Looking up at the haughty prince with reverence, the crowd began cheering for their soon to be king. Children ran amuck, throwing confetti into the air and at each other, laughing the entire time. Adults waved their hands in the air, in hopes that just maybe the tall, handsome prince would spare them a glance. Somewhere in the crowd, a woman squealed with delight, claiming that the prince had winked at her.

"Stay back!" Guards shouted with insolence, pushing the imposing and growing crowd back from the stage on which stood the crown prince. "Stay back!"

Away from the crowd, stood a dark, desolate figure, watching the prince with a blank face. On any other day, one might believe that this lonesome boy was just another good for nothing, thieving orphan to stay away from. With the parade taking over the entire city like the plague, however, no one seemed to notice the young boy had been near them, let alone existing.

If this had been any other average parade, the brooding boy would not have gone out on the streets. Alas, this was no your typical royalty parade. This was a celebration that would mark the end of the twenty year long war. The prince was expected to take his father's place-as the king had come down with a dreadful sickness-to give a speech on the ended war.

The lonesome boy stood up a bit straighter as the crowd's cheering died down. The prince held his hands out towards the crowd, welcoming them silently into his arms. The pushing and the shoving had stopped, and ever face was upturned towards their heir to the thrown. Even the young children running around had stopped what they were doing and gave the prince their full attention.

"Welcome!" The prince bellowed. His voice was completely dauntless and had an air of pride and dignity that no man could compete with. "Today is the day we must all celebrate for the end of this lone and tiresome war that we have all battled for one too many years. And so I welcome you all. I welcome you to a new beginning, a new era!" The crowd cheered as the prince raised his arms towards the blue, cloudless sky. "Times will change starting from today onwards. My father promises you. I promise you, that starting today your lives will change for the better."

The boy scoffed at the prince's attempt at being edifying and failing miserably. He crossed hi arms over his chest, waiting for the prince to stop his efforts on beguiling his people. Looking around at the crowd though, most people had fallen into the prince's trap, according to the boy. Eating up every word and lie the prince spoke.

As the prince spoke of the men and women that had died during the course of the war, the boy's facial expression turned into one of complete sorry. Every man who had died because of the war deserved to be mourned, and deserved to have their life journey be continued by the following generation. The boy began to lament over the death of his parents, who had been soldiers during the war. His parents had died two years prior and the prince mentioning had sparked anger within the boy, but a flicker of hope had crossed his mind. Maybe, just maybe the prince was right. Maybe there was hope for the future.

The death of his parents had marred his life. He had lost complete hope in the country, in the people. Listening to the prince preach, the boy began to feel more and more optimistic. Although no one person would be able to requite the love he had for his parents, his life was not over. He would continue living life to the fullest, continuing what his parents had left for him; the ability to live.

Turning his back to the crowd, the boy smiled to himself, beginning the long climb home.

"I don't dance."

Giving the soldier a disbelieving look, the traveler kept pulling on the warrior's arm. "Oh, suck it up. You can withstand a bullet through the shoulder, yet you can't move your feet to a beat? Why do I find that so hard to believe?" The traveler sent a lopsided grin to his friend. "Plus, I'm sure there are loads of girls here you wouldn't mind showing off to, you pimp."

The warrior glared at his tormentor. "You did not just call me a pimp." Sighing he gave into the tug-a-war the two friends had been battling on, and allowed himself to be dragged through the crowd. "Just for the record, I don't crush on petty girls."

The traveler let a whole hearted laugh out and turned around, facing his friend. "I'm sorry. I guess I meant to say boys, then."

A dark blush crept up on the man who had seen the deaths of thousands of men. "No! God no! I'd rather live with a girl to the very end than dance with a boy."

".. I'm a boy."

"Yeah, but you're different. I've known you since you were what.. five months?" He smirked bending down to be eye-level with the younger of the two. "I even helped Madame Bruneau change your diapers."

It was the traveler's turn to blush. "If I recall you're only six years older than me.. You were only six."

"That didn't stop me." He teased.

The warrior stumbled forward as a dancing couple bumped into him. "Hey! Go stand somewhere else. People are trying to dance over here!"

TBC..

ITZ ZUMMER BITCHEZ.

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I have no  intention to run,
     unlike you.
I am not a coward,
     unlike you.
I face my fears,
     unlike you.
I trust others,
     unlike you.
I have a dream,
     unlike you.
I have found my place,
     unlike you.
I know freedom,
     unlike you.

It has always been about you. Everything was done for you. Everyone worked for you.

Not with me.

I'm different than them. You can't tame me. I'm free. I'm wild. I'm undefeated and I will stay that way.

