Killed by a Turtle: Chapter 2

Luna decided to go for a walk and to get to know her new hometown. She started getting emotional, she wasn’t sure what exactly made her cry but for starters, she blamed the wind blowing in her eyes. Throughout the whole walk she was fussing with herself because she didn’t want to cry, she kept thinking to herself that she shouldn’t cry on the street. Luna arrived to the street she lived in and this is where she couldn’t take it anymore. She almost ran to her house tears streaming down her face, a few houses before her home it started raining.

As Luna stepped into the house she felt that something was wrong. Luna felt the presence of the demons, they were there. Sometimes Luna got lucky and the demons weren’t after her so she tried to sneak in her apartment without the demons noticing her tracks. This time she was close and the demons didn’t find her.

The girl let out a small sigh of relief as she stepped in her appartment. Then her mind started racing, “How could they have already picked up my track? Before coming here I made sure I mixed them really well…” Luna didn’t know what to do, she even thought about running again but then she decided to stay. She walked past the mirror and saw herself and how horrible she looked, her hair was wet and her ruined make up made her look like a panda. Luna sighed once more and brought her make up removal wipes. Luna looked in the mirror again and realised that she looks just like one of her demons. The oldest one, or that’s what she thought because this demon has been chasing her ever since she had her first encounter with the demons. This was also the demon who explained her the rules of the Chase.

The demon reminded her of a turtle and her makeup had made her look like that. She thought it was a coincidence but it still made her worried so she started the cleansing ritual she held every time she almost got caught. Just before she finished she heard a knock on her door.

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Killed By a Turtle: Chapter 1

It all started off as a secret. No one knew her. She was like a ghost, she felt like a ghost as well. A new town, a new identity, a new look. . . It all was so strange. new, exciting and even scary. Once again she had to run and once again she had to find herself but she did it avidly. She had to forget her past, her family, her friends, her name, everything about the old her. She was the outcast of life chased by demons but she also felt like she needed to break free from this old body and image she had. It’s not like it was becoming unbearable, she was just sick of the demons.

“I think my new name will be Luna. It sounds nice and it sounds like it’s from the past, yet it’s nothing like the old name I had. I liked my previous name more but you can’t always get what you want,” Luna thought to herself. She continued on with her new look: pale skin, dark red hair which resembled blood and blue-blue eyes. Not just ordinary blue, she wanted her eyes to pop, they had to be so bright people were afraid to look at her but instead they made people want to stare her in the eye. The one thing Luna hated so much about her was her body type, the one thing she lacked power of changing. She was short but well toned and thin, she also had some curve which made her even more desirable.

Her old friends from her previous identity told her how amazing she was but it just annoyed her and she didn’t listen their compliments. But the need of being appreciated and loved consumed her so she sometimes took desperate measures to win people’s approval, whether it was with looks or personality.

Even though she was chased by demons and no-one cared about her pathetic life, or that’s what she thought at least. She liked to live her life the way it was and she was so obsessed of the challenge between herself and the demons.

Luna thought of herself as a free bird who has been undiscovered. It was true in a way. She did love to sing and she was still unnoticed. It made her feel like she was free. This was the first time she actually was starting to feel satisfied with her life and the thought of going through the painful change made her sad but also scared, she never knew how fast the demons will find her and she felt like the next change will be the last she’ll survive.

She used to live in London, she did like it there but this had been too much for her. She did born in a small town in Scandinavia and she didn’t like the lively London as much. Now she wanted to go close to her roots but the thing is that she can’t go back to a place she had lived before because the demons would pick up her track with a matter of a few minutes. She went to live on a country called Estonia because she’d thought it was a clever choice, the demons would never suspect her living in a country so small and so sparsely populated. Luna moved around the big metropolis a lot but also big towns but this country was miniature even if you compare it to a big city, she thought that the demons won’t come to look after her in such a small place because they knew she wouldn’t be so stupid and she was happy  for her somewhat smart move.

 

Luna’s first task was to find herself a place to stay. She wanted a place where she could live luxuriously and that was close to the school she went to. Luna was actually centuries older than 16 but she looked like one so just to be safe she lived the life of a typical 16 year old.

Luna found herself a lovely school and an even lovelier apartment. The girl wasn’t too thrilled to go to school but she still did it because she new she was safe that way. The school started for her in the next term, Luna had talked to the headmaster and they had agreed that it was better to start next term not in the middle of one.

