Forget You

"Alone in the Crowd" by DeadlyCase

Hey guys it's Aulene!!!! OK so some of you might recognize the first two lines. They are from an Aerosmith song. I was listening to that song earlier, and, when I heard those lines, I felt like I needed to write about it. At the beginning it was just about the song and writing, but it grew into something more. Right now I am not on good terms with my best friend of two years and it has been hard on me. Throughout writing this I realized that I was strong enough to stand without her and I didn't need someone who would hold me down.
Let me know your personal experience with this. Everyone has one. 
Thanks everyone for the support! <3

Forget you

I.

"I was crying when I met you"

"Now I'm trying to forget you"

  

I try so hard

To forget

Holding back is easy

Forgetting is hard 

I fall

Feeling my heart pound

Sobs choke me

Stopping my breath

I gasp, desperately searching for air

Feeling hot tears sear my cheeks

I cringe at the pain

Feeling the blood leave my body

Yet I fight

Fight for the right to live

I stand and face it

Face the fact that you're gone

A sharp pain hits my chest

I collapse, knowing it's the end

At that point I look up and say

"I don't need you"

II.

I jump up

In the safety of my own room

In confusion I search myself

Not finding a scratch

It was all a dream

With a hidden message

I can do it

I can stand on my own

I don't need you

I never did

Though now I am different

I stand taller

People all wonder

All question

"What happened?"

"Why did you change?"

I look at them

The questions filling their eyes

The answer is simple

Right in front of you

It's amazing how much a person can change,

When they realize they have no other choice.

~Aulene

~APLIW

Love is fragile

Hey guys I'm a new writer on the site. My writer name is Sabrina ; a fellow writer named Aulene told me about Life In Fiction, and I figured I'd give it a try. My story is in my writing, it tells how I think and feel about life, situations, and experiences that we sometimes overlook. I love to write (it's my passion to write what I feel inside). I hope you like my style of writing.
My inspiration for this piece comes from losing love for someone but realizing your friends love for you is more powerful than any kind of relationship.

"Love is fragile but friendship never cracks"

Love is fragile, but friendship never cracks in the foggy night. The tombstones glow in the night with their cold touch. Fear crawls on the bumps of my skin. A deep shiver within, but a tear I shed in sorrow.

My heart is a heavy stone weighing me down. In the darkness the shadows creep but a light, the way, the truth, and the life see me through. The feeling of dying has its ways of toying with one’s mind.

Love is something special, love is fragile, love manipulates with one’s mind. You lose people and make your heart stone. But somehow, someway, there is one that is with you.

The story leads to a little cancer girl; she lived her life to the fullest. She didn’t give up, but she was taken by it. When she died, her last words as she closed her eyes, she said, “Mommy I can see butterflies.”

That’s the way life is. Otherwise it has the same beginning but a different ending, unexpected and unplanned. It has its twists and turns. Don’t live with a sore broken heart. You are in trusting hands. Let them guide you through.

Love is fragile, but friendship never cracks.

~ Sabrina

APLIW

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Annie

Annie was her name...Her  life was so dull.
Her mother won't let her go anywhere. 
She feels trapped, but why? 
There was nothing to be trapped from...At least that’s what she thought.
Oh, you ask where her father is? 
Well after her mother came back from the hospital , the family knew that she wasn't herself. Annie's father later committed suicide. No one knew why exactly, but Annie did. It was her mother, her mother was insane.  
So where could she turn? Who could she run to?
Annie tried multiple times to escape from her mother’s tenacious grip . 
"Sweetheart, where are you!" Annie heard her mother say. 
Whenever she asked where she was you could suspect something unpleasant was about to happen. 
"Yes mother, here I am." 
"Ah darling, well don't you look lovely this morning." 
Annie just looked at her waiting for her mother to go berserk. 
She waited for only a few moments, that's all it took.
Her mother looked like she was about to pass out. Then she lifted her head back up. Annie wished she hadn't...because now her mother's eyes were not her own, and she looked at her with a menacing smile. One that gave Annie cold feet.  

