Ideas Go Here

Chapter 1 Our society came to Mars in 2045, when the Kleen took over Earth. The Kleen were a group of elite alien species, that came to planets and purged out the unintelligent. They turned the planet into a “super” planet. When I think of these “super” planets, I think of guys like my father. Superficial, intelligent, and driven, makes sense my father would be being part Kleen himself. Kleen look just like humans, but their only difference is they do not have belly buttons. I, Gracie Keller have lived on Mars my entire life. Mars is all I have known, even though I was born on Earth, my father and mother moved her right after I was born. My mother eventually went back to Earth after my father became commander of Mars. But that isn’t where my story starts, my story starts with Smith. I walked into first hour, which was when we go over the rules and regulations for living here on Mars. “No one should leave the permitter,” my teacher said, flipping through the thick book. “No one shou...

Have we failed ourselves in relationships? Has it become easier to just have sex with someone without emotions or any form of true intimacy? A few thoughts I have ponder over the last week. It seems it is easier to cut off intimacy altogether, to prevent hurt. It is these thought processes that contribute to women I feel wanting to stay single. The pond, the sea, the swamp is filled with hopelessness. Non-romantics or try-hards but undoubtedly the laziest men and women left. It is easy for men to put blame on women and say, “She doesn’t suck dick” “Or she won’t do anal” “She never has sex with me anymore” Rather than accept a woman’s dislike to a certain sexual act. Even a lower libido is a problem that people seem to forget happens. It is easy for women to say, “His dick is too small” “He is not aggressive enough” “He never has sex with me anymore” Rather than accept that some men just aren't dominant and do not actually like treating women like discardable toys...

       I look over my shoulder, watching you work the socket wrench under the hood of your 70’ Plymouth Barracuda. I watched you intently from my porch, swaying back and forth in my washed rocking chair. You glanced my way, setting my insides on fire. Your smile and give a short wave, making my cheeks burn red. I wave back, smiling. I put my hand over my eyebrows, blocking the sun to get a better view of the way your skin glistened from the sweat that is dripping down your body. You wipe your brow, sliding under the car. I watch your shirt reach up revealing your bear like stomach. I crossed my legs, squeezing them together. I took a sip of my lemonade, returning to my book. You were the distraction I wanted to fantasize about, not some Harlequin novelist's idea of a good fuck. I pictured you pinning me against my house and fucking me right then and there. I daydreamed about us, making love under the stars or in front of a fire. Then again, that is what Harlequin nov...

I have had writers block for quite a while now, seemingly nothing has worked to put words to pages. At least I have my wit, right? But then I sat, and I thought, I really thought about what makes us happy. What as human beings, truly makes us happy. Not like a temporary happiness, but a fulfilling happiness. What makes us happy?             How do you know what really makes you happy? I am tremendously good at faking being happy so that I do not draw concern to others, shit even to myself sometimes. I binge watch romance movies, knowing that the shit only happens in the movies. I sit on my couch and let my head grow with ideas of love and bliss, only to come back to reality and realize how alone I really am. Then I have my “ ahah ” moment and I am like, “I am pretty good at being alone.” But how would I know what that is, if I have never really been alone? I have felt alone, damned by myself, feeling this self-pity that I am sure no one has ever felt. If ...

I see all the people on my friends list that I used to talk to before.  And now we don’t talk no more.  But as much as we faded away,  a piece of you has always been in my heart.  And even though we faded apart,  I keep you in my prayers,  because a piece of you has stayed.  A piece of you has made me who I am today.  Good or bad.  Happy or sad.  A piece of you has stayed,  and I would not have it any other way.  God blesses us in mysterious ways, And I’m glad that piece of you is still here to stay.  Even in the worlds we are in now, they differ from the ones of our past.  It brings me joy to see the lives you’ve created, The lives you lived, thus far, And what’s best? I know a piece of ME has decided to stay too.  Just know I’m always rooting for you.  Because even though we don’t talk no more, I’ll always remember,  “That’s what friends are for”

When we think of friendship, we think of someone who will be there for us, through anything and everything. Friendship is something that can be earned, taken advantage of or even failed. Friendship has been seen in many aspects of life, whether it be with a human being or an animal. We find that in many relationships with people, it may be hard to trust someone if you have been hurt in the past. The sorrow and pain someone feels when they feel betrayed by someone, they gave all their trust to. It is like being burned with a brand, the hot iron searing into your skin, the soft crackles as it burns the flesh. It’s like a knife slicing through the skin on your back, pushing its way to the bone, twisting and turning in the hole. The knife violently taken out and the blood seeps from the hole that was created and flows down your back. Darkness can be found in any friendship or relationship. It may even create the stages of grief, trying vapidly to gain acceptance. We deny that anyone can tr...

  Breaking the Cycle  by Kristy Pickett She felt the pain of a thousand waves crashing down on her,   She felt the sorrow of doubt,   Self-doubt.   Self-hate.   Her honor taken at such a young age.   Her innocence gone.   Life may be all the things you wanted,   But for her, they have been forgotten.   Finding ways to rid herself of the pain,   Drugs.   Alcohol.   Sex.   Nothing seemed to get her fix.     The attention she craved was negative,   Always negative.   When she did find positive,   She rejected it like poison in her skin.   Harboring feelings of resentment,   Left her angry.   She felt anger.   She felt pain.   Always thinking, “Never Again”.   Breaking the cycle of hurt.     She found herself in a world that loved,   A world with hate,   For she thought she had been given her fate.   Mixed emotion washed over her,   And ...