imagine your on a blacked out street you see some kid on a skate board and he waves, would you wave back yes or no he starts coming towards you just pushing then you see his face covered aside from his eyes. You regonize those eyes the dark sea blue eyes do you recognize them do you see his long eyelash's as he's walking you start to see his dirty shoes that he always wore the gray shoes with three large stripes, He stops right infront of you his heavy breathing on your face as he looks down you see his hoodie a blue hoodie a large one on him as he says " Hey" you're wondering why is he here why did i run into him of all the people why him he takes down his mask and kisses you

You wake up your heart is racing like you were running you take your meds with water and then get dressed and read your book while your beutiful green and some what yellow eyes go back and forth on the page, page 193 you hear a knock at the door and you remember the dream but its only your mom walking in tired from work

then you hear the rough sound of a skate board just stop as the person gets off of it you peek out the window as you see the bright blue hoodie and his eyes the same sea blue eyes your heart starts racing the same blue hoodie that you saw in your dream

you see his hands he has a sunflower with a letter attached to it he puts it on your front porch you go to pick it up but he sees you

As hes running away you see he's shy you see the same board as you saw in your dream as he vanishes from your sight you smell the sunflower deeply as you enjoy that smell you open the letter it reads " I hope you slept well as you read the signiture in a sloppy hand writing it reads your freind from the bridge Z" you find it strange as you get water for the sunflower you remember the kiss then you wake up crying.

i am treated differently

I am told no by most people about my gender

I am anxious all the time

I am afraid of people not excepting me

I am confused as to why it's so bad to be trans

I am unhappy about my body not reflecting who I am

I am not fake

I am not pretending to be something I'm not

I am not happy at home or anywhere but my room

I am afraid of never being loved because I'm trans

I am sad that I cannot be myself

I am not a girl

I am me and I will not change for anyone because they don't like it.

The noise,

oh so much noise.

Please make it stop.

The crying of the children,

their cries of hunger and lonliness.

The screaming of parents,

while they fight with their spouse.

The crack of a gun,

as another innocent life is taken.

Please Make it stop.

The cursing of kids

who shouldn't even know that word.

The siniter laughter of bullies,

as they take on 3 to 1.

The weeping of the teenager

who is so confused.

Please Make it stop.

The yelling of the politicans,

Telling you what to do.

The sound of a knife,

as someone takes their own life.

The groans of the homeless,

who no one will care for.

Please Make it stop.

The cries of the orphans,

who no one would love.

The arguing of parent and child,

as they try their own way.

The rattle of a container,

as the drug is taken.

Please Make it stop.

The crude talk of the drunken,

and they way they treat people.

The crying of a dog,

as they are beaten.

And they thoughts in my own head,

that sometimes even I can't silence.

Make it stop,

make it stop,

make it stop.

DISCLAIMER: I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INJURY FOR ANNYONE WHO ATTEMPTS THIS.

WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.

For no reason in particular, here are some haunted cursed games that I found interesting and how they work. DO NOT try this at home, unless of course, you want to put your life in danger.

1. The Elevator Game

This is probably the most spooky one. The Elevator Game is a popular game in which the player tries to transport him or herself to another dimension. Here's how it works:

The player presses buttons in a specific order that will send them to another dimension. People have reported seeing a mysterious woman enter the elevator at one point, and if you step out on the wrong dimension, you will die.

For detailed instruction on how the game works, go to:

https://www.scarymommy.com/elevator-game/

The scary part of this game, is that one of the creepiest unsolved mysteries is connected to it...

The body of Elisa Lam, a Canadian student at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, was recovered from a water tank atop the Cecil Hotel in Downtown Los Angeles on February 19, 2013. There were no marks of trauma, assault or even suicide. She had been reported missing at the beginning of the month.

There was the latest footage of her before she went missing, which have left detectives speechless....

She entered an elevator, and pressed the buttons in a strange order, and kept looking outside. For a whole 3 minutes, the doors did not close, and she seemed to be talking to an invisible person.

There is a high chance she had been playing the Elevator Game, but it is not certain. Here is the link of the camera footage:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rfLSVIA0L0

2. Red Door Yellow Door

This is probably the safest game as it doesn't involve ghosts, just the consciousness of your mind, and it usually works. You need at least 2 people, and others can sit and watch. The guide massages the player's temples and chants to make them slip into a trance.

