"Hello? Can I get everyone's attention, please? I would like to say a quick thought. I would like to say something to everyone out there who is hurting. To be more specific, If anyone out there is thinking about not living, then well you were made for a reason. Only one in four hundred trillion people are born. So if you are thinking of committing suicide, then just know that the people of earth are here to help. God is here to help. And I know that a lot of you don't believe in God. But he is there and he has never stopped believing in you. So why should you give up on him? And I know a lot of bad things have probably happened to you, but no matter what you should never ever give up hope, faith, love, wisdom, humility, or friendship. Just know whatever race you are, whatever gender you are, God and I love you for who you are not who you try to be. Thank you."

I have three fathers. Of those of you that remember me talking about my favorite number being three and seven then look at that, three fathers.

The truth is I don’t feel the same way towards all of them.

My first dad is my biological father. I love him but he is a narcissistic alcoholic. Since this is for father’s day I can’t really talk bad about him. I love my dad.

My second dad is my stepdad. I love him very much and he is like a real father to me.

My third Dad is the Heavenly Lord. He is my Lord my God, and my Savior. I love him.

The Father I want to write about is my stepdad. He is like a real father to me and the only father I really had. I know I just said I had three fathers but my biological is my father because he helped give birth to me but he was never really a father. My Heavenly Lord, whom I love, I father in Heaven but My stepdad is My only earthly Father who cares about me. I don’t look at him as a stepfather I only say that avoid confusion. I love you so much dad and I am so happy you are my father. You are the best father I have ever had and I can say that because I have three.

Trees moving, sun falling, ground jumping, he runs as far as he can, as fast as he can, as much away as he can, but, he won’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do what he always wanted to do, not after what happened. As much as he wanted it, he had responsibilities and he had to do the right thing. He couldn’t let anyone else get hurt, hurt the way he was, ripped from your happiness with no way to get back.

He could see his village clearly, on flames. He saw his mother holding his sister in her arms. His father was trying to find a way to break down the walls. The walls that were supposed to protect the people of Shema, were keeping them in to be consumed by the flames. He was in the distance. He watched his parents as they burned to death. His feet were stuck to the ground. He was in so much shock and couldn’t move. He stood still the same way he did before, when it happened. He could have done something but he didn’t. He could have saved his family but his shock and cowardliness took over. He lived with that guilt for seven years. He had promised he would never let it happen again and it did. His fire wasn’t the first or the last. Last night, the rebuilt houses of another village of Shema Kingdom was destroyed. He wasn’t just a coward, he was a liar. So many people died, again. The fires over the past couple decades were not accidents, they were someone else’s doings. They would kill hundreds of people just to show power. If a fire struck then the people of Shema would work harder and listen to the higher classes, the ones in control. They were the ones who killed.

This time, Haylen knew who was to blame. He knew whose fault it was, and who caused the misery. It wasn’t the people in control. It wasn’t the Shema king, who ordered a village burnt, the blame still went to someone else. Someone who promised to save the kingdom. Someone who lied. It was him, himself. He could have done something. Even though he knew who set the fire he only had himself to blame.

“Haylen!”

“Hi, Draria.”

She linked her fingers with his. She knew that Haylen didn’t need someone to tell him it wasn’t his fault. What he needed was someone to gaze at the sky and think about their faults.

“Draria,” he turned towards her.

She nodded.

“It is all my fault, I should have done something.”

“Haylen, it isn’t. We know who did this and it wasn’t you.”

“I know, but I should have done something, I should have seen it coming.”

“No one ever knows when they are coming. The Sea is too powerful. They use fire and evil. Their army and their king, they control us and this is how they do it.”

They looked up at the bright sun until the stars popped up, and then rolled over and fell asleep.

~

“Help!” The boy played, “Oh help my desperate soul.”

“How many times have I told you, don’t yell help or else someone will think you are in danger.”

“Leave all your blame here,” Draria said as they walked back into the village.

“Draria, you lost your dad because of me.”

“That was seven years ago and I am done being angry at you for that.”

The wind blew hard. Instantly, rain poured down.

“Uh oh. Let’s get inside.”