My past

"Via Libre" by Elsilencio

Hey guys! It's Aulene!!! 

This piece I wrote about a week ago so it's pretty new. My mom passed away when I was in 7th grade, and I still have a lot of bottled up feelings about it. This is just a piece of my feelings. My mom was always asleep during my childhood so I didn't always have her there.

Please let me know what you think! <3

Thank you all!

My past

Not one to hide
But not one to be proud of

Pill after pill
She slept the day away
Missing all of my life
All of my achievements

Why?

She doesn't even remember it
Days with no food
Nights with no movement
Weeks with no memory

Everyday it's something else
Some new pain pill
Some weird side-effect

Where will I find her?

Will I find her in bed,
Or on the floor?

Who really knows
What the next day will bring

~Aulene
~APLIW

Just fuck it...

This is the last piece in the series of my latest inspiration. It's a small free-write that bleeds the truth trapped in my heart (however lame that sounds). 

What comes next shall be something bigger and better. This time next week, I'll have some pretty large news. So, until then, just kick back and enjoy all that is Life In Fiction.

“mindFUl;attaCKs”

“She steals my mind. Claws rake my eyes.” Please don’t call me “different.” For the words I say will fit yours one day—as long as you stay alive. Nonetheless, read the details between the lines. I’ve brought this pain for you each day for over two years. Can you see the pattern? Of course you can’t, because your eyes don’t see and your ears don’t want to hear me preach.

“Let God heal you. Live not for yourself.” I won’t claim anything different. Yet, I’m still not confident. There’s nothing in the air to suggest the effect such words will have on your life. Do you believe? I don’t believe you do. The topic’s too heavy. The truth’s too tight. And claiming that I see differently will only cause a fight.

“The final lines, they fall on deaf ears.” Of course! Haven’t you been listening? Not for me, but for you. There’s too much at risk if my rant becomes true. Still, you mustn’t stop and take me seriously. That is, unless you want more than this. More than that. More than what I can offer. Still, no, it doesn’t matter. “I’m just a fool playing the magician still.”

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Lesson

"Don't Look Back" by Heretichuman23

Hey guys! It's Aulene!!! This is an older piece I wrote about a year ago but the feelings remain true. I wrote this when I got in a fight with my little sister. I was so angry because she would always mess something up and ignore it and hope that others would fix her mistakes. I  go so mad, and I just wanted her to realize that it was okay to face her past and try to fix her mistakes. Everyone has made a mistake that they wish they could take back or fix to make it better. 
Leave a comment telling me your experience. I would love to hear your stories. 
Thank you for your support! <3

Lesson

It's not an insult

It's a lesson

To be heard

So listen

Listen to me

Let me show you.

There

Dying on the floor

That’s your past

Look what you did

Take it back!

Fix it!

But no

There you go

Gone

Running

Running from your problems

Growing up

Face the truth

The facts

Your mistakes

Stop running

You are fooling yourself

I can't open your mind

I can’t help you

Not until you bring your wall down

Only then, will you let me in.

APLIW

~Aulene~ 

Lonesome lies

"Loneliness" by H1lle

“COMforT;tRUth”

My feet climb stairs meant for gods.

Yet, I am nothing to worship.

This mind calls for theories beyond us.

Still, I have no real purpose.

“A shell of a man,” describes me too well.

Her lies tell an accurate tale.

Why must they still call me intelligent?

I’m no smarter than Romeo.

How can they still see light behind these eyes?

I call the sun my foe.

My world finds life as a true contradiction.

But they won’t let me die.

No! “Life” and love are praised in their eyes.

I still can’t understand why…

These fingers touch on a topic too soft.

But hearts are hard to me.

Both my eyes see a world that needs help.

Yet, they all want to be free.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Stop

"Nightmare Perspective" by alltelleringet

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! This is a brand new piece. I got the inspiration from this from one of my family members. They love to point fingers and pretent that everyone is against them and they won't just take a step back and look at it from our view. 

I know everyone has met someone like that, so comment and tell me your experience with someone like this. 

