Rachel Marie
~ A part of me, apart from me ~ Author and aspiring journalist from California. contact: rachmarie2199@gmail.com
This is no cry for help For I find beauty in the reality of my sadness
But it isn’t meant to be She sees a small face inside a camera screen. This call she waits to start This touch she tries to remember Is something that she craves But won’t feel until december. ~ Lo...
When her eyes are closed she sees darkness And darkness she sees when they open again She wants to escape to a place with no end ~ She lays with the lights off, holding her breath She doesn't make ...
I can feel the distance between us, It's like the distance from my home. I tense as my fingertips distract themselves, They cannot find a place to go. The warmth of a place like mine seems to drift...
Do you ever think of a moment, A time after a time, Do you ever think of a hidden love, That may have crossed your mind? Do you ever think of the very rare chance, That a person on the street, May ...
In the world, there is the town of Rescue.
Dear handwritten letter,
The meter is broken.
The truth is you never really know what you've had until it's gone. The saying is repeated, but still remains as true as the first time the words were invented. Such a small saying with such deep m...
Aspen He didn’t come. Every turn that Aspen took in every single direction made her utterly dizzy and utterly sick because she knew every look just ensured the fact that he didn’t come. And that he...
Bryant The lunch bell rang like a beacon. Bryant raced down the halls, knowing every twist and turn that he past brought him one step closer to her. Even if she wasn’t there, it wouldn't matter, be...
Bryant Bryant was really more of a morning person. He got up with ease, and jumped into the shower without the urge to take five more minutes of sleep. Brushing his teeth was a cinch, and surprisin...
Aspen Aspen hadn't even noticed that she had been giving in to her temptations until Bryant had followed through. He pressed up his mouth against her parted lips. It was a gentle kiss, no force hid...
Aspen Aspen had always hated being the new girl. She hated every “first day of school rally” and every person who asked for her name. She hated every “ice breaker” game played in class, and hated a...
My mind hates my head, because it confuses my judgement. My skin hates it's body, because it feels overtaken by this developing sort of insanity. I'm covered in fear as I believe what will happen t...
To the ones who feel they need to be pulled out of the dark, the ones who turn on the light will be the ones who were pulled out of the dark by their own hands.
Chapter Two: Revealed (verb) to make (previously unknown or secret information) known to others
Chapter One: Found (adj.) having been discovered by chance or unexpectedly
Regenitation The Story of Tristan Belock By Rachel Marquardt Started: February 11th, 2014, on a Tuesday at 11:45 pm Some people make supersized inventions and gadgets. Some people make inspiring bo...
Do you dread the night my love? Do you look at it as a time when a day shall end, and a new day will clench it's teeth around you, awaiting your actions, awaiting for you to move? Sometimes we feel...