Has it really been this long?

Oh boy!
So I have noticed it's been a very very long time since Blair and I have posted anything on here, and we truly apologize for that. We both have been busy with our life, but no we didn't give up on writing. We actually have written tons more, but haven't posted anything because we are lazy and busy!

Maybe sometime soon we should have something up :)

- Kami

Fallen & Forever Yours

Two poem things I wrote :)

Fallen

I’m a wingless angel

Falling from the heavens

On a clear December night sky

Don’t let me fall

Instead hold me in your arms

Keep me close

And don’t let go

Promise to love me

Promise to kiss me

Promise to be mine forever

I fell from the sky

For only one reason

You

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Forever Yours

Will you be the one to wipe my tears away?

Kiss me when I crave it the most?

Hug me when I’m cold?

Love me when no one else will?

Call me when I yearn for your voice?

Text me good-night every night?

Search for my hand, and give it three squeezes?

If so

I’m forever yours.

 

The Art of Forgetting -- Update 12

I don’t think I realized how fast summer went by. I didn’t get to do the things I wanted to this summer, I wanted to water-ski, go camping, crash some wild parties, and just spend most of the summer with Kale. But of course that didn’t happen, although August wasn’t too bad. Dax and I have gotten to know each other very well over the summer. He and I spent most of our summer together doing things at random. We also spent most of our summer in the ice-cream shop, since Dax treats ice-cream as some sort of treasure.

Day 2 -- 30 day Quote Challenge

Everyone has a quote where they put their values through, or reflect their values correct? Well I have a quote where my values are reflected and what is....

"Failure should be our teacher not our undertaker. Failure is delay not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing."

 

30 day Quote Challenge -- The Art of Forgetting

So I have decided to do a 30 day quote challenge, without Blair knowing so Shhhhh! Anyways I hope you enjoy it, and who knows maybe some quotes will be inspirational to your creative minds.

The First Quote; this quote actually inspired me to wrote The Art of Forgetting
So, obviously this one is going to be the first quote I am going to share :)

"When do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that yesterday remains a yesterday. And it will never be the same again."

-- Kami
Ps. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about The Art of Forgetting, it's still going to be posted here, although it might take some time for me to update :( 
 
 

A Residential School Victim

My assignment for school was to write a short diary entry from the perspective of a residential school student or teacher. I choose to write it from the student's point of view.

For those of who have no clue as to what a residential school is, well it's basically when the Churches across Canada and the Canadian Federal government decided to put First Nations children into boarding schools, where they learn about Christianity and English or French. They were forcibly taken away from their parents and sent to these schools. They were not allowed to contact their parents in any way. The First Nations children were assimilated into the ways of Christian Faith. They were stripped from their rights of speaking their mother tongue, wearing their traditional clothing, and heritage. Residential Schools is a very dark legacy which is planted in Canadian history.

Different~ Chapter 2

Chapter 2
My mouth went a mile a minute, words pouring out in a confused alphabet soup. Though by some miracle, Dusk understood what I was attempting to say through the babbling thoughts in my mind. I could see the distress rising in her eyes once more, and I stopped abruptly.
"Dusk," I appealed to her- my hands clutched in front of me as I almost fell to my knees. I knew that if she was to reject my proposition, that that would be end. For her, and for me. And rejection seemed to be exactly her plan as she turned her back on me and slowly trudged away.

Fucking Perfect -- The Short Story

"I won't ever make you feel any less than fucking perfect."

 

-- The Art Of Forgetting -- Update 11

"What Breaks in a moment may take years to mend, only if we try to fix it one day at a time."

HeartBreaker

 

So I have been thinking whether or not to share this story I am going to write with you. 

About:

The story is going to be from a boy and girl perspective, but in 3rd person. I personally have never tried writing in 3rd person but I thought I could give this one a go.

--The Art of Forgetting–- Update 10

Since the funeral I haven’t been taking care of myself like I had promised Nate. He had been finally enrolled in summer school, and so didn’t see me until seven because he had to work as well at a garage after school. When he would come home he would see himself to his room and he would spend time doing his homework. After his homework he would come up into my room and we would talk about each other’s day for an hour, until he got tired and went to bed.

Different- Chapter One

If there are any words ya don't get- just let me know and I may or may not be able to tell you ;) As always comments are very much appreciated.

Chapter One

I stood in horror, my mouth agape, unable to say anything. My eyes went from creased in sadness and near tears to wide open- as round as circles before I crushed them together and put my hands over my ears- I tried to block out what she had just said. What that meant. They had finally come for her.

I had known this day was coming, from that moment I learnt the true meaning of this institution and the corruption that ran through this society. I had tried to force the knowledge from my mind, that one day they would come. But it lurked, the nightmare, in the back of my mind and with each passing day I grew only more fearful that the day it would come to being would be the next. And now, here it was. The living nightmare.

'Baby'

Posted by Blair, written by the duo. Backstory- boring night in chat, decide to play a game which leads to some creative and impulsive song lyric writing :D Make of it what you will- just for fun mind ;)

Baby

I see you driving around town, and I can't help but frown.

I took too many chances, and too many swords and lances.

Until I stabbed that bitch, who stole you.

And she makes me want to poo.

Like, really bad.

Now I just want you back baby- I promise I dont have rabies !

So lets make us some pretty babies- One named Chad, Trish and Lady --

They'll be so cool oh ohh.

They would have my looks and charms, and your legs and arms !

I unlocked the door to my house and walked in and drank a bottle of grouse.

Every night is the saaame !

I'm so lonely without my daaaame !

Without her my body just doesn't move the saaame !

I just want to hold her close.

In closed arms, her body exposed.

