, and wiped off my sweaty palms on my jeans. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, it would be best to try and sleep. Then maybe when I woke up we would already be in Tokyo.

Only I didn’t wake up to a calm, collected environment. Instead I woke up with a loud bang, screams and shouts, and the loud sound of buzzing and ringing.

I looked out the window to see the engine was on fire, and that we were enveloped in a storm cloud. Lightning striking every few seconds, rain pounding against the window, and the black sky making me wish I never would of came.

The masks fell down in front of all the seats and I tried to grab it, but I was thrown forward and my seat belt snapped. Causing me to fly over the many rows and hitting the wall that separated the classes, I heard something snap and suddenly my arm erupted in a burning pain.

“Rory!” Cass screamed but I could barely make out his voice over all the commotion, I blinked away the fogginess of my eyes only to see a large suitcase coming towards me. Without being able to move, I was hit in the head by the green suitcase and knocked out.

I groaned and blinked a few times, I heard the calming sound of waves and the sound of birds. I slowly sat up and put my hand to my forehead to block out the blinding light of the sun, the sea was spread out before me and small waves washed over my legs.

“W-What the?” I mumbled and looked down to see my legs were cut and bruised, the salt water stung a little but not as bad as my arm. Which at the moment felt like it was being shoved into a fire.

I pushed myself up with my good arm and took a few deep breaths, I glanced down at my bad arm and cringed. My whole forearm was black and blue, and very swollen. I knew I had to get it fixed up or put into a splint, but I was on some island in the middle of nowhere.

I turned around to see the island laid out before me, a large vast jungle led inland and a mountain sprung up from the center. The forest following up the mountain but as it got closer to the top it faded out into nothing but rock and dirt.

“Great,” I said and swallowed back some swear words. I made my way to the treeline and glanced back at the sea, some wreckage from the plane laid out along the beach. I glanced back at the mountain, seeing smoke rising from a spot near the bottom.

I had to get to the wreckage, it was my only shot of getting off this island. If the radio worked, then I could call for help. But it was a longshot, and the only chance I had.

“Cass, where are you,” I muttered and closed my eyes. Wishing he was here with me, he would know what to do. But at the moment my best friend was either lost on this island, or dead.

~Zena~

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Heart, dearest heart. Will you stop throbbing?

I know the pain we've been through, I know because I was sobbing, all night long.

I dream of the day; the day where I won't live in fright.

Where I'll be strong, big, filled with might.

Where my day will be filled with light, scaring away my inner shadow.

A future, nice and bright.

Ah, but I'm just a fool.

A useless tool, stuck in jail.

I whimper, and I flail, tossing and turning.

But my escape? To no avail, my stomach churning.

Four months have passed, slowly.

And in this time, I've only felt lowly, sad, defeated.

But my face. It has two sides; like a coin.

Deceitful, you say?

Well, I just don't want to ruin your day.

And so, plastering a fake smile on my face has become a ritual.

Sitting alone, in a room, waiting for a miracle.

Time ticks on, and with it, goes my will to live.

I've had my fill, no more, I say.

No more.

~Tamale~

Rest In Peace, Leelah Alcorn

This. Is. Not. Okay.

I don't care whether you are a

• Child
• Teacher
• Parent
• Grandparent
• Uncle
• Weird Aunt who lives next door

I don't care whether you are

• Catholic
• Buddhist
• Christian
• Muslim
• or a member of the Cult of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

I don't care whether you are

• Black
• White
• Asian
• Middle-Eastern
• African
• Mexican
• I don't care if you're fucking purple

This is not okay.

I don't even care what the circumstance is. Whether the person killed themselves because they're bullied, transgender, homosexual, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, or because they think they're ugly, hated, unloved, uncared for, unwelcome. In this case, a transgender woman posted this suicide note on Tumblr before getting hit by a truck and died on December 30th, in the final moments of 2014.

When a person kills themselves, they view that is the only option. The one path that will work absolutely. Death holds no rules, and knows no bounds. When a person kills themselves, they have tried every solution, and found none. Suicide is a last resort.

And what drove them to that last resort?

In this case, it was her own parents.

As parents, your top priority is safety and happiness.
Your child is not safe and not happy if they are driven to the brink of their final resort because they believed that they were unloved for who they truly are. Being who they are--in this case, being transgender--is perfectly safe, and would make them happy. So why not?

I am both angry and disgusted at this, and I greatly motion others to feel the same.
This is not okay.

"The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren't treated the way I was, they're treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights."

I hate the phrase "RIP" so I'm going to say what it really means.
Rest in peace.
Rest in peace, Leelah Alcorn. One day transgender people will be treated like the human beings they are.

Rest in peace.

~Snickerdoodle~

Prompt: Crystal Clear

Prompt: Entering the “Oracles Den” at the fair with your significant other seemed novel at first. When the oracle had you gaze in her crystal ball though and you see yourself five years down the road with someone you’ve never met, well things just got interesting. The real problem: Your significant other knows who the person is. Write this scene.
Okay, so I might have edited it slightly.


“Ah, look, an Oracle!”

My girlfriend, Tachibana Ami, pulls at my arm as she points to a booth. We had been wandering around an American-style fair for quite some time, poking through interesting booths and playing fair games. I thought this one was just another silly break-the-plates game, but it seemed different. The black tent loomed ominously over the two of us and an old-style wooden plaque, hung next to the door, read “Oracles Den”. I sighed. “Do we have to?”

