Raven's short stories and fascinating poems

 Waking up is the hardest part of the day, having to leave through this hell. Next its getting ready for college, what's the point? Paying attention in class, why bother? A bright young star dimming by the second this is ebony. Ebony the one that always smiles and is so polite, she never cries at least not on the outside and not publicly. a sweet and tender young flower at her height yet so soon to fall, Only in a human life it is not like autumn, because at least in autumn there is some level of beauty. Alone in the back of the class undaring to enter the lunch hall unnoticed, invisible and uncared for. She gets back home and her father a vicious drunk beats her again and again but with cold words not his fists not always. A while later unable to take it any longer and hating herself she takes her old mans gun and goes to her yard. She checks if it has bullets in it and it does have only one.  But one is all she needs she tells herself. Poor fading flower, no one is aiding he...

 Hey guys, I just wanted to give a little background, many of you know nikola tesla and John aren't a part of tolkiens' work They are charactors from sanctary which I strongly recommed watching if you can.  Anyway I hope you enjoyed this short although you should be aware it is yet to be finished.  Thanks for reading and sorry it was in so many parts, good things come in time, despite being published the same day. Miss Raven

 Chapter nine: The morning after I awoke to a knock at the door, I got dressed quickly and answered the door. Eru Illuvitar stood before me, I couldn't breathe for a moment. "My Lord Illuvitar, How can I be of service?" I asked in a small voice "Walk with me?" He replied I took this as an order and nodded. "It was a request not an order, My lady. Lord Illuvitar said We went outside and walked around the kingdom of Imladris. Lord Thranduil watched us, a frown forming on his face, I looked at him as if to say "Figured." After about an hour, we went inside and I went to the library, I had finished the book Lady Galadriel had lent to me and I returned it to her, now I was in need of something new to occupy me. Chapter ten: To the library I was looking at the books when Lord Thranduil tapped me on the shoulder and made me jump. I turned and looked at him, without hesitation he kissed me, I pulled away and looked at him. "I apologise My Lady, I don...

 Chapter five: New beginnings  We arrived back home, if I may call it that and found that decorations were being hung all over.  Lord Thranduil came over to greet us. Lindir bowed and took his leave as I looked at him for reassurance, he nodded and set about his duties. I stood awkwardly before Lord Thranduil, he smirked at my discomfort and took my hand.  Leading me to the table filled with food and drink. Yet still I stood there like a fool, not really understanding. I followed suit when everyone else sat down and began to eat, drink and talk. Had it not been for my seemingly misplaced anxiety, I seemed to be very welcome. Chapter six: After the feast A little later, a band started up with the sweetest music a person could hear. I sat in the corner and read from the book from earlier, during this time I became very tired yet since , I didn't really know if I could leave, I stayed and waited. After about an hour Lord Oropher came and sat by my side and softly said "...

 Chapter one: The pain, The burn The pain was almost unbearable, yet I kept a straight face. Morgoth watched with a smirk as I struggled against the bonds. "I will ask you again Raven, who are you going to side with?" I glared at him and made no response, Again the burning pain flooded through my body, I gasped for air as if Morgoth had put his hand around my throat and began to suffocate me. Of course he hadn't but it still felt that way and everyday it went on for hours and hours. Chapter two: Imladris A door swung open and Lord Cirdan and Lord Elrond entered, I watched them carefully looking up from the book i borrowed from Lady Galadriel. "Are you okay Ravenna?" asked Lord Elrond in a gentle voice that i had now become accustomed to. I nodded putting the book aside ready for the questions I had already told them I did not have the answers to. Yet they asked nothing, they simply waited for me to say something and when I did not they exchanged a look.  It was ...

 Hey guys, I have a treat for you, i am going to put an (unfinished) short story on here, since i don't just want to do poems. I hope you enjoy. XoXo Miss Raven

 I walk on a path, the path is called life. Through my life there have been plants. Some are beautiful and sweet. Some are nightmarish, shrouding my life in the dark. The sun in my life has gone away. I don't know when it will be back or even if it comes back. But I realise now that even through all the pain and supposed misery There are lessons, a small flower grows every now and then, proving its rarity proving it's beauty. It's sweet, and beautiful but so rare.  This little flower of purity and joy, with a sprinkling of happiness it makes that journey worth while. The pain is worth the everlasting sweetness,  even if the pain in turn lasts an eternity, The point being that no matter what you are going through or feeling there is HOPE! Hope is the little plant in the corner just waiting to be recognised and understood by a very broken heart. Hope is the Christmas gift or Birthday one hopes to receive even more than the iphone or ps4. Hope gets starving little children u...

 My heart breaks  i see the shadows of the past on anothers face, my heart breaks,  i see the tears of pain on anothers face, my heart breaks, they are unwhole, just like my heart. Broken  Broken, Oh what to do?

 This is not a poem or really even a story.  But... I have been hurt, now I am simply numb, I have never known true love, or real care  I have been hurt and betrayed by pretty much most of the people in my life. This includes Family, "Friends" and people I don't even know. I have a big world all to myself, yet dark tendencies and wishes sometimes, in both. My little world is no less real than this one, you could say it has become a coping mechanism... One that is so ingrained into my soul that it won't ever go away.  I have wasted my life pretty much, I am messy and although I prefer tidy places and such I just can't be tidy, By society's standard I am disabled or stupid or whatever you choose to label me.  But firstly i have no such disability because there is no such thing.  Secondly, I am not some stupid freak, because on one is normal or even typical and because no one could have done what I have done.  I am that one person in every generation that...