And now we run, flying through the sand.

Don't look at me.....oh woah oooh !

Don't stare at me oohh yeahh !

Just because i have this penis on my forehead !,

and 6 toes on my ears, big bones nears my queer mouth !

But now I must move awn. Awwwn. Awwwwnnnn.

Dunno if it will be daawn aaawwwn awwnnnn.

Just gunna swallow these pills right down

So I can drown...

Baby live a happy life....without me....

-- The Art Of Forgetting -- Update 9

I took a right out of the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. My heart beat faster and faster, I crossed the street unaware of traffic. Cars stopped, and honked their horns at me. I covered my ears, and kept running. Across from the hospital is the park where Kale and I had first met. Memories filled my head, and kept going around and around. I kept running, until I ran to the tree where he first acknowledged my presence.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 8

I walked down the lifeless hospital hallways alone. There were nurses smiling at me when I passed by, and some elderly folk in wheel chairs rolled along. Other than that, completely lifeless. Hospitals in my opinion have always seemed depressing. They are a sign of death, and sickness. My past experience with hospitals is that nothing good happens. I stopped in front of a vending machine, and fished in my pockets for some change. All I had was a dollar, and I need twenty-five more cents for a bottle of water. Since I didn’t have any, I sagged my head and started to walk off, until some called.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 7

The first thing Nate did when I got into the car was make sure I was ok. He asked me if I felt sick, he asked me if someone tried to kill me, he asked me if Kale took advantage of me.

“I swear if that fucker did anything to hurt you—“

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 6

“Well I think I am going to take a shower,” Nate brushed passed me, and went down the stairs. That left me and Kale alone in the kitchen. I propped myself up on to the counter and waited for him to finish his eggs. Kale was slowly chewing on his egg that was one of my biggest pet peeves when it came to Kale. It would take him forever to eat his food, unless it was Chinese of course.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 5

 The sun peeked through crack in the curtains. I got out of bed, and took a nice quick shower. I changed into something comfortable, and went to the kitchen. The kitchen was completely empty of anything good to eat, so I settled for Mini Wheat’s. Kale was still sprawled on the couch, but this time he was snoring loudly. When he wakes up I am going to give him a piece of my mind. After breakfast I thought it was time that Kale woke up.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 4

The car ride to his family’s cabin was mildly romantic. He cranked the windows down, so the summer breeze swept through my curls. He had his hand on mine, and squeezed it whenever he got the chance. “Our Song” by Taylor Swift was playing on the radio.

 “Babes, what’s our song?” he asked.

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 3

The bottle went around the circle and it stopped in Kale’s hands. Agilely he spun the bottle, and I watched it slowly spin around and around, I swear it was in slow motion mode. When I had realized where the bottle stopped, my guts felt like coming out. The hole on top of the bottle seemed to swallow me into it. I felt like I had been trapped within it, and there is nothing I could do to change the result. A part of me was excited to see what he was going to pull out of the hat and the other half of me was screaming at me, telling me to run out of the room. I glanced at Kale and he was lightly blushing. Michelle handed him the hat and he stuck his hand in. I crossed my toes hoping for something decent to come out of the box. He held a slip of paper in his hand and read it out loud,

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 2

Nate had finally gotten up, so I went back upstairs. I pulled out a stool, and sat on it. Mom turned around and frowned.

“Something wrong honey?” she walked over to my side and put an arm around my shoulder, “you seem kind of down today, something on your mind?”

“No I’m fine actually,” I lied. What was I supposed to tell her? That I dreamt Kale died!? They say if you share it with someone it comes true.  “Actually mom Kale and I are going to his cabin tonight,”

“Just you and Kale?” she sounded worried.

“Yes, is that a problem mom?”

 

Different~ Prologue

Prologue to my story :D

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Human. How they laugh at me, taunt me, torment me. All for being different.

I stared at myself in the crystal glass, my anger reflecting back, doubling as it went. I put a dark hand to my cheek- red with rage, not red with their magick.

Leaning in, I pressed my pointy triangular nose against the cool surface of the glass. My deep hazel eyes- so unlike the oceanic silver of theirs stared back. Without warning, an icy tear rolled down my cheek and steadily more started to fall. The ice began slowly to put out the flames burning across my face, and replacing anger with hurt.

I began, more hurriedly now, to examine my body. My burnt umber hair, so lifeless and dull without the pale, silver and gold strands. Yanking my hair back roughly and with fingertips entwined with hair I inspected my ears. They are soft and rounded, not the classical beauty of those so pointed.

I twisted and turned, straining to see-to imagine the feather light gossamer that could never float so regally behind me.

As I stood mulling over how dismal the whole situation was, Dusk burst in through the archway, panting breathlessly.

"They're here."

--The Art Of Forgetting-- Update 1

Hello Readers, Future Readers, and Possible Readers!

I am going to share with you a tale so wild, so heartbreaking, so emotionally, it will leave your socks wet. Now before you start reading there are few things you need to know about this story.
 Well first off, there are going to be sex scenes in there, there is going to be cussing, and tragic moments, and it will make you tear up ( I hope).

On another Note I hope you enjoy it & Please Comment! Commenting makes me a happy camper & if you give me Constructive Criticism, it will improve my writing which will help the both of us.

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"A Journey of A Thousand Miles Must Begin With A Single Step"

Hello and welcome to Unwritten Inc.

This is a place for Kami and I to do a bit of a story sharing and posting. A nice little collaboration of short stories is what we're going to have here :D

So feel free to have a look around, and enjoy reading once we get some stories up and running ! Oh and leave us some comments. Every writer knows you need some constructive critisms to get better and better :D

~Blair