1Sittin' in a cold dirty well » You don't know but that's okay. It'll be angsty from the start, I'll grant you that. Over-dramatic-ness will come later, and I guess I'll have to conform to chronological order now, don't I? Well, at least my summary won't have to be ruled over.

1We've no time for later now » What makes a story better - the real life of someone or something mind blowing but fictional? A non chronological story that involves a girl around all our ages.

Do, or ever will I want, God - what do I want? I want to have the breeze in my hair, to feel something so breathtakingly beautiful that I wont care if my parents spend more money on buying discounted pity items than anything they've ever spent on me.

3 Love's Last Adieu I hate that he left us. I hate that he doesn't care enough to send birthday presents to Jason and Cecelia. I hate that he's my Dad, and I hate that I can't stop loving him.

2 Losing the game Little girls play their little games; never noticing that they'll play them all their lives. Parallels to what some may call offensive material, read at your wanting.

1 Haywire This is a slightly edited version of a poem I wrote when I was ten or eleven, chronicling what was then the closest thing to 'noncomformist thinking' I could achieve for my severely outdated mind. I'm pretty sure by now that this is a cliché, but I though

With Silence and Tears You take it fast, nothing is meaningful to you. Its like pulling out the brake fast inside of your soul. There's no reason to do it, but it just happens that way. Title is from Lord Byron's poem, but they have no relations after that.

1 Drabble of Claudia So you know, the child is immortal. She is talking of another person, I'm not quite sure who it is she is adressing. I'd advise that this isn't very well writing, as this is my first shot at rhyming.

2 la lumière conquiert sombre ? A dark story of how a world was destroyed by one girl who played games with the Gods. They forgot about the world, and the world was nothing but dark.

3 Requiem I saw you smiling at me once, was it a smile? Did you want to tell me that it was the first time you even came close to it in years? I wish you'd tell me. title has nothing to do with story. I like the song by Mozart a lot..