Once the player is in their mind, the guide will ask them questions, which they will answer. There will be many coloured doors and stairs, and the guide makes the decision if the player can enter one.

Some rooms just have random objects, but others may have a memory you didn't know about, or you may even see your mother who passed away when you were young. However, there are some twists;

If the player sees mirrors or clocks, the guide has to wake them up. Seeing a white shirted man, or even a dog or bear is also dangerous.

If you get killed in the game, it will be hard for you to wake up from the trance. You may find yourself being conscious but unable to open your eyes. For more info check out :

https://www.scaryforkids.com/red-door-yellow-door/

3. The Answer Man

This game involves a group of friends, preferably 10, with their phones. The timing must be accurate here to make it work. Each person will be in a circle, and call the person on their right at the same time.

Typically, all the phones will switch to voicemail, but one person's phone will be picked up by the 'Answer Man'. Only the person who got their phone answered can talk to him. You can ask him anything, even lottery winning numbers, and he will answer you correctly, however, he will ask you a (usually simple) question in return.

You must answer honestly or you will lose one of your limbs in an accident. Try not to ask him another question, even if he bribes you, as his return question will be something you cannot answer at all.

For the full instructions, check out

https://theghostinmymachine.com/2017/06/19/the-most-dangerous-games-the-answer-man/

4. Baby Blue

This game is probably the most pointless one, but it is scary. You stand in front of a mirror and cradle your arms as if you are holding a baby. Then, you chant "Baby blue, blue baby" 13 times.

You will feel a weight on your arms, which is the baby. This is when things get messed up; you immediately have to open your toilet bowl and flush the 'baby', because almost immediately, the baby's mother will appear in the mirror. She is believed to be Bloody Mary.

The mother will scream for you to return her baby, and she can come out of the mirror and hurt you, so it's best to flush the baby fast.

For a video on people who actually tried it out, check out

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=blue+baby+game+horror

5. Wall Knock Ghost

This game is a Japanese horror game which involves communicating with spirits. There is a belief that in every room, there is a spirit hidden in it.

As you knock the walls around a room, there will be a spot where the wall is hollow. This is where a trapped spirit is in. You can write some answers on a paper, or even place objects on the ground.

Next, hold a pencil, with the tip facing the wall. As you ask the question and drop the pencil, it should fall on the answer.

Well, that's about it for now. I don't have any idea why anyone might want to play these, but it's spooky just to think about it. Hope you guys enjoyed! Happy Halloween!!!

Zoey Himawari- 11:10 pm

Hey, have fun, okay?

Cameron Heathen- 11:11 pm

Nah, oh, hey, it's 11:11, hurry, make a wish!

Zoey Himawari- 11:11 pm

I wish you never feel sad again...

Cameron Heathen- 11:11 pm

I wish for you to be happy

Zoey Himawari- 11:12 pm

Aw.... *hugs*

Cameron Heathen- 11:12 pm

*hugs back* Heh... We both thought almost the same thing, huh?

Zoey Himawari- 11:12 pm

Shut up.... -_-

These are fake names, based on something that really happened, though not exactly. It hit me in a romantic way, so here I am, making up fictional characters about it.

1|21|18 ~ 1:17 am

My life, right now...is easy to explain, but maybe not as easy to understand

I think only the people who share this feeling I have can truly be triggered by my explanation

To my knowledge, there aren't many of us...but for those who are interested, I'd like to map it out for you

