So give me a share...
I just want to be loved. Don't judge me. Don't shun me. Just love me. I have my life to give, and your love to live. So give me a share...
I'm tired of wallowing in my own regret, making decisions I can't take back. I want something real-original-permanent. I want someone to love. So give me a share...
So many nights I cry to myself, wanting someone by my side. When someone does come along, I don't feel empty inside. So give me a share...
Ah, yes the sound of a mother weeping over the bloodied body of her child.
But the darkness is still creeping and slowly growing wild.
Her mind is screaming, the voices trying to ponder how.
It was in her scheming that lead up to now.
Her mind breaks and she clutches her heart...
As she stares at the small body she tore apart.
Face My Fear: Myself
We're lost oh lost.
Where can we find me?
Past the hill?
In a coat?
Is it chill?
On a boat?
I venture out to sea, leaving my past behind me.
I'm so lost in this abyss, what scares me?
My dangerous thoughts?
Ripping at the seams?
My lost shots?
No, the only thing I'm lost in is my greatest fear; myself.
Dear little me,
Oh, what you aspire to be. But there are hardships down the road. Feeling feelings and they showed. Little me, Please don't die on me. They'll push and punch you down. Gift you with a heavy concrete crown. You'll cry yourself to sleep; haunted by secrets that you keep. Little me, I really want to die. Suppose you say that, mom will cry. I don't know if I'll reach adulthood, but it's up to you. I don't know what to do. Motivate me to live, show me the kindness that you give. Little me.
Chronicles of The Haventara: Book One: Corrupt
“...You’re alive.” Hel fell silent, tears in his eyes.
In an ugly sob, Hel fell to the floor. His chest heaved. The boy held his hand up as if to say stop to us all.
“I’ve told myself for so long that you were alive, but I eventually accepted you as dead after everyone around told me you were gone…” Hel paused. “You’re alive… and I get why you’re on that side now.” He cried.
Mirabelle looked up at Hel, her eyes watering.
“Oh Helen, what have they done to you?” Mirabelle murmured to Hel.
“Or is it Hel now? Sparta told me they were new recruits, but I never thought it would be you.” She sobbed.
The woman dropped to her knees and crawled closer to Hel.
“I never thought I’d ever see you again.” She stated.
“Mira, I joined the USI to find you…” Hel started, “And now that I have, I won’t rest until I get to watch that division burn to the ground.” Hel snarled with watery eyes.
“You still have fire in you, huh?” She added.
“Um, care to catch me up with what’s going on?” Angel asked.
I looked to Hel expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“No change of plans, just talking to my sister.” Hel smiled sadly.
“Sister?” Angel mumbled.
I approached forward, headed to Mirabelle. The woman tensed, expecting an attack. I reached my hand out and smiled.
“Hello, Mirabelle. I am Ashley Smithson. Hel has told me all about you.” I introduce myself.
Mirabelle hesitantly met my hand with her own shaking it.
“I presume you have been taking care of Hel?” She inquired.
I nodded, “Something like that.” I chuckled.
Mirabelle smiled back at me, releasing my hand.
“So, we have agents of the USI, that are against the USI… Not just Mason…” Mirabelle noted, looking over to Mason.
Mason looked into Sparta’s yellow eyes, looking hurt and determined.
“So this has been your plan all along?” I ask Mason.
The woman glances at me and gives the faintest smile, gracing her pretty face. The smile though short-lived was incredibly mischievous as if she had been playing this “game” from the get-go.
“I may hate my sister, but I’m not a monster. Even some dim-wit would be able to see that the program is corrupt and inhumane. I’m doing what I feel is right.” Mason remarked.
“What about Magnus? Is he in on this?” Kath questions.
Both Mirabelle and Sparta visibly tense at the mention of his name, looking blankly ahead.
“Magnus has no place here, he’s lost that right.” Sparta said, lowly.
The air got thick, and silence dense in the atmosphere. Mirabelle cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the topic, but ready to explain.
“Six years ago, Magnus and I were a thing… He got me pregnant and left me with no means of taking care of myself. When my pregnancy started to mutate my genes and give me powers, guess what he did? He sent agent after agent to catch me and test me and my baby. I was developing powers because my baby was a supernatural, and he tried to turn me and her into lab rats.” She trailed off.
“He doesn’t care about the wellbeing of supernaturals, he cares about the bounty he gets when he catches them.” Sparta added.
“He didn’t even care that the child was his, he was going to sacrifice his own daughter.” Mirabelle cried.
Corrupt by Lynn Ryann
Genre: Sci-Fi, Action
Age Range: New Adult(because of violence and language)
Word Count: 2800(so far)(planning for 50k)
Hook: "Back stories were never my thing."
