Secrets

Dear Dr.Octopus, 

    I know that it has been quite some time since I have seen you. For that, I am truly sorry. I do not know what has come about me lately. I am feeling unwell. So much has occured since we have last met. The last time I saw you was when I got my cute, one eyed, on horned purple people eater. He was the cutest little thing there ever was. I remember how well he got along with everyone, especially you. You were his absolute favorite, aside from me of course. It pains me to tell you this, but he has passed away. He became ill with some horrible disease when he ate hospital patients. Doctors believe that while nursing him back to health, the disease has come over me aswell. I have hope that I will be quite alright. I am a fighter. After all, I did grow up with you as my mentor. 

                                                 Sincerely,

                                Suize Snuffelufagous

Rejected

There are many situations in which a person might feel he or she has been repeatedly rejected by others. Some situations include plans beening cancelled repeatedly throughout a short period of time, or being excluded from conversations. When the side walk is only big enough for two people to walk side by side and that third friend gets stuck behind them, one may feel rejected. When a group of people are next to someone and the group excludes said person, one may feel rejected. In such situations, the rejected person may feel a variety of emotions. One may become depressed and feel that no one cares enough to recognize their existence. They could experience loneliness due to the lack of attention. Although everyone experiences different emotional responses, many are disturbed by the fact that they have been rejected. It is never a positive thing to feel ignored,positively or not.

Gothic Literature

Gothic literature is most effective in emphasizing supernatural elements. In Frankienstien, the monster is this supernatural element. Although the monster may be used as a horrific creature, it conveys more of a supernatural feel. The monster is a concoction of human body parts used to create "the perfect person." Altimatley, the creation of such a thing isn't as horrific as it is paranormal.

Haunted Horror

Mary Shelly starts "Frankienstien" with letters from an adventurer to his sister. This leads into the story of "the stranger." Although I love the concept. I would start a "ghost story" a bit differently. I want something that would really wheel a reader in. Start it off with a BANG!  I don't know exactly how I would start it. It would depend on the content of the story. I just know that I want the first words to stick with the reader. Maybe even start it with a short phrase like "It's just the beginning..." 

"Let me be your hero baby"

If I was a superhero, I would not allow anyone to know my secret identity. I would help people to make the world a better and safer place, not for the fame. If people knew who I was, than they may try to send me rewards. That is not what being a superhero means! Being a superhero mean helping those in need and not expecting anything in return. To be a superhero means to be selfless. It is just not possible to be selfless and expect to receive money or rewards. I would save people because I want a better world for the next billion generations to grow up in. Hopefully, people will be influenced by some unknown super hero and actually become more loving and caring.

Invisible

As a child

I always wanted  to be invisible

Wouldn't that be cool?

If no one could see me

Then I couldn't act a fool

No one could laugh

No one could hurt me

Being invisible

Would be the perfect life for me

I could stay out of sight

And be happy for once

I could live my life

How I always thought I should

Maybe it is not much of a life at all

But it happens to be something I want

Because what I am living

I would hardly call a life

I get through everyday

Just waiting for the next

But I should enjoy the day

Not struggle through it

I should feel comfortable in my own skin

And love who I am

But I can not do that

When I feel judgement all around

Broken Promises

There was once a girl

Who made a promise she could not keep

She tried so hard

But she became so weak

She promised him her love

Now and forever

They wanted to have children

Though they never

She was in and out of the hospital

Time and time again

She was told to say her goodbyes

Because she was near the end 

How could she tell the truth

About the fate she has come to meet

How could she break a promise

That she always intended to keep

"My dearest love,

How do I tell you...

I could not keep the promise

But know that my love was true."