“Aw come on, please, Kenji-san?” she pleaded, leading me toward the door of the tent.

“Ah! Fine, fine, I’m coming!” I said, pulling open the flap and letting her in, before ducking inside behind her. The place was just as dark inside, as it was outside, simply lit by candles placed around the room. In the middle was a table with a crystal ball set atop. It was your classic oracle den, until a tall slender young woman walked into the room, dressed in traditional gypsy clothes. Her dark skin glistened from the candles and she gave us a radiant smile.

“Hello, and welcome! Would you like me to read your future?” she said, sliding into the seat behind the table.

Ami nodded multiple times, seating herself in the only seat available, leaving me to stand behind her. The lady nodded and leaned forward. Guiding her hand over the crystal ball, she stared into it with radiant green eyes, whispering to herself before smiling.

“In terms of fortune, you two will both grow wealthy. Young lady, you will grow up to have many children and live in a rich lifestyle. Young man, you will leave this lady and go on to marry another woman, and carry on a business in-“

“EH?!” An astonished sound comes from both me and Ami, as she stands up.

“He leaves me?” she yells, with wide eyes. Next, she turns to me. “Is there someone else?” she demands, balling her hands into fists.

“Eh? No, no, no, no, Ami-san. There is no one else. This oracle is just probably pulling our leg. Sit down, and let the lady finish.”

“Actually…” the oracle lady stares harder into the ball. “I can tell you the name of the girl, if you’d like. The girl he leaves you for, my dear.”

Ami slams her fists down onto the table. “Yes, please tell me!”

I grab my girlfriend’s arm. “No, please don’t! It’s not necessary, this is getting out of hand for a silly fair show.”

The lady continues on without a moment of hesitation. “The girl’s name is Minako. Minako Saito.”
There’s a long moment of silence, as I felt the muscles in Ami’s arm stiffen and the air goes cold.

“Ami, I don’t even know who that is… now let’s go.”

She’s silent and won’t move.

“Ami, I said let’s go.”

“You… get together… with Minako?”

“Ami, listen to yourself. You’re getting worked up over a silly oracle at a fair. Pull yourself together.”

“Then how did she know her name?”

“Eh?”

“How did she know Minako’s name?”

“Ami-san, I don’t even know who this Minako is.”

“I do.” She slowly turned to me, tears in her eyes. “She’s stolen my boyfriend before.” She wiped at her eyes and sniffed, her hands shaking. “Back in middle school. I caught her kissing my boyfriend on the roof. If what this lady says is true, then she’ll steal you from me, too.”

“Ah, Ami-san…” I took her into my arms, rubbing her back. By now, the oracle lady had already gone into the back room once more, her job now done. I pulled some cash out and tossed it into the tip basket to pay for… whatever we just received. I then led my crying girlfriend out of the tent. A couple was standing outside, waiting for their turn. When they saw us, however, they whispered to each other, then slowly wandered away. Good choice.

“Shhh, Ami, it’s okay now.” I sat her down away from the fair and gently rubbed her back. “I’m not going anywhere, it’s okay. That silly lady and her crystal ball got you all worked up for nothing.”

“Y-Yeah, you’re probably right, Kenji…” she stuttered, wiping her eyes. She sniffed. “I’m sorry I got angry. Minako’s name probably brought up some unpleasant memories.” She pulled me into a hug, unexpectedly, and buried her face in my chest. “Don’t leave me, okay?”

I chuckled, and planted a soft kiss on her head. “I won’t.”

~Snickerdoodle~

Sorry~

I apologize for the lack of posts. I'll at least try and post something every couple of days even if the other anons don't. Thank you for your patience.

~Snickerdoodle~

Prisoner Of My Mind

Do this, do that
Do not touch this, grab that 
Lie down, get up 
I control you 
I am your mind

What’re they going to think of you?
They hate you 
Don’t talk to them 
They think you’re a slut 
I run your thoughts
I am your mind

Love him, love him not 
I’ll play with your emotions
Until you drop from frustration 
Play with him like a doll
I’ll control your life
I am your mind

Break free!
Your mind is insane 
It isn’t you to blame
Follow your dreams 
I’ll keep you safe
I hold your emotions 
I am your heart 

I stopped for a moment 
And listened to my heart 
My heart told me I’m a prisoner of my mind
I understand now 
I broke my chains and set myself free
No longer am I 
A prisoner of my mind

~Pickles~

Father's Day Poem

Deep breathe
Pull the bat back
Just like that
Wait for the ball
Ready, set, CRACK

Good job, dootz
Remember to swing smooth
Always bat with left over right
Never grip it too tight, alright?
Wait for the ball

Ready, set, CRACK!
I swung the bat with a death grip
See what I told you?
He took my hands in his and rubbed them roughly
You’ll learn surely

Next stay 4 feet away from first base
Remember this is a race
Between you and the runner
To see who can get there first
Wait for the ball

Ready, set, CRACK!
Go go go to first base!
Open your glove
And remember to squeeze
Good job, dootz!
I’m so proud of you

“The game’s over and I’m hungry”
“Then let’s go get some ice cream,” He chuckled wholeheartedly
He put his hand on my shoulder and shook it lightly
As we walked out of the ball park
I looked back
So I could remember that moment
And put it in my memories

~Pickles~