electro-the-evil

Senior Years. Main change - instead of blue shirts we wore white. And I still don't know how it works, but I felt more mature wearing one. I was still a kid, mind. Just turned sixteen on the night of our Year Ten Formal, so the after party was mostly me on my knees with various forms of alcohol being poured down my throat. As always, Jed was there, we somehow managed to find our way back to my house and pass out. Mum was pretty cool about it too, holding up my alcohol-stained shirt and only saying "so you had fun, huh?" I want to take a sec to talk about my parents. The relationship with my parents now is fantastic, but it wasn't always so.

So I'd just started high school. Things were going to be better. Only they weren't. Not at first, anyway. I still got bullied, only they seem to have multiplied amongst themselves when I wasn't looking, but there were a new bunch of genuine people to balance out the bad. In this case, my circle grew to include Jed, Nicole, Tyra, Dan, Zach, Lachlan, Holly, Robert, Laura, Jack, James, Carl, Lindsay, Peterus, and probably a few more names I can't call to mind. And i know i say MY circle, but they were really just people who accepted me, and i still appreciate that, even now, when i haven't seen half of them for years. There were some teachers y

Running. That was all that mattered. No stopping. No slowing down. No looking back. Just keep moving. She sprinted through the strange forest, the twisted trees casting fearsome shadows, roots and twigs tearing at her as she ran past. With no path to follow, it was all she could do to run in the one direction. It didnt matter where she ment, only the running mattered. A small winged figure followed her, straining to keep up, trailing specks of golden dust. He seemed to be wearing leather armour, and carried a small sabre, but his messy hair and kind eyes made him a friend, her only friend in this lonely, desolate place. She caught othe

                        Mental Process of a Somewhat Paranoid Individual I am currently sitting in what i have heard affectionately referred to as the 'paranoid chair' at my local library, where the internet is fast and impressively cheap. Best seat in the house, this is. It allows me to observe all exits while drastically reducing the odds that somebody will appear behind me unnoticed. I have a small writing pad and a pacer at my left hand, as i am also currently looking up info on the Wii game 'NEW' Super Mario bros, evne though i don't really play it, but i've made a name for myself as the Gamer of the family (bordering obsession, but i'v

These days, music is steadily replacing religion. Ask anyone to name a song which has directly affected them, whether it cheers them up all the time, or brings tears to their eyes with the memories it represents. I used to believe in God. Those who know me would laugh their arses off at that, but i really did. over time, i  became disillusioned towards the notion of a god. what with all the hurt in the world, the famine, the disasters, innocents screaming in pain as their lives are destroyed by those who aim to profit from their misfortune. I came to the inevitable conclusion that if there indeed was a god, He, she or IT left this world a lo

In this world, there are many types of people. these can be simplified into three groups. The first group are those who come across a problem, shrug, complain a little about how things keep fucking up for them, then turn and walk blindy towards the next problem, as though thinking (and i guess they have a point) that sooner or later, they will stop running into problems and things will get easier for them. The second group, upon encountering this problem, pull out their writing pad and mechanical pencil, drawing complicated blueprints on contraptions they could build and then utilise to remove the aforementioned problem. Eventually, they sol

What is LOVE, exactly? Is it a happy emotion? A sad emotion? Just where the hell does it come from? You're barking up the wrong tree if you think i have the answers. The truth? Nobody really knows. It's something that just.... happens. Like winning the lottery. Or a meteor hurtling from space and zeroing in on the spot you just happen to be standing on. It's just as exhilerating, and destructive. Hollywood loves the idea of love at first sight. What a fantastic ideal. How much heartbreak would be avoided if that was how it happened? What do i know about love? More than most. Which just means that i know only one thing: Love is everywhere.

He ran, leaping across the rooftops, never slowing. He hoped he wasn’t late. He was close, he could feel it, he’d already seen it. He dove off the last building, arms out stretched, legs together, racing the rain for twenty stories, then he tucked, just coming out of the flip in order to land, his legs bending into a crouch, the impact of his weight and speed leaving a small crater in the cobblestone street. As soon as he’d landed, he was running again, weaving through the alleys, he was running so fast that the hood of his grey cloak slipped, revealing short, light brown hair. Left, right, he ran, jumping over bags of garbage,