Luna hated going to school because she had been living for too long and therefore had seen all the historical events, she was just annoyed how stupid people were and how badly they took note of history. She also had trouble making friends. Luna tried to fit in but since she usually came into schools in the middle of the year she could never completely fit in. Her weird absences didn’t really help either.

I Am the One Who

Trigger warning! This poem talks about suicide. If you have similar thoughts of your own please reach out for someone. I know it is hard but you will benefit so much from it. If you don’t want to reach out for someone professional then you can contact me by asking my contact info down below.

Hi guys!

This poem is one of the last ones I’m going to write for the poetry course. I hope you enjoy it and I want to say that this poem currently isn’t based on my own thoughts whatsoever, this is just something I came up with while reading the pretty depressing example.

I Am the One Who

I am the one who’s always called the weird one.
I am the one who gets bullied.
I am the one who goes home to cry at night.
I am the one who wants you to be a part of my life.
I am the one who you betrayed.
I am the one who lost my faith in living.
I am the one who killed herself last night.
I am the one who you now miss the most.
I am the one who you called the weird one….

Ann

Repetition task 2 – I Never Want to Forget

Hello again.

As you can see this is another poem from the poetry course. The tasks should end soon so I hope that soon I have some other writing challenges or updates on stories or maybe even book reviews to show you. This poem is called I Never Want to Forget and I hope you like it.

I Never Want to Forget

I never want to forget the day I met you.
I never want to forget the times you made my heart melt.
I never want to forget the night you said you loved me,
I never want to forget the special times we had.
I never want to forget the reason why we didn’t last,
I never want to forget our last goodbye.
But I have to forget because remembering causes more pain.
So I’m sorry that I forgot because this is what set me free.

I’m actually quite proud of this poem. I feel like I did a good job with it. I don’t think the poetry course is teaching me something too new because I feel like poems are the next level of trying to explain emotions and therefore have to represent your deepest and sometimes darkest emotions. I’m not going to review the course just yet, I will do it when I finish the course or when I write the last poem to it or something because that would be a great conclusion to it.

I hope you enjoyed,
Ann :3

Rhyming exercise

Hello everyone!

Today I’m writing abother poem. This time it was a rhyming poem… or well it was supposed to be a rhyming poem. I know it would be nice to learn all of the different aspects of poetry and try to recreate them but then again I feel like poetry is about emotions and this time I couldn’t make the poem to rhyme. I do feel like I have improved a bit in the whole poetry are but I guess I’m not the greatest judge on that so some feedback would be nice.

I ran down the road so gloomy,
There were no souls nor any flowers blooming.
I knew that I had arrived home.
I saw a lake so dark and walked to its shore,
I decided to go for a swim and I would’ve,
But there was a soul like me,
So lonely and done with life.
He looked me in the eye and I stared at him.
He asked me for a walk,
And then he started to talk.
I looked at him once and realised I was no more.

Okay now when I look at the poem again I understand that it is pretty bad… Oh well, isn’t that how one learns?

More Imagery Exercises

Today I will bring to you 2 imagery exercises. So they are a bit wonky at least in my opinion. The topics were a bit weird but I guess for an exercise they were pretty easy.

A music concert

Loud guitars and drums
Sweaty metalheads moshing in the middle of the arena
But in the end it’s only you,
Music and the freedom within you.

My bedroom

My sactuary
It is so close to my heart
I don’t want to leave

Hope you enjoyed. Like I said they are a bit on the weirder side but very enjoyable indeed 😀

Ann :3

Imagery exercise from a poetry course

Hello everyone!

I’m back with more poetry this time from a free poetry course I’m currently taking online. I will add the link here. You can check it out, I won’t say any of my opinions yet on the whole course because I’ll do that whenever I finish with it. Right now I’ve been taking it pretty slowly.

Here’s the first poem I created on the course, I haven’t named it yet and I probably won’t. Also I want to tell you that some poems from the course will be a bit weird but I will add them here anyways , just to document all the things that are happening on my journey of poetry.

