Remember This Yesterday by FaberDriveLuv, literature
Literature
Remember This Yesterday
Remember This Yesterday
“I’m falling in love but it’s falling apart.
I need to find my way back to the start.”
“Into Your Arms”, The Maine
A loud smash silenced the café. For a moment, the only sound heard was the radio softly singing a break-up ballad as all eyes locked onto the fallen mug, the growing pool of golden brown, and the barista whose face turned into the colour of his apron.
A long row of small white canvases splattered with random strokes of black paint hung onto the dark grey walls. Bunches of Edison light bulbs hung na
Hereinafter
"She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho."
"American Beauty/American Psycho" by Fall Out Boy
"Your eyes they shine so bright
I want to save that light,
I can't escape this now
unless you show me how."
"Demons" by Imagine Dragons
The four navy walls were barely visible behind the collage of posters, photographs, and decals. To the left was a drawer and a thick television; to the right a messy desk and a piggy bank. Veronica and her twin-sized bed sat in the middle of it all. In her hands
True Colours
"Anything you say can and will be held against you,
So only say my name
It will be held against you."
"Just One Yesterday" by Fall Out Boy
Water sputters out of the bathroom tap and turns rusty red on impact with the Bollock dagger. Sebastian Hathrone scrubs the blade hard with his thumb, careful to avoid the sharp edges. The blood washes off easily but that’s not a surprise; it’s always easy to clean up a fresh stain.
Sebastian throws the clean dagger onto the bathroom counter, scrub
Paper Cranes
I entered your room today and I saw ghosts. Everywhere. Sitting in your bed, glued to your walls, hunched over your desk, lying on your rug, and staring at my face. You, all I could see was you. And I hated it—I fucking hated it.
So I started ripping your room apart: the swish of the covers, the tearing of the posters, the clink of your lamp, and the smashing of every object I threw towards your many ghosts. I could have burned your room down; hell, I wanted to. I even found the lighter you kept hidden inside your desk along with a bong and a half-used box of condoms.
Your ghost was behind me. I could feel your bloodshot
Everything dies in darkness: the lights, the appliances, the heat, and even the street lights. A moment before we were filled with life: emerging into the bright chandelier, the plastic screen, the ticking clock, and the artificial heat. A moment later and they all disappear. We are now left with night’s strange hug.
A moment goes by. Then another. And another. The electricity fails to return. My smartphone’s dim screen is now too bright in the darkness. It’s an awful and lonely anomaly, the only one fighting against the night. And the night is winning.
I turn off the phone’s screen and look out the window. There
Total Drama Island Changed My Life by FaberDriveLuv, literature
Literature
Total Drama Island Changed My Life
Total Drama Island Changed My Life, and Defending Fan Fiction
There is a government of Canada television advertisement about grants, loans, and scholarships broadcasting around that say, “inspiration can come from anywhere” (Economic Action Plan). For me, that inspiration happened at the age of twelve. I watched a new cartoon with a delightful twist to what is considered a “reality” show, and was exposed to a wide range of fan art, fan video, and fan fiction online. I viewed much of the fan art, watched through many of the fan videos, and spent countless hours reading through fan fiction. The fan fiction was my
Paper Lanterns
"So hold on tight
It's going to be a wild, wild ride
And tonight, you won't need your wings to fly,"
I don't want to do this. I don't want to relieve everything that's happened in these past forty-four days. It pains me to even think about what I have to write in this damn letter, but Dr. McLeod says it'll help all of us move on. Move on: it's a funny term now, but to be perfectly fucking honest, it's not funny. Nothing ever is anymore, Gabe. Not after what you did. I want to block it all out, block you all out, and forget anything ever happened. But that's not possible, Gabe, you and I both kn
48 Hours
"What are you doing to me?
I'm so into you
And the hardest part is knowing
That it'll never follow through,"
"I feel like I'm drowning in ice water,
My lips have turned a shade of blue,
I'm frozen with this fear
That you may disappear
Before I've given you the truth,"
"Why? Why do you look up at the lonely sky?
Why? Can you not laugh, even slightly?
I can appreciate
This reticent character of yours.
You only have to try to believe,"
"I only have forty-eight hours left to live."
"Then why are you spending them with me?"
Four hour