  Sometimes, it is as if you cannot hear me, as if I am unheard.  It hurts and yet deep down I know that you don't mean to appear as if you cannot hear me.  Yet, there seems to be nothing I can do to convince you to listen to my voice and as much as I love you and want what is best for you, sometimes I feel as if it is best left unsaid. Your unpredictability makes you seem so dangerous, and so distant, yet I know deep down how you feel and what you really want.  What you want if to be comforted and perhaps heard yourself, You want to feel safety and love and most of all you want stability. I know that because we both want all those things. We also want a relationship that works, and yet it seems like an impossible mountain to climb. Despite how much we love each other, Yet everyday I want to  believe this struggle is worth it and we will get to the top with a smile on our faces and love coming from our hearts. But what if we never reach the top of that mountain?...

                                            Mamma Dear Mamma,   I wrote this to let you know exactly how I feel, so here goes, Well, what is there to say, a lot I guess, First of all I want you to know just how much I love you.  I truly do, despite everything we have been through and I want to extend my dearest apologies for any hurt done unto you by my hand, word, or action. I know Sorry is only truly shown through action and not word, but in my heart I am truly. Secondly, I wish for you to know that I hate that you hurt yourself, in some of the ways that you do.  I understand most of these things are your coping mechanisms.  You could say in some ways, I understand but in others I am at a complete loss.  I hope you understand that I don't blame you for anything, because if you could have been there you would have. We will get justice some day and ...

 Invisible Girl Back again to the long, dark hallway of my lonely life I being once more to feel suffocated. My legs struggle with each heavy step. My lungs burn. I watch over and over the memories I have, They are from before. Before it happened! I pause the first eye-catching memory. Its of me dancing in a little blue dress, It is the happiest of my memories. The next is much darker. I fall to my knees trying to ignore the demon. The dark memory is of the first time I was hurt. By those I was meant to trust the most.  It finally all fades to black, as tears well up in my soft hazel eyes. For I am the invisible girl, the one that no person ever sees nor notices. I am pain incarnate! I am the innocent and left behind ghost of your inner nightmare. FOR I AM THE INVISIBLE! I can barely breathe now, as it go's an even darker shade of black. My conscience fades. The sirens come too late I am gone. All because you chose not to listen, because you couldn't hear me. (Note from Miss R...

 The air has gone, yet it only seems to affect me, Along with a small percentage of other people. For me the air being gone is like being forced Under ice cold water. The pain is unendurable. Yet I have to endure this every second of every day. I struggle violently as my lungs attempt to bring in air, That no longer exists. All because I keep constantly drowning, In these ice cold yet shallow waters. There is no real  way out, if i want to survive, I must endure this senseless pain. If I want to be at peace, I must allow the waters to take me. Perhaps, I shall. There is no other way out of my predicament, Where I survive. Perhaps it is time for me to... Drift down this lonely river,  Off the edge of the raging waterfall.  

 I cry! I cry! My tears are always falling, they never seem to stop. It's like I've filled a bottle and it hasn't been filled to the top. Overflowing, filled too much! It feels I am drowning, yet my eyes are the only thing that cry! Soldiers are waging a war against an invisible enemy. Much like my tears struggling for the totality... of their joyous freedom, far away from me. But ending up being just another group of fallen soldiers. Each time, much like those on the Battlefield, Of violence and pain, only to imagine their long lost... Freedom and joyous lives.

 Those who hurt others are usually hurt themselves and yet they are the greater evil in life. Take a spirit, they are here for many reasons, but mostly they are hurting, or don't understand their time has come and gone. The school-yard bully and the kid that never talks may have more in common than first thought. Everyone has a heart and a soul, or at least most do. But bit by bit that heart can break a little everyday and that soul can turn colder everyday until it turns to ice. Self hate rises, Hope fades and kindness, understanding and compassion can disappear altogether. It's not just words that can cause scars it's actions too.  No one is a saint, but all may be forgiven, no matter the mistake. Penance shall always be paid , if not by the person then by their soul! Perception is a dangerous thing, a dangerous, form of knowledge. All because no one has the guts to be real.  They just wear a persona like it's a shop-brought outfit.

 You see? See me, Hear me, Comfort me. But you can never be me, Understand me, or ever feel what I feel, Perhaps it is time... For me to fall off, This untimely reel.  This is real, don't ignore. For I am no Bore!

  Elegantly depressive   Drowning in waves so deep it is sorrowful ,    Yet of my own murderous creation,    Fighting to reach the top .     W hen put into perspective ,    There is little point in fighting the inevitable .    Fighting the inevitable will cause more pain ,    More sorrow     T he light at the end of this very long tunnel ,   M ay not be worth the pain endured for years upon years.   How would we know if we did not try?   We would not!   Is the pain worth the risk without the definite of the promised happiness?   Depression in itself is a deceiver,   A dangerous deceiver with the elegance of a lord and the rage of a beaten demon.   An unpaid assassin ,    Created to kill: dreams, hope, happiness and purity.   The waves are the symptoms of depression.  

Hi, all  My name is miss Raven This is not my real name but it is the one I use on my blog. This is just a note to say that All work published here has been written by my own hand. Please email me if you want to use any of my work and please give credit if you do. No one may use my work without expressed permission.

 The end, how I wish it would come sooner.  I cry and scream, it solves nothing. Truth is within us,  We don't have to end our lives, To end our suffering. Our depression is our mind And so we change our mindset. People run their mouths, So run! Run to the love and not the hate, The forgiveness and not the vengeance. The reflection of our inner souls. Broken things can be fixed.  We don't need to fix ourselves, We need to fix our behaviours. We need to be united, family. We're all one but we all shine differently. Have different gifts and talents. Are all different but no matter our family name, religion,  Sexual orientation or colour we are all family.