The Guest.

{Ahh, I feel like I'm going to slap someone in anger soon. People at school, both the faculty and the students, are so... Annoying? Over dramatic? Stupid? Honestly, I just want to stop being nice to them; if they think they can be a jerk yet still expect me to smile and disregard their comments, who are they kidding? I just want this school year to end.}

The wind blew, flinging a whirlwind

Of sand and rocks to the window.

Although the outside environment

Was noisy, restless, chaotic,

The interior of the building was

Silent, a thick atmosphere filling the air.

The storm raged on and on,

Until finally, there was a knock at the door.

The father, the main arc of the family,

Quickly opens the door, greeting the

Unfamiliar guest with urgency in his voice,
Ushering the man to step in to the house.

However, before the guest could be led

To the living room where the majority

Of the family was, a trigger was pulled.

BANG BANG!

Shot at the heart, the father soon was not able to breathe.
As the family rushed to the scene,

They see what has become of

Their father, her husband, in that very moment.

They ran.

Gun powder landed everywhere,

Covering the furniture, dirtying the floor.
The once lively house was now covered
In blood, the family portraits stained with
A horrid, deep red substance.

"Four dead, one more to go."

The youngest daughter, a five year old,

Hides under her bed, hoping not to be found.

"Come out come out wherever you are!"

Taunted the murderer, feeling at ease with

His latest doings.

Unfortunately, the little girl, being as young as she is,

Let out a whimper, and was immediately found.

One final bang was heard, followed by

The creaking of the back door slamming shut.

The storm was still brewing outside,

Blocking out any noise that could be heard

From the inside of the house.

Those screams, loud and haunting,

Suddenly ceased at the dawn of the new day.

And then everything went quiet.

Utopia.

{Ohnoohnoohnoohno. Project isn't saving correctly. ;AA;}

A perfect world, a perfect place
Where everyone is equally free,
And no one is ever hurt.
A society that is better than the rest,
Simply because they chose to live
In equality, and to handle problems
With direct care.
A perfect place deemed by others,
A place with many problems hidden.

To smile freely in such a world
Should be a given, yet to be happier
Than the rest is almost forbidden.
Everyone shares the same pains,
The same sorrows, the same happiness.
Life is constricted, beaten to a pulp.

The delinquents don't exist there, or rather,
They do, but are reformed into a different person.
Or perhaps discarded of in secret order to save
The community's reputation.
Instead of mourning for the loss however,
Life moves on, without anyone knowing
Of that devastating crime.

A vacancy has just opened up
In that town.
Would you like to move
To your utopia?
Just be careful not to lash out;
Who knows what might become of you?

Money or Wisdom?

{Oh my goodness I'm tired. I haven't gotten any proper sleep in the past... Two weeks? I usually get five hours instead of the recommended eight. I tried my hand at this kind of story... Can you spot what I was trying to get at? I promise this isn't based on real life other, so it isn't a type of memory for me. xD. Find the secret!
EDIT: ... That was horrible. I hate formatting. TT_TT
EDIT: BEST viewed in chrome. That's when the formatting works out. TT___TT.
EDIT: I give up with this. LOLOL. It was supposed to read "Someone is behind you don't look", the first word of each line read. After I changed my layout for the blog I guess it got destroyed. : (.}

Someone told me the key to success isn't money, but wisdom. People believe money is everything, but in reality, it's not. The key to success isn't owned, but works behind the scene. Money is a necessity in our lives, but wisdom gained in the years you live hold more importance in your life.

Don't overlook the knowledge you've gained. Although we agree knowledge doesn't look as good, it helps you overall in the long run.