Dear Stranger?

Dear Stranger,
hello, you don't know me, but my name is Shannon
im not sure what your name is either, but i can just tell it would be my favorite name in the world
i bet you still wear superman pajamas to your king sized racing car bed with transformer sheets and you have all 7 Harry Potter books stacked against your bedside table, which has a cup of tea and some reading glasses on it, which is next to your