You can beat me. You can starve me. You can scar me but it will not change.

You will not take my freedom from me.

I was born free. I will die free.

Come near me. I dare you.

Don't think I won't fight you. Don't think I will bow down to you.

You hurt me and I'll hurt you twice as hard.

Look into my eyes. What do you see?

A free spirit.

You will never, ever take that away from me.

So come here.

Whip me and I'll buck.

Spur me and I'll rear.

It won't work. Not with me.

Try me. I'll fight back.

I will always be free.

Always.

A cat and a mouse.

"You're like a magnet for girls."

"So I'm like an electron?"

"Why an electron?"

"Because I spin right round baby."

..
I don't really get it either..

It was a pretty small bridge. It could carry a car on top of it- but no one risked it. They took the detour and used the huge steel framed bridge that was built five years ago.

Why people drove to school when the dorms were about 20 minutes away by foot, no one really knows. Ever since the non-toxic gasoline the Aliens introduced us to, humans have become even lazier than ever. Of course the age to get a drivers license had gone down (or stayed) to be 17 years old everywhere on Earth. Permits were given at 16. The Aliens believed that power should be shared equally throughout the world. Sound familiar?

The bridge had been built 15 years ago. On the exact date of November 16. Of course no one celebrated it's birthday; after all it was only a bridge. Then again no birthdays were celebrated anymore. The Aliens explained that the true day of celebration was to be the day the women found out she was with child. It makes sense. It's the day when the being's presence on Earth is first known. The negative side to this is that the humans whom lived before the arrival of the Aliens are looked down upon when it comes to their birth days. They were all given a specific date to celebrate their birthday. They took their day of birth and subtracted exactly thirty-three weeks from that day. It was an estimate on when the mother discovered that she was indeed pregnant.

Life on Earth changed greatly since the arrival of the Aliens. If it had become better really was an opinion but most humans believed it to be for the good.

There were fewer wars. Wars hadn't completely disappeared but they were scarce. The crime rate had gone down as well but there still was occasionally a shop robbery or a murder.

The average life expectancy of both humans and the Aliens was around 92 for the male and 94 for the female. It had definitely increased due to the fact that many new vaccines had both been discovered and brought by the Aliens.

The Aliens are extraterrestrials that came from an entirely different galaxy. They arrived 22 years ago in the year of 2009. With them they brought there advanced knowledge and technology. Their knowledge on the Universe exceeds the ones of humans. The humans' brain capacity being 1:100.

Only two years ago did the humans and the Aliens discover this. A huge controversy it started. It was five human scientists along with two Aliens.
These five humans are no longer with us. The experiment was to test how much of the Truth a human being could withstand.

The first part was the cure for AIDS which was a success. The scientists shared their newly acquired cure to all the medics of the world, saving thousands and thousands of lives.

The second part was the magnetic field surrounding the Earth and why it was weakening. Again, another great success. All the physicists of the Earth celebrated their new discovery and invented a new sunscreen lotion that was strong enough to keep sunburns away even without a magnetic field protecting us from the solar winds.

The third part however, killed a scientist. She was 54 years old and for unknown reasons her brain stopped working. The third part of the experiment was the truth behind Global Warming. Originally everyone had thought the third part to be another great success. Two weeks after, however the scientist had been diagnosed with an unknown mental disability. She committed suicide only two days after being diagnosed. She bit off her tongue. The other four scientists were tested on but showed no signs of disability. Many figured that she had gone crazy after her daughter's death due to a car accident which occurred during the experimentation. No one truly knows.

The death didn't stop the experimentation. A group of radical racists began protesting against the testing. They were preaching that the Aliens were evil Communists who were trying to kill everyone. The majority of the population ignored them. Even though the Ku Klux Klan was no longer active, many believed that these radicals were attempting to revive them.

I wrote all this on an iPhone. :) So it hasn't been edited and I know how annoying that is. I'll do it later.

The sun was blazing.

The sky was blue.

The sand was heated.

And on occasion, a bird of prey would fly by in search for it's next meal.

And on occasion, a poisonous scorpion would squirm in and out of the burning hot sand.

And only on occasion, a desert fox would trot on by, minding it's own business.

A dead carcass lay in the distance. It lay untouched. Unspoken of.

Lost. Forgotten. Gone.

Hidden from the rest of civilization, the once very alive man lay dead in the desert.

A couple of feet away was a 500 mile long trench.

Inside the trench: Hundreds of men and women.

Dead.

What good does war bring us?

I'm trying to get inspired for one of my stories. This was a sort of warm-up/exercise. :)

I've lived in Boston for as long as I can remember. All I can say about it is that it's the only place that can make me feel safe. Why do you care? My mom and her boyfriend are moving to the suburbs.  We're moving from the greatest city ever to a nasty ass suburb. My mom hates me. I know she does.