Synapsis: Supernaturals are people with unique abilities. In this book, the government created a program to use them as assassins and lab rats. The main characters, Ashley, Hel, and Kath make a plan to take down the program from the inside. In doing so, they find out several government secrets and start a war for supernatural rights.
My project was created off an idea I had five years ago. Of course, it's changed a bit since then, but the characters remain the same. This book is a good fit for your company because it reflects on real human emotions and experiences set in a unrealistic world.
About me: My name is Katelyn, but I go by the pen name Lynn Ryann. I am a fifteen year old new author currently enrolled in highschool. I am from my hometown of Cibolo, Texas and enjoy many things. My hobbies include writing, art, reading, etc. My writing style is detailed and emotional. I capture my audience's attention using hooks, bold phrases, and emotional words.
Thank you for your time!
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Old Ties: Page One
My hand reached to the empty side of the bed for the seventh time tonight. Cold emptiness was all that met me. I missed my wife, my real wife. Huijin, the woman I married, had changed, I thought. She had grown cold and numb. But there was only one person to blame for why my perfect wife stopped loving me… Isa Ramos.
Isa was my wife’s personal assistant and greatest admirer. I never thought a twenty-three-year-old university student could cause so much trouble in my life. Three years. Three years it had been since Huijin started to drift away from me. Three years since Isa began working for her. I’ve grown to hate the girl and everything she’s stolen from me. I could never put the blame on my beloved Huijin though; she had saved me, I thought. She took me in, knowing of my rocky past, and gave me so much love nonetheless. My past was another story… A far darker one, at that.
When I was young, back when I lived in Japan, my father used to get mixed up with loan sharks and dangerous people. He used to borrow money from the local mob; we lived in poverty back then. We shared one futon amongst the four of us; my father, my mother, my sister, and I. My father had a gambling problem, money came to him, but never back to us. He was brash, abusive even… His “friends” would hang around. They were drunkards at best, really. At best. The others, are murderers, loan sharks, corrupt law enforcement, gamblers… I grew up in a home without safety, where my eight-year-old self would have to protect my twelve-year-old sister… Where my, later, sixteen-year-old self would join the Japanese Yakuza mafia.
It was trying times, I told myself to ease the crushing weight of the blood on my hands. It was for my family, I told myself as I held the gun. It was for the best, I told myself when the CIA made an offer to me. Ah, yes…The offer… How could I almost forget such a thing? At eighteen, my family was found by the CIA, in big trouble for our associations with the Yakuza and loan sharks. All seemed hopeless until a dangerous-ridiculous road was offered.
“We’ve been wanting an inside person, Kage.” The agent told me.
“You’d fit the deal… A young man in need of a decent life for his family… His own family already in ruins…” He paused. “We’re making you an offer- work with us to take down the district three branch of the Yakuza, and we’ll put your mother, sister, and yourself in witness protection in the U.S…. Give them a new start, you know?” He smirked. “Your pasts would be left behind, you’d be under military protection, and you’ll live with a clean conscious… What do you say, young man?” He asked.
Of course, I took the offer, who wouldn’t?... But I never knew I would lose my family in the process.
That aside, I rolled over on the bed; my back now facing the side once occupied by my wife. I huffed, saddened at the thought of our current situation. I knew she didn’t love me anymore, but baking everything on Isa felt easier. Restless, I climbed out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen nook.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I glanced at the digital clock. Green symbols displayed the numbers three-zero-zero. Three in the morning, I sighed. This had been happening a lot, restless nights surrounded by loneliness and crisp air. Walking over to the glass balcony I held my cup of coffee, it’s warmth keeping me warm in the chill night air. Stepping outside, a voice greeted me.
“Good morning, Mr. Park.” A small voice with a thick Latina accent rang through my skull.
“Ramos- What has you up so early?” I ask.
I had forgotten Isa was living with us now, another thing that relentlessly bothered me. Huijin had said it would be more convenient for both of us as Isa often did housework as well.
“Never went to sleep, Mr. Park. Why are you up?” Her faint voice echoed back.
“Insomnia.” I replied bluntly before taking a sip of coffee.
God, I hated this woman, she was insufferable.
Canary In a Mine Shaft
I sing and sing but they won't come
I never thought today would be the one
I'm oh so trapped down in this tomb
I don't think I'll ever come home to you
Tell my kids I love them, they deserve to know
I don't know what I did to deserve dying alone.
Reincarnation wasn't a gift, it was a curse; to think anything otherwise made you foolish.
Innovative, Alluring, Promising, Change, Chances, Encouragement * * * * * * * * *