A lonely biker riding on a beautiful sunset
Waves slowly creeping to the shore
The wet sand under the wheels of the slightly rusty bike
The sweet smell of fresh rain and seaweed from the sea
The salt in the now so calm sea water
Lonely yet strong

Ann :3

I wanna be a bird

I wanna be a bird,
I wanna fly above the sky.
I wanna be a bird,
I wanna feel  the wind blow,
Wind through my wings,
Wind through my soul.

I wanna be a writer, a poet.
I wanna let the words flow through me.
I want to make people listen.
Listen to something I have to say,
Listen to my little thoughts
Listen to my big dreams.

I wanna be the person,
Who my parents dreamed I would be.
Unfortunately I’m, not.
I’m not even the person who I wanna be.
I’m the person life has shaped me to be.
Do I wanna be that person?

This is my little poem. I have no idea how it turned out but I want to experiment with poems. I really like the way people play with words when they write poems, also maybe some of my poems can be used as song lyrics for my band.

This is about the third poem I’ve ever written so I’m happy to hear the feedback and hear what you think. I hope you enjoyed.

Ann

Wolfing writes: A Story Of a Girl

Hi friend o/

It has been a while. I wanted to tell the story of myself. I think you’d enjoy it and I mean you deserve to know. I hope that one day I could see a letter just like mine. It would be interesting to see your handwriting and hear your story.

So my story, just like every story starts with birth. I was born on winter, I guess you already know that…

I guess I could say I had a lovely childhood but despite that I still was an unhappy child. I mean my parents saw me always happy and cheerful but inside I’ve always been unhappy. I know that I’ve been sad all my life. Especially sad about my looks. As of today I’ve become happier with myself but it can still mess everything up (I shall get back to it later).

When I was little I enjoyed dancing and I really enjoyed that. Now I want to do it too but I feel too self conscious. I’ve tried taking dancing classes now but I can’t spend 2 hours in a room full of mirrors… It would just upset me and make me wanna cry. The reason why I stopped dancing was that people started bullying me and at 5 or so years old it changes a lot. As of today I’m just scared to do it and I don’t have any support so I’m not ready to take the huge step.

So basically all through my kindergarten years I was bullied. It was horrible. I hated it and when I hear my classmates talk that they want to go back there then I just shiver there and don’t think about it. When I went to school the bullying stopped and this is the time when I started to be my own bully.

I was and still am very tough on myself. It gets to extreme measures. I was struggling with self harm but that you know already. I have always been so hard on myself and even though I have been clean for a long while I still think about it as a possible punishment. Mostly it’s about my looks. The fact that right now my family is having hard times isn’t helping much. Sometimes my way of thinking is correct in that sense but then there’s a click and my thought process is wrong… it’s just so wrong.

Sometimes I get scared thinking about it all but today I wanted to tell it to you. Don’t worry this isn’t one of my depressed letters. This is just my attempt of telling you as much as I can. I hope you don’t mind listening me. If you have any questions you can always write. I need to talk to someone from time to time anyways.

I hope I can hear from you soon enough.
Love,
Your friend

It has been a while…

Dear Jarrett,

It has been a while since I’ve written you… I guess it is nearing 90 years…

I’m sorry I messed up your life like this. I thought we were real, I thought you love me forever because I sure do… I have no idea where you are but I know that you visit this place from time to time.

To be honest I don’t know why I wrote this letter. I know I messed up your life by changing you and I am truly sorry for that. If I know you (which I’m not sure of anymore because of our last meeting) then this whole situation bothers as much as it does me… Maybe we can talk about it? I have learned a lot since our last meeting 100 years ago… I was young and stupid then, I mean how much do you know at 24? Especially if you’ve been just changed? I want to help you, I want to ease your pain. 

I totally understand if you don’t want to meet me but if you do then I celebrate my birthday still at the beach near our old tree… Someone treated me just like I treated you and I see now how it affected me, I’m sorry for that and I want to make it up for you… I have changed and I guess you can see it from the style of this letter… I truly am sorry and I hope you care about me enough to even reply to this small letter. I know I should’ve probably written this a lot sooner but I was afraid… I was afraid of your reply and now am worried whether you’ll get it on time…

You’re the one who knows all of my dirtiest secrets and you know me… You know my mind and you’ve learned to know the every muscle in my body… I wish I could erase the past, I wish I could give you back your human life… I just wish I hadn’t fucked up your life and now I’m begging for your forgiveness….

Yours faithfully,
Daralis