Monday, February 25, 2013


"Dancing In the Street" by Killntyme

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! This piece is from a conversation I was having with my friend a couple days ago. I was talking about something that gave me a rush and he couldn't relate to me at all. He told me something that gave him a rush, and I couldn't relate to him. It just got me thinking that even though someone is so close to you, you can still be very different.
My rush is singing and dancing. I love it and always will. What's your rush? What really gets you going? Leave a comment below and let me know.

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God it's such a rush
To leave the ground for a second
To move like water
To express myself in a whole new way
To unwind and just dance
Or maybe
To feel the wind on my face
To feel the gound under my feet
To feel the freedom
The freedom of running
To feel your touch
To feel you breathing with me
To know I am not alone
The feeling of being with you
Or even
The feeling of success!
To feel like you did something right
To feel superior
Like you did the best
It's all different
Everyone has their rush
The one thing
That makes them go wild
And crave more
That one thing
Maybe it's a sport
Maybe it's a person
Maybe it's an event
Everyone has something
What gives you your rush?


Friday, February 22, 2013

I will stay strong

Hey everyone. My name is Jonathan and I'm the new writer for the site. This is my first time posting here at Real Life In Fiction so I hope you guys like it!

You bully me for my looks
You harass me for my beliefs
You label me because of my sexuality
But I will stay strong

You call me a loser
You call me a freak
You call me an idiot
But I will stay strong

You hit me just for fun
You kick me just for laughs
But I will stay strong

You've made my life hard
You've made my life hell
So bad i want to end it all
But I will stay strong

Bully me for my looks
Harass me for my beliefs
Label me for my sexuality
But I will stay strong

Harass me all you want
Bully me all you want
Beat me up all you want
But I will stay strong

Light of my heart

Hey guys it's Sabrina Black this weeks piece its just having a special someone in your life that lights up your world I hope you guys like it!!
Light my way
In the darkest shadows
Light my heart
To feel love again
Light the path beneath my feet
That will lead me in to your safe arms
In this dark forest lift the mist
With your lanterns that dance like fireflies As they float in the sky
So that I may find you
Where ever you are
I will be there
So that your light will never burn out

Thursday, February 21, 2013


"Sin Titulo"


I'm lost...
So lost...
I miss you...
I need you...
Your touch...
Your voice...
I'm dead without you.


I'm scared...
So scared...
I'm in pain...
I keep suffering...
The medicine...
The pills...
I can't make it on my own.


I'm tired...
Too tired...
You are gone...
I am alone...
I want life...
You want lies...
I won't deal with this.


I'm fresh...
So fresh...
I've come back...
I feel my blood...
Thoughts rush back...
Hope bites deep...
I can live without her.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


I've got so much wanderlust; I just can't contain it.

Travel, it's expensive, but you don't have to go overseas to do it. (Though it's my biggest dream to leave the country.)

My version of wanderlust is to explore new places and things I have not seen before. I want to see in a different view, literally.

My most favorite place I've been is the Smoky Mountains and the Appalachians  I can't imagine what it would be like to see the Alps or Everest.

Someday I'll be able to do it. But I'm not going to spend my time obsessing over it without being able to do a thing about it.

I read something earlier today that said: "Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you should set up a life you don't need to escape from."

Hmm, well now that makes sense.

I'm going to make it my goal to see these things and go these places, but if I don't, I don't. I'm going to live life right now and enjoy the place in which I live. No matter what, there's always something to explore.

Friday, February 15, 2013


A moment stands still in time. Not a clock ticks. Not a sound is made. Not a word is spoken by the person next to you. All around you people are statues of stone, frozen in time. As the love of the person across from you is lost in a kiss. Only time can freeze it, as the world stops to treasure a special moment meant to last forever. Every great moment is soon to come to an end. Giving one last moment—one last kiss—one last hug. As much as it hurts, it's time to say goodbye. It's time to set what you love free (even if it's forever).

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Last minute piece

In my frantic attempts to study and complete my school work on time this week, I actually seem to have forgotten to prepare anything. What a bummer...



Oh, wait! I know! How about this...

Here's a picture of the Olentangy River, which separates OSU's central campus from its agricultural west campus. It's time for a free-write!!!! 

"Soft Waters"

      My eyes watch the ripples in the dirty water as the current moves all the river's contents along at a smooth pace. Atop my bridge, I watch the peaceful scene as geese congregate in the cool waters below. Oh, how I envy them and the ease with which they can coincide with the small waves. How I yearn for my childhood and the salty shores of the Pacific...

     Thoughts trail off into the warm winter air as the geese jump from their watery seats and take to the air, once more displaying something I don't have (something I can't have). 

      A sigh comes easily from between my lips. The world beyond either side of this bridge reeks of industry and the racket of motors. Only hear, in the middle of it all, should I find peace. Yet, still, leaning over the railing, I can't help but feel the sting of all which I don't have. "Stupid," I think as I smack my forehead against the railing as discipline for such idiotic thoughts. Regret soon floods me as my palm rubs my sore forehead. "Ow..." I mutter in half-disgust of myself.

      "Do you live in Morrill Tower as well?" she asks from the depths of my blind spot. I turn quickly to my right (so quickly, in fact, that I almost jump at the new sight). A girl, or young woman, my age dressed in army fatigues stares at me with a small, sweet smile and a humorous expression. 

      "Yeah..." I mutter, still in shock, as I stare at the small wonder before me. She giggles lightly and turns to the river with her hands grasping the metal railing, as mine had done only a short time before. 

      "It's so calm out here, kind of the one thing that makes living in the tower so great, ya know?" Now it's my turn to smile as I turn to face the direction her eyes are still focused on.

      "I couldn't have said it any better myself." An uproar comes from the water as a blue heron emerges from a small island on the river and flies off into the distant. 