I love you guys! <3 

Thank you! :D

Stop

Just stop

Stop pretending

Stop playing the victim

And pretending the world is against you

It's not

It's just your view

You're stuck in one place

Bound by yourself

You have the opportunity

Yet you stand in your own way

Why?

To get that attention

That of which you crave

You desire

You topple over

Yet you feel no pain

It's just an act

Stop!

You're not the victim

And the world isn't against you

It's just your view

If only you could see

~Aulene

~APLIW

White Magic

Magic River by gilad

This is one of many in my new line of pieces drawn from the inspiration given by a long-time friend. What's crazy is that, unlike other girls, the inspiration she gives me clears me mind in a strange way. Expect her to be part of what drives my writing through these next few weeks and for the depth to be more than what's written.

“loVED;withOUT”

I.

“Drop the subject”

“Lose the line”

“Forget the past

And, please, stop crying”

“No loves exists”

Or so she says

I simply ignore

And feel betrayed

Not by her, but

By all those before

Who made me believe

That love’s a whore

II.

“Don’t lose faith”

“Leave your home”

“Forgive me now”

“I’ll cleanse your soul”

So many girls

Have come to me

So many lies

Have brought me down

I look at stars

To dream of change

No one stands up

To take love’s blame

III.

“Drink in misery”

“Love my hate”

“Fall for no one

Unless they’re real”

I stand still

She lies so far away

We’ve grown apart

She still doesn’t see

The final lines

Fall upon deaf ears

She’ll never love

I’ll never hear

[“Don’t believe them”

I wish to think

But hypocrisy is

My only savior]

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Desire and Deceit Part 2

                

I heard Kaitlin  in the distance giggling , my heart jumped at the sound of her voice. I turn  side-to-side trying to see where she was, but all I can see is black. I felt a jolt. I am awakened to a car whizzing by, causing me to almost fall over. I take a look around, and I am in front of an old wood shop on the outskirts  of town. Where did Kaitlin go? Perhaps she was just a figment of my imagination...

            Then I heard it again, but it wasn't as clear this time . It sounded muffled, like she was in a building or something. My gut feeling was the wood shop, and, without a second thought, I followed her voice inside . The shop was completely empty, as far as people go, only a few of the hallway lights were on. I tried to move forward, but my body was stricken with fear. There were so many things wrong with this situation. In that moment her giggling soon changed to shrieks of fear; I ran toward the sound of her voice which  to a small room with a tape recorder and a set of speakers setting on a table.

            

Oh snap, well it looks like I just got played...

            In almost a too cliché situation, the door behind me shut. From the corner of the room walked a man who was wearing, not a suit and tie with sunglasses,  but he was wearing jogging shorts, and a sleeveless shirt. His outfit had me totally confused, why did he look as if he didn't belong at all? Yet there he was. He had short, blond, cropped hair and green eyes. Him smiling at me without saying a word put chills down my spine. Everything in me wanted to turn and try to escape, but I knew it was no good.

In his hands the man had a small black tape. He walked to the stereo system, changed the two tapes, and hit 'play'. After a moment of sounds of a mic being messed  with a Russian voice came on saying, "Why hello David. It is such a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Nikolai. I've heard so much about you." He looked at me and nodded as if it were him talking. "So if you were wondering, the man that is standing in front of you is me. Yes, I know it must be hard for you to grasp, but I can no longer speak. You see the point is that you were given a gift, one that I am not at liberty to speak of at this point in time. Right now all you need to know is that everything is not what it seems. Be wary of everything , especially feelings of those you love."

Stuck

picture by ParallelDeviant

Hey is Aulene!!!

Alright, so this is a new piece. I wrote it today. I honestly don’t know where I got inspiration for this. The man in this piece is a man that I have seen since I was a little girl. He has always been there, and I have always seen him as a threat for some reason. So other than him this piece is just the result of me thinking a little too much. HAHA.

 Anyway I hope you like this and I encourage you to comment.

Tell me something that you are scared of.