In a nice cozy house with a blanket around him, he wrapped his arm around Draria.

“Haylen, you are like a son to me.” Draria’s mother said.

“Thank you.” He said respectfully, “Do want me to get that.”

“Get what?” Draria asked.

“The door.”

“What door?”

Three loud bangs from the door arrived.

“That door.”

“How do you do that?” Draria asked.

Haylen stood up, “I just heard footsteps.”

He opened the door for him.

“Adam,” Draria called. She ran up and kissed him.

“Do you want to go hunting?” He asked.

“Mother?”

“Sure.” Mother said

They walked out the door.

“Be safe,” Haylen called before they left.

“So, how are you doing?” He sat down next to her Mother.

“You beautiful boy, always worrying about everyone else. I know I am not your mother but I hope I can be more than just your friend’s mother.”

“No, you are the next best thing.”

“Well, that is good to know.”

“I need to go,” He kissed her on the cheek.

As he walked past the burnt houses he thought about his parents and his sister. He never was that close to her but he wished he had more time. Tears ran down his face. It was his fault. He may not have been able to prevent last night’s fire or any other fire but he could have saved his family. That is on him.

He stood there thinking about the fire and his family’s death. He was still and his eyes showed guilt but what brought him out of it was a scream. A scream coming from the woods. He shook his head and followed the cry for help. People followed. What happened next is hard to tell. Not just sad, but gored with blood and horror. A Tragedy that not even you would expect. I don’t think I could tell you. Haylen never could forgive himself, not after this. After hearing screaming he ran as fast as he could.

Slashing and screams, everywhere. Draria wasn’t the one to get hurt. Adam was. His death was slow and painful.

“Draria, what happened?”

“I...”

People found Adam as he died slowly.

“What happened, Adam? Was it The Sea?” Haylen asked.

He shook his head, “It was... Draria.”

“What?” Draria stepped back, “no... I would never do that.”

Adam took his last breath before he died in the arms of his fellow brothers and sisters. They covered him with dirt as they thought about what he had said. They buried him right where he died, just like they did to the people who didn’t Turn to ash before they died.

people were arguing about what had happened. Know one understood. Adam had scratch marks and deep wounds. There were no weapons around, how could she have even killed him?

“Draria?” Haylen asked.

“I didn’t do it. I promise.”

“Okay, I believe you,” Haylen said calmly.

A priest approached and place his hand on her.

“I beg of you Lord, show me the truth on what had happened and we promise to do as you command with thy truth.” He mumbled a few things to himself and opened his eyes.

“Nothing, the Lord wishes to keep this from us and we shall respect his decision.”

“But-”

A bright wave passed through them as an imagery appeared.

“It seems the Lord has given us the truth in a vision.” The Priest knelt.

Everyone took his example and looked upon the scene. Their expression changed from Confused to horrified to worried and back to confused.

Draria crouched over Adam as she tore him to pieces. Blood dripping off her hands she cried for help. She was different though, bigger. She was covered in dark fur and she had long sharp teeth.

Draria, The only one standing dropped to her knees as she begged for mercy.

“I didn’t know. I don’t remember that. Lord, I beg for mercy.”

“She doesn’t deserve mercy,” someone called. People started yelling at Draria and yelling at each other. They argued about everything. They blamed her for the fires.

“Hey, the fire was my fault, we all know that. I said I would protect you like my father once did and I didn’t. whether or not she killed Adam she is still human.”

“We saw it. She killed Adam.”

“You saw the way she looked! she was different!” Haylen yelled. Everyone started yelling louder and pointing fingers as Draria cried on the floor.

“I am sorry.”

“Pfft, you are a murderer.” someone yelled.

“She doesn’t deserve mercy.” Someone repeated.

People started repeating that while others said she did. They went back and forth. No mercy! No mercy! Mercy! Mercy! No mercy! Mercy!

“Is this the way we respect thy Lord’s gifts!?” The Priest yelled, “By yelling and fighting over who deserves mercy or not? Because no one here is perfect and no one here deserves mercy and we are not the ones to decide who gets it. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. Whatever thy Lord wishes is what will happen. Give me your word the Lord has spoken to you and we will do as he says.”