      "So pretty," she mutters, watching the majestic bird's every move.

      "Yeah," I agree, for once finding something that I know the birds could never have. 

Is it fate or reality? The differences are hard to come by.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Hey guys it's Aulene!!!

So this week's piece is kind of lost and confused. I have opportunities and they could come out either in a good or bad way, and it scares me sometimes. I don't know what to do. So, yeah...That is this week.

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Some things happen in your life that make you question
Hidden and unseen answers
Others are blunt and obvious
Staring at you in the face
Some are just subtle enought
To where you just catch a glimpse
A glimpse of what is supposed to be there
And then what?
Once you see it...
What do you do?
Do you run for it?
Or do you run away from it?
A possible surprise lurking...
It's a very misunderstood word
Surprises can be good
They can be amazing
Thay can make you jump for joy
And cry tears of happiness
They can also be bad
Making you scared
Making you want to run
And cry tears of pain
And anger

So do I want it?
Do I want this surprise?
Do I want the risk?
I don't want to fall
I don't want to get hurt
Not again.
So I think I might walk
Walk the other way
I may miss out on something good
But also will miss the pain.
So that's my choice
What is yours?
Do you choose to take the chance?
Or do you choose to play it safe?


Friday, February 8, 2013


They are kept hidden from the rest of the world,
Locked and kept in the doors our minds,
Nobody knows the dark-sides of your personality,
The weaknesses, struggles, we keep to our selves.
Regret takes the memories; forms them into a guilty conscience.
Why do we have secrets?
They're the only things we can keep to ourselves, Like something we own like stealing an item
But don't want to give up or admit. Instead we suffer from time to time
And slowly eat ourselves away in secrecy.

Thursday, February 7, 2013


"My Life" by DarkRaven

Cutting is a controversial issue with which I know all too well. As I've gotten older pain has strangely become more pleasurable in a way that I can't describe. Luckily, cutting is an action I've left to my past.

However, I thought it might be interesting to write about the issue in a different light. Let me know what you think.

"Reminiscent Stains"

I take the blade between my fingers. How cool the metal feels. How much my mind yearns for its bite. Still, it's reassuring to have solid mortality squeezed between my digits. “Maybe just once more,” I think. “I want to remember.”

My palm against the casing, the tip of my finger pressed hard against the back of the blade, my focus drops to my hip. The caring blade kisses my skin, leaving a touch of red love as it slides down a few inches. I squeeze my eyes shut and my heart skips a beat as the rush of endorphins fills my brain with a pleasurable sting. “Yes...”

Looking down at the wonderful mark, I smile happily before I carefully make another, horizontal mark near the top of the blade's trail. A crimson cross stands out upon my light-tan skin. Liquid life trickles in tiny, timid drops down my side. My mind rejoices at the new addition to my canvas.


Life hates my pleasure.


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Going nowhere

"Lost" by iNeedChemicalX

Hey guys it's Aulene!!!

This is my new piece. I am feeling very confused at where I am in my life right now. I'm at a rough spot in my life and don't really know what to do or where to go from here. So, I am just lost in my thoughts.

Have you every been in a situation like this? Please comment and let me know. Tell me your experience with this. I would love to know I am not the only one who gets lost some times.

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Going nowhere”

Can you feel it?
(We're going nowhere)
That feeling
Of running
But you can never find it?
Yet you still try...
...To run...
...To jump...
...To crawl...
Just to get there
To that one goal
Maybe it's a spot on a team
An “A” on a paper
Maybe your other half
You always feel so close
But just out of reach.
That look in your eyes
Of loss
Giving up and losing the fight
It's almost over
Your eyes close
Then you just drift...
...Drift off into blind bliss...
Give up
We live our life,
As if we are ready to die,
But it's almost over.
You don't want to give up—
Not yet—
Not when what you desire is so close
Signal the sirens
Wake up!
For what you want
For what you need
You may feel like you're going nowhere
But that's only if you give up the fight.


Monday, February 4, 2013

Just wait

Sometimes you look at life and think: "Is this all there is? Am I going to be doing this my whole life?"

That's when the best part of life jumps in.

Unexpected accomplishments, memories, and people drop into your life.

You could say it's God's way of saying: "I'm not finished with you yet."

Just remember the dull times and the trials; just make the good times seem a whole lot brighter.


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Another Post

On Friday I turned 20. Two days later, I'm completely full of ideas and thought I might share a short piece I wrote while with my friends the other day. 

I think you'll see how much my mind wanders.

My friend, Sarah

"Brown-Haired Girl"

Dark hair and a curious soul,
It's a happy air that surrounds you.
Sit so far away, my eyes will beckon you near.
Oh, come over hear and see my words and expressions
As I compose a new symphony.
We'll take the floor with our footsteps;
Rampage to the rhythm that flows through worn lips.
Let me find you for the first time.
Mysterious and unknown,
You are an experience for tired eyes.


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Love fell fate. Fate conquered life.


Saturday, February 2, 2013

Leaving the Nest

Hey guys it's Sabrina Black, this weeks piece is about moving out and graduation I can't believe it's finally time. Its gone by so fast it feels as if I was a kid yesterday. It's time to say good bye.

"Growing Up Blinded" by Machihuahua

“Special Place”

I think back on the past
Time is flying by too fast

Is it really time...
...time to grow up?
...time to venture out into the cold world...
...without a warm hand to guide me?

The bare ground beneath my feet is paved with decisions
And a long journey creates the bumps and cracks.

In a few months I'll leave this cage forever... freely breath the sweet air as it touches my face
I'm scared but I'm ready to face a journey alone...
...leaving everything behind.

Never looking back, except when I mean to
Remember people who have a special place in my heart

Those memories are locked in a locket
With time frozen on the inside