Thank you so much. <3

Stuck

I am stuck

Stuck in my own mind

Lost in a strange world

Mine, My world

Where I dwell

Where I create

Where I face no judgment

And no darkness

So I thought

I turn the corner and see them

Loved ones

Dead, drained of life

No longer able to feel

No longer able to love

Seeking revenge with no satisfaction

Who did this

Who would cause this much pain

Then he's there

The broad silhouette of a man

What is this

I want out

This isn't right

Why can't I escape

Why is this man still present in my mind

This is my mind...

Isn't it?

~Aulene

~APLIW

Looking back

photo by phatpuppy

“Biased Memories”

           Alone, I’m here, walking these streets. Darkness has brought my thoughts to life and answers have cured this body of strife. “Do you remember where this started?” I whisper to anyone who will listen. The warmth of summer fills this neighborhood’s silent air. “I can remember it like it were yesterday.” My feet stop at a corner, below a lamppost, illuminating my memories as they escape my delighted self.
          You were a girl I hardly knew. Yet, still, you played my wife on the stage. I was a shy kid without any friends. Yet, fast forward a few months, and you were the only one listening. My eyes stare out into the darkness as images of her walking by my side reenact themselves before me. I guess I screwed up by dating another girl instead. I laugh. But Fate knows how this all plays out.
           The light goes out above me, and my feet bring me around the corner. No one else graces this night with their presence. I enjoy the loneliness though. Still, I sigh as I step onto the parking lot of the high school I use to explore. Phantoms pass by once more. An ex-girlfriend’s kiss and devotion shock my body, while the ghosts of a friend’s threat attempt to kill me. I shudder, but my smile never fades. “Well, old building,” I speak. “You haven’t changed one bit. Are you happy to see that I have?” Will you be happy to see that I have? Her face enters my mind once more, and I slowly begin to wonder why she’d care about a “wretch” like me.
            Is it your kindness? Is it your life? What makes you see more of me than the others? A bonfire sets ablaze in the grasses to the right of the high school—hopefully another illusion. Teenagers stand around the fire with cans of Mountain Dew and Pepsi in their hands. A marching band waits yards away. “There I am,” I state as I suddenly see myself with a sousaphone wrapped around my body. Younger kids fight for my attention, but all the girls are appalled by my presence. There I am… The girl I’d put my hope into back then had fled with the smile my youth had worn. How could she behave differently than they had? None of it makes sense, even as the images fade and my feet start again.
           The high school passes on my right, consumed in its abandonment. I’d once thought of it like me, in a way. All alone and only used when convenient. I guess our ways have parted. I follow up a small hill until a secondary parking lot blocks my path. A dark car sits alone in the lot, and, suddenly, buildings pop up behind it. My eyes can see the events inside the car unfold.
           Her and I sit with smiles upon our faces. I truly can’t remember smiling that wide, but these illusions have yet to lie. That night you’d felt the same, huh? I shake my head. I guess I just wasn’t mature enough to follow it through. The illusions fade quicker than before as my feet scrape the ground. I head out of the parking lot; away from the school; back towards the darkened streets. “Just be careful,” I mutter as my happy thoughts linger a bit longer. “I could love you without much reason.”

Unexpected Chaos

So I have been thinking on this story for some time now. Part of the reason I didn't post last week, sorry :(

Although I am quite sure that I will finish this one (for once, haha). Honestly I am not sure where I am going with this story, it is leading down a rabbit trail to who knows where...

Take the journey with me??

Well I hope you all enjoy!

Grace be with you all,

Alex S.

Her hands were warm to the touch. She was smiling at me as if nothing else on this planet mattered, and I wanted to keep it that way. We were walking down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. Slowly the sun began to set before our eyes, and before I knew what I was doing I stopped walking, pulled her back, and—as if in a movie—she turned. Then we kissed as she wrapped her arms around me. Despite the cool air, my body was filled with warmth from her lips. We pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes with no conviction or fear. Everything about this night was perfect…

I awoke to my brother's rap music blaring in our room. I tried to get up but, as soon as I felt a slight pain in my back and  looking up to my bed, I realized that I had either fallen off my bed or my little brother had pushed me off. (Which, in some cases, the latter seemed very logical, but in others it was ridiculous. I mean, I was almost twice his size!) I switched the music off and got dressed; looking at the clock I saw that it was almost past noon. Past noon?! Aw man, well I suppose there would be no reason to go to school this late anyways. Now what am I do with my day, since I already gave myself the day off...