According to my best male friend, the town I'm moving to is the suburbs of all suburbs. What the hell does that mean? Wait, no. I don't want to know. It'll just make my mood even worse. Joy.

Anyways, I'm currently driving on the mass pike. My mom and Cameron, my soon to be step-dad (again, joy), left around four hours earlier. I don't care how much I love them. There is no way I'm leaving Boston at 7 in the fucking morning. 11 is already wicked early for me. Plus I had to say goodbye to everyone. After all I am currently driving towards my death. Save me!

I can feel my phone vibrating in my jean pocket but as everyone knows, it's dangerous to drive while talking on the phone. Ha. Bite me.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull my phone out flipping it open. "Yeah?"

"Learn some manners! A lady should answer the phone with a sweet 'This is Danielle speaking.'" Oh, fantastic. Just the woman I wanted to talk to.

"Hey Grandma." Yeah, she's the bitchy 'proper' grandma. Give me a break! "How are you?"

"As well as a woman can be after hearing her daughter is moving to the ghetto. What's she thinking? First she marries a mechanic and now this. Next thing she'll be pregnant with her fourth child."

"You had seven."

"That was because I was responsible and I knew what I was doing."

Ha. Yeah she sure knew what she was doing.

"But that's besides the point. A suburb? Really? Who knows how many drug dealers live in that area. Especially while raising a teenager who is most likely going to end up doing those drugs." She is such a fucking drama queen.

"Wow, thanks for the trust gram. I really appreciate it." Fucker.

"Well you have been around that one druggie. What was his name again? Adrian? Alan?" The female devil asked.

I growl at the idiot in front of me driving at 30 mph on the highway in a fucking Corvette. "You mean Aiden? My brother? Your grandson?" I glare at the Corvette’s driver as I pass him to his right.

An old man. Why am I not surprised? I hate old people.

I accelerate nearly reaching 90 mph. Thank God for Audis. You gotta love 'em.

The scenery's zooming by me as I drive by. Beautiful mother nature. I can't even see the children you created. Please, be so proud of me.

"Are you listening to me young lady?"

No.

"Of course I am." Not. "I just need to go though. I'm driving right now."

In your face gram.

I hear a sharp intake of breath coming from my grandma before she starts scolding me. ""You're driving!? Why didn't you say so in the first place? Do you realize how dangerous that is? You could have had an accident! You're irresponsibility must have come from your father."

"Didn't you call mom irresponsible like five minutes ago?" Dumbass.

"Not the point. I'm hanging up now though. I'll see you soon. Or not. I don't want to go to a suburb. They're so dirty! What was my daughter thinki-"

"Bye Grandma."

I quickly hung up on her not wanting to hear another word (more like speech) of her complaining. Crazy bitch ass woman.

Girls are really quite annoying. Both to talk to and to write.

Again, not edited.

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His form is perfect. Completely flawless. The best of all dancers.

He never wins.

I love Dirty Dancing.

"You're beautiful."

"You always say that."

"Because it's true."

A kiss to the forehead, a caress to the cheek, and a smile to the heart. But in reality, can it be that easy?

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Great. ANOTHER ONE. Just an idea I was inspired to write after reading a gushy fan fiction that happened to have two teenagers who knew each other for a day and a day later they tell each other they're in love and serious. (Haha, what a crappy sentence. Oh well. ;P)

Lost in a room with a single lamp.
   Thinking
That's all they ever do.
   Think
That's all they ever can do. 
   Think
Lost in a room with a single lamp.

It's disgusting.

The sun's reflected light off of the moon was the only source of light that lit the path for the young man walking down the city's dirty streets.

It had been years since he had been here. It hadn't changed. Junk and trash still littered the poverty stricken streets. The buildings were still cracked and worn down with old age and mistreatment. The aura of hurt and loss filled the air but deep inside, hidden away, was the feeling of strength, pride, and love. Never fading.

The young man's long, dark cloak seemed to move flawlessly against his skinny yet muscled figure. His legs moved fast but swiftly over the broken marble. It was as if he was floating rather than walking. His piercing eyes looking ahead of him with determination and arogance. Deeper in the eyes was the smoldering sense of fear. Never fading. His beautiful raven hair seeming blue in the moon's light blew along with the wind.

He was not lost. He knew where he was going. He had obviously been to this city many times. He had walked the same path before. He had noticed the poor children before. He had met this sadness before. Never fading. Oh no, he was not lost.

End.

I don't know... You decide.

Yes, I know it's awkward.