Erica's Journal| September 18th, 2011
Dear Journal,
Today I got called in by the high school for fingerprint identification. Detectors have told me someone may be trying to pose as me, yet I don't know why... What is so special about me? What do I have to offer to this world?
Those thoughts kept swiveling around inside my head in school. I could barely focus. I could barely breathe. I spent all day thinking about how my "poser" can be in this room. How this "poser' can be behind me... Or how this "poser" could be inside me.
What has this world come to?
~Erica
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
The Sorrowful Chair.
Erica's Journal| September 5th, 2011
Dear Diary,
Today has been a rather... Odd day. You see, today my family ventured out into an abandoned house. The house used to belong to my grandmother and after she passed away my grandfather ventured out into the middle of nowhere to seek adventure. Ever since, the house has been a bowl of emptiness.
The bank is coming to foreclose the house so my parents decided to stop by and pick up anything important such as family albums and antiques. I didn't have any choice but to go with my parents. I wanted to stay home and wander around but the house is 4 hours away.
When we first walked in all I smelled was dew and.. Decay? I wasn't sure of the second smell. It had a mixture of blood as well. I took a look around and I spotted an old white chair. The paint seemed to be chipping off and the chair looked... Sad.... I wondered to myself how a chair could look sorrowful but I just turned around and wandered through the rooms.
In each room I saw the same sorrowful chair. "What could it mean?" I thought to myself. When I reached to my grandmothers room I saw something peculiar. It looked to be like some sort of jewelry box, but when I picked it up I noticed there was a dial on the bottom. I turned clockwise a few times and let it rotate. It played a strange melody. At first I thought it was singing in a foreign language but then I listened closely and it was chanting, "The Chair. The Chair. The Chair Full Of Sorrow"
What could it mean?
~Erica
Dear Diary,
Today has been a rather... Odd day. You see, today my family ventured out into an abandoned house. The house used to belong to my grandmother and after she passed away my grandfather ventured out into the middle of nowhere to seek adventure. Ever since, the house has been a bowl of emptiness.
The bank is coming to foreclose the house so my parents decided to stop by and pick up anything important such as family albums and antiques. I didn't have any choice but to go with my parents. I wanted to stay home and wander around but the house is 4 hours away.
When we first walked in all I smelled was dew and.. Decay? I wasn't sure of the second smell. It had a mixture of blood as well. I took a look around and I spotted an old white chair. The paint seemed to be chipping off and the chair looked... Sad.... I wondered to myself how a chair could look sorrowful but I just turned around and wandered through the rooms.
In each room I saw the same sorrowful chair. "What could it mean?" I thought to myself. When I reached to my grandmothers room I saw something peculiar. It looked to be like some sort of jewelry box, but when I picked it up I noticed there was a dial on the bottom. I turned clockwise a few times and let it rotate. It played a strange melody. At first I thought it was singing in a foreign language but then I listened closely and it was chanting, "The Chair. The Chair. The Chair Full Of Sorrow"
What could it mean?
~Erica
Saturday, August 27, 2011
I have been sitting in this corner. No room for a lullaby.
Things in my life have been crazy...
I have been sitting in this corner for an hour now.
No room for a lullaby,
No room for a sweet melody.
Just the truth.
The sad truth that the world isn't ready for my approach.
My step into the crowd.
My life changer.
I'm no dependable person.
I just have to be accepted.
I have been sitting in this corner for an hour now.
No room for a lullaby,
No room for a sweet melody.
Just the truth.
The sad truth that the world isn't ready for my approach.
My step into the crowd.
My life changer.
I'm no dependable person.
I just have to be accepted.
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