If you find yourself lost, just remember, that's life

Life...is a condition, a state, if you will

And the state I'm in has an endless road with no street lights. My vision is clear, the surrounding ambiguity makes sure of that. The edge of my world is where the light can no longer reach. The headlights of course. On this dark road, in the middle of nowhere...or at least, somewhere I may or may not know, but can't distinguish. I can't know, because I can't see. And when you can't see, it's a lot easier to get lost. So I must focus on what's in front of me. The hood of my car...which carries the engine, the heart of my drive. And the propulsion of light, extended from the power of the heart. Well, the engine. Although this sight requires a substantial amount of working parts coming together, it only serves as a miniscule portion of what is to come...here, driving down this road. But I must continue to monitor my view. Abandoning my gaze will allow me to become ignorant to the possibility of something being in my way. And I can't afford to put my advandcement at risk. There is nothing surrounding me anyway, nothing worth stopping for, nothing I can see enough of. Just the contrast of the light ahead of me. It never becomes any less than it was. My eyes are never given the time to adjust because the distance I gain is of the highest importance. And it all comes back to this feeling. There is an exit ahead...the dilemma I'm presented with is knowing only that. Or, feeling only that. Because I don't even know. If this exists, I don't know where it is. I don't know when its coming, I don't even know which side of the road it will be on. There is just an undeniable feeling, telling me that I have to keep going. But not knowing when I arrive at this exit complicates things a bit. I'm never sure when I should speed up, to make better time of reaching it. Or when I should slow down, so I won't miss it. All I know is that I have to make it. I need to get off at this exit. The next path my life will take can only be through this exit. There's nothing else. Everything is depending on this. I've brought myself to this point with only one destination. One single option. I filled up on gas & headed straight for it, not even knowing if I'll have enough to make it. That is where I am, that is where I'm going. And that is all I'm doing...going. Holding nothing back, this feeling won't let me. At this point, it isn't something I continue to chose anymore. It's just what I have to do, its what this feeling calls for. But I guess the anchoring affect this feeling has on me, is reassuring me that I will make it. This is still just that feeling commanding my thoughts, but it's convinced me. I've embodied this feeling & now I act as it's captain. I will take this feeling & I will make it a reality. I will make sure that it comes through for me in the end. I have to. I have no other option. This feeling has become my life...my life has become this feeling.

...I have a feeling my life will appreciate it later...down the road

If I couldn't jump off a bridge

I would dive head first

Whistling

On the way down

Where is my protector

My fears are under pressure

Suffocating

Alone in trepidation

"Choke her by the neck

Kick in her teeth

Watching

While you reap satisfaction"

My hands cannot touch her

Neither will my feet

Emulating

Would mean certain defeat

   She smiles at him sadly, "You know you'll never see me again... right?"

   He matches her smile, "Yeah... I do. I know I can't stop you, so..." He then hugs her as tight as he could. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you think I don't care, I'm sorry you think you are alone. I want you to know, you are not alone. You can always come home."

   He looks at the scars on her wrists for the first time. "...! Is this why you are saying goodbye?!" He whispers, hurt. 

   "...I...yes." She lowers her head. "I'm sorry. I'm too broken for you to fix. You can't put a band-aid on a gaping hole and expect that to be the end of it..." She turns away, shaking, and looks out at the water.

   "I won't let you!" He says, looking determined.

   Then... she jumps. At the last second, he reaches out to catch her, and he is able to wrap his arms around her..

   But.

  It wasn't enough. It was too late.

   So. 

                  They.

                              Both.

                                            Fell.

  I have spent the last ten years of my life learning the dead and dying languages. I am fifteen right now. I have decided to learn Latin, and I think I have learned the word for fire in Latin...and I say it aloud.

  "Ignis." As I whisper this, A flame appears in my hand. Of course, I immediately scream and flail like a madman. Thankfully, the flame goes out. "Woah..." I push up my glasses and hold out my hand, palm up. Nothing happens. Then, I say it again. "Ignis!" The flame comes back. I am thankful that I live alone for once. I come up with an idea.

  "Aqua!" I am immediately drenched. I then look at the time and realize that I need to go to school. "CRAP!" I yell this as I am putting on jeans over my boxers and a t-shirt from my favorite band. I run out and slam my door, locking it. Then, I sprint to school. Thankfully, I dry off, as I run. I make it to class and get in the position to stare at the window and the clock in the back, as usual.

  "Dennis, I hope you are going to pay attention today," Ms. Redhawk, my perky teacher says.

  "Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." I respond.

  At the end of class, I rush home so I can keep practicing. I call my best friend, Cass, over.

  "Dennis, are you okay?! Where is the fire?!" Cass comes rushing in, out of breath. I may, or may not have told her there is a fire so she gets here quickly. What? There will be.

  "Right here. Ignis!" I say, smirking. A small flame floats above my hand. Cass stares at me, her mouth wide open. "If you keep your mouth open, you might catch flies." I tease her.

  "D-Dennis! Is that...what?!" Cass looks extremely bewildered. I am amused.

  "Here, you try. Ignis." The flame disappears.

  "I-Ignis.." She says, holding out her hand as I had. Nothing happened. And she pronounced it correctly.

  "Huh... maybe it only works for me..." I don't realize I said it aloud until she says something.

   "W-wait..What?!"

Note: This is an old piece, maybe a year or so. I have it up on wtw.