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 I sat in my room, looking around. God, Mom and Dad left my room how it was whenever I left for the Underworld. Nothing's changed, except Mom's attitude. She's gotten more over-protective of me for some damn reason. I mean, come on, I'm a god and I don't need protection. But I'll let her think what she wants, mothers will be mothers. "Skylar!" I heard my mother call. Jesus Christ...I can't even be upstairs on my own? So, to satisfy my mother, I went downstairs to see what she wanted. "Si?" I called while walking down the stairs. Dad was sitting on the couch, looking up at me with his faceless head. "What does Mom want?" I asked him. He just s

The walking dead disguised as real people, So slow and ignorant of their surroundings. They do not know much. Just those who are famous. Hypocrisy is everywhere you go, They say one thing, Then turn around and do it themselves. Murder and death all around. People weep over the loss of a celebrity, None weep over the loss of many. Life isn't always what it seems, It could turn out to be great- Then turn around and become unfair. No one realizes any of the pain they have caused others. Not how much anyways. War and hatred lie next to all of it, Next to all the damned and sadness. It's all sadly true. This world I've come to know, Is so unforgiv

I walked in the bedroom, holding red roses behind my back, looking for my beautiful girlfriend. And there she was. Sitting at her computer, making some of her amazing art. The usual, I suppose. "Mi amore..." I called in a whisper-like voice, "I have a present for you. You might like it." She turned and smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. I walked over and held out the roses to her. She gasped, smiling. "Wow...Maddy...these are gorgeous!" She exclaimed, taking and sniffing them. "Thanks!" A blush came upon my face as she kissed my cheek softly with her pretty lips. "You're welcome, love." I chuckled, holding her close. She giggled, cuddling up

I sat at the dinner table, poking the chicken with my fork. My God, no one likes this crappy stuff. Well, except for old people anyways, and I'm not old! I'm four years old! God, I hate them. At least my sister doesn't get the concept that these two are stupid. Like, really stupid. "Sky," Grandpa asked, "Aren't you going to eat?" "I'd rather not eat this. I'm pretty sure they serve these in prisons. It's slop." "It's good for you," Grandma said, "So you can grow big and strong." "I'm pretty sure I'm already stronger than you. You're old." Grandpa laughed, slapping his knee while Grandma had a serious look on her face. I smiled, chuckling. "Gr