“The Lord says to stone demons and we all saw what she did to Adam.” Another girl called.

“It wasn’t her,” Haylen called. Everyone looked his way. “You saw that something came over her. She had claws and long teeth and fur throughout her body.”

“Half-women half-wolf.” The Priest said.

“A demon, stone her.” An older man called.

Every one gasped. “The Lord has spoken.” The Priest called, “He says to release her into the wild and let Him do his doing.”

“You’re going to banish me?” Draria stood up.

“You can’t," Haylen said.

“Young girl,” the Priest held her hands, “We know that you meant no harm but we must obey thy Father’s word. Now go. Run into the woods. Remember listen to what thy Lord wants you to do and you will find your way back to us. I am sure you will. Goodbye, Draria, goodbye.

She ran into the woods as fast as she could and wasn’t seen for three more years.

Three years later she returned. She was different. She was taller and stronger. Her hair was cut and she had scars all over her.

“Haylen,” She ran and hugged him.

“Draria, I haven’t seen you in forever. I searched everywhere for you. Two more fires in another village. It is crazy but now you are back and can help us get justice.”

“No, I can’t stay. I killed Adam and was banned.”

“It’s okay, we will figure out away.”

“It’s okay,” Draria said, “I found a place I could stay. People need my help and I can use my ability for good. I can control it.”

“What, no. You can’t leave. I don’t understand.”

“Come with me,” she grabbed his hands.

“I can’t, I have to stay here and protect the kingdom, and you, have to protect yourself. Go, do what you need to do.”

“Ok, I will. I will come back, I promise.”

“Ok, but just answer one question? Who are these people? Who needs your help?”

She smiled.

“There names?” He nodded

“Touren, Amelia, Luke, and Layla.”

Do you remember that time, when you were six and lost your favorite bear? What about when you told your first lie. No? Do you remember learning how to walk? I do. I remember every moment of your life. I am your memory. That is my name and I love my job. I store your memories. So when something happened and you can’t remember, it isn’t gone, it is with me, Memory. Sometimes I am in the place you can remember or what you like to, ‘on the tip of your tongue,’. I might not always be able to give you all of your memories when you need them but I try my best. If you ever are taking a test I try extra hard but sometimes you get so anxious that I have trouble finding my way. It is like an earthquake. You know, everyone has a Memory. But don’t worry, your memories won’t get mixed up with others because I am your personal Memory. And yes I am talking to you. No not someone who is on another screen, You. YOU! How to know your even reading this is a secret but I mean wouldn’t I know, I am your memory. Memories will never be gone just somewhere safely held.

Fear,

hope,

love,

you chose one,

but be carful,

because they twist your words.

Drowning

Morange is a word like words

like words

Like the words that are spoken from your mouth

The words that pass through your lips and tremble through the air

All words are picked and this word sticks

Morange

Not green or orange

Not lemon or orange

No fruit or color

Morange

Strong Weak

Loud Quiet

Word word

Morange like orange

pronounced long

Meaning not weird

no root

no words

Just Morange

I don’t know. I blabber and blabber, Nothing that I would rather

Morange Verb Noun Adjective

Nothing but a word

Sadness

This took a new route

Never ever do I ever

Nothing is ever about me

I wish I could speak I wish I could sin

Without being stoned

without being wrong

I say how I feel and it gets pointed out

I feel Morange

I feel Morange

I know what she will say

I know what she wants

No matter how I feel

She is angry no matter what

Why, I ask, do I feel this way

No word to describe it

No way to say it a simple way

This is getting rather long

This when I have to be done

I feel Morange

Both sad and unheard

wishing I was gone

wishing people cared

they say I should apologize

for saying how I feel

I am sorry

I feel Morange

An obedient child

You would miss

A strong daughter

The morning to your every day

A good sister

that loves you no matter what

A young women

You wish could stay

A beautiful wife

Waiting to be kissed

A fun aunt

Wishes you luck

A loving grandma

Who speaks wise words when you are stuck

A Righteous person

That never stops being good

But most important is the mother she came to be

Learning from her father,

Her husband who helped make me

Many daughters, sons as well

I have never been happier to tell

She is the mother of me.