 Wait a second, why didn't mom try to wake me up knowing that I would be late for school? And why would Sam leave his music on. It's not like him at all. Fear crawled through my body. I peered out my door. The hallway was cold like the heat had been off for hours. No lights were turned on. 

            Well this isn't completely creeping me out…While I'm about to round the first corner that leads down the stairs I half expect a zombie to jump out from around the corner, chase me back to my room, and eating my brains out. But I should’ve known, nothing was there and, like the rest of the house, I find that it is dark and cold—no zombies or monsters. Man, why couldn't it be a little more exciting? I wanted to use my zombie apocalypse kit that I bought last week. Oh well, perhaps another time. 

I know that dad is okay since he is at work, and Sam should have caught the bus this morning, but what about mom? Where did she go? We only own one car, so there is no way she went shopping. 

With some further searching of the house I found nothi— Wait, is that blood on the couch? There was a trail from something being dragged from the couch to the back door marked by blood. Oh, my stomach tightened, and I felt nauseous. 

A phrase kept running through my mind: This can't be happening, oh please no. Following the trail of blood to the back door I hesitated to open the door. Before my hands touched the doorknob a thought crossed my mind: What if whoever did this is still here? But I couldn't leave not knowing what's behind this door. Or instead of opening the door that could possibly lead to my death I could go through the front door and run around to the back. Which one to choose... Go through the back door and find a bloodied killer waiting for you to fall into his trap? Or go through the front door to find that there is a horde of zombies waiting for me. Decisions, Decisions...

I looked at the trail of blood one more time hoping that it had been a figment of my imagination. Nope, it was definitely real, unfortunately. I felt my stomach tighten up once again, I took a deep breath and walked to the front door. Before I opened the door, I almost hoped that I would be greeted by a zombie rather than face the gruesome truth of a serial killer in my house. The door swung wide open and before me was not standing a zombie, but a man in dark clothes and a hat which read: "FBI". 

Oh man, you gotta be kidding me... 

Before I had a chance to say or do a thing the man took me by the arm, turned me around, grabbed my other arm, and started to handcuff me. "Hey, what are you doing to me?! You have no right," I yelled at the man, who seemed to not even hear me. He started to read me my Miranda rights, "Look I don't need to be silent I didn't do anything!" I fought hard to get free, but it was no use. This man was huge and had a death-grip on me. Kind of suiting since he probably thinks I killed whoever is outside, but now was not the time to plead for my life. First, I gotta figure out how to get out of this situation. 

"So where are you taking me?" I asked inquisitively as if I didn't already know where I was going. The agent just grunted at me. Great, getting nowhere fast (except that I'm headed right towards the electric chair). Looking around, I noticed that there was an axe handle with a towel wrapped around the head in the passenger’s seat in the agent's sleek cliché SUV. Wait, an axe, why would an...Oh man, oh man, oh man. I am so dead.

The agent looked through his rearview mirror and smirked at me. Chills washed through me, and I was clearly unsettled. He knew it too.

You know, despite the fact of being trapped in a car with a serial killer, I find it almost humorous that I am not strapped down except for my seat belt. Which gave me an idea on how to escape, although there was one dilemma that I did face. We were driving on the highway at 50 mph.     

Okay David, it is now or never. I quietly unhooked my seat belt and made sure that he was completely oblivious to what I was doing. I waited for the opportune moment. Just as I was about to reach for the door, the man turned, giving me a weird look. I sat there and tried to act as normal as possible until he turned back around. Luckily it was only for a moment before he continued to drive. And, without a second thought, I opened the door of the SUV and jumped out with everything I had in me...