He was angry. He lusted for her, and he could hear his blood pounding in his ears. He got up resolutely Today he would tell her. Today, e would own her and today she would become all his. So what if she had seemed distant all day? The way she walked away from him, the look in her eyes reminding him of a caged animal, all of that didn't matter. She was sick. She had been sick for a long time. He loved her, and he would make her walk towards him, even run.

He stumbled into her hallway. His eyesight was blurred and his ears were filled with the pounding of his blood. He banged at her door.He heard her walk towards the door, each step echoing softly on the wooden floor. She opened the door slowly, her hair cascading down her sloped shoulders. She looked like a queen, a swan, elegant and regal. He gripped her by both arms. He expected her to stiffen, or widen her eyes but nothing happened. Her shoulders slumped and she shook his arms off. "Don't," she said weakly, turning away from him and walking towards the window. He slammed the door angrily and walked towards her with resolve. She turned around to face him, and he gripped her again. He pulled her closer and closer, looking into her grey eyes. They were withering, dying. He would bring them back to life with his kisses. Fill them with that fire she had. The one that was slowly being put out. He moved closer to kiss her, but she pushed him away, and walked out into the terrace. "Don't ever do that again," she said tiredly. He blinked angrily. She wasn't even upset. She didn't even care. She was just tired. Tired of him. Tired of the way he loved her. Tired of life. Well, he was tired too.

Tired of being the only one that loved her. He was changing that, now.

He stumbled forward again, shivering a little because of the wind, now stirring up a storm. To think that she didn't care enough. To think that he wasted all these years loving her, and now, she was just tired of him. For everyday that he thought he was closer to her, he was one step further away. She turned around to look at him. "Please don't be angry. You know I never meant for this to be the way it is..."

Don't be angry? Who did she think she was? After all this time, she never meant for it to happen? After all this time? How dare she?  His feet stumbled a little more as he increased his pace. He was seeing red, then black. Spots clouded his vision, big red blotches of anger blocking out what he could see of her, except those grey eyes. Those grey eyes that had turned him mad the first time he saw her. The way the drove him mad every time he saw her.

Then suddenly, his vision turned black, and the last thing he heard was her scream.

Hey my beautiful blog readers! (See, if you read my blog you feel good about yourself)

So, anyways, this week I had a school trip and so i couldn't really blog because I didn't take my computer with me. And trust me, my phone is not good at being a phone. But, anyways, I wrote a couple of creepy short stories on paper during the trip. (You'll see. I've surpassed weirdness this time. I surprised myself.)

So, anyways, have fun reading them guys! I just decided to write this short post before typing them up. :)

Hey ma peeps!
This song is so out of the world amazing, nothing can replicate it. I love it. I freakin' love this song. Ali in the Jungle by a totally unknown band, called The Hours. Here's why. Oh, and by the way, if you don't love this, sorry, we can't be friends (feel free to continue giving me page-views though. I don't mind.)

Anyways, I'll give you a short summary of what the song makes me feel like:

So, it starts off with a sweet piano harmony or some instrumental harmony, I love it. It just gives such a nice happy feel to the song that makes you feel optimistic without listening to anything.

Next, the lyrics. Now, wow. And before I move on to that, a milestone we need to pay attention to: THIS IS A HAPPY SONG. OH MY GOD. WHAT. WHAT. (Eheheh name of my blog. I'm clever guys...)

So, back to my point. The lyrics. Wow. They're amazing. They talk about actual real people who've gotten down and have been doomed to fail in life but have succeeded phenomenally like Helen Keller and Beethoven. I mean, when I started to listen to this song, I was like, oh pssh yeah what do you know? Of course people get down, and it's easy for you to say. But then, when he talked about Beethoven ("Oh the guy went deaf and didn't give a damn!") And "Keller in the darkness" I just begain to think about it. It's so inspirational and true, I can really relate to it. I mean, if Beethoven composed his greatest symphony after going deaf, then why can't I a non-deaf/blind/disabled person do what ever I want to without failing?
Answer? I can, and nothing can really stop me except myself.

So you know what? I love this song. It's true and real, and it says that "everybody gets knocked down" but "it's not about the things you've done, it's about what you're doing NOW."

"Everybody gets knocked down, but how quick are you going to get up?
Just how are you going to get up?"

Think about it peeps,
Feather Paw.

Hey guys!

It's been a hard few weeks for me, which is why I haven't blogged. But don't worry, I have written a piece by hand that I was deliberating because I didn't know whether I want to post it or not. So, I think that I will post the piece because I want you guys to critique my writing since it is far from the best and could use some major help.

Sometimes, my language might sound bombastic, because it is (OH ME), so yyeah I apologize for being terrible. Anways, I think I will get the story typed up soon. so watch out for that! (maybe by tomorrow if I don't procrastinate!)

OHHH BY THE WAY: I am going to write up another "Songs that Pull at the Heartstrings" be cause that was quite popular for a while. No one commented, but oh. Anyways, I was deliberating which one (because it is easy to make me feel moved and I decided I will try and do all. So yay for me! I'm making plans! :)

Bye my beautifuls,
FeatherPaw.

Hey my beautiful creatures! (I never watched it, so if it's bad, sorry)
Actually never mind.

HEY MY AWESOME AWESOMES,

So, I'm sorry for not blogging about the last Friday because I was going to, but then, I procrastinated. </3

SO I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING A TERRIBLE BLOGGER.

But anyways, this Friday, my friends in the Philippines were having a sleepover, so they stayed up late to talk to me. So we talked for a long time (like 2 hours. legendary in skype time :P) So, anyways, we talked for the longest time, and skyped and instead of filling each other in on the details, we talked and joked around as if we were still in the same country and you know what? It was kind of like more best friend bonding time with everyone. It was beautiful, and even though we only skyped for a short time, it felt so good to know that after a hard day I could come home and talk to some of my friends who could make me feel better without even trying. I did it again on Saturday and I stayed up till 2am talking to them which was pretty fun. It's great to have friends, ya know? :)


And, a shoutout to my friends, especially those who blog because you guys should know that I LOVE YOU TO BITS AND PIECES BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE AMAZINGLY SNEXY.


Have a great, great great day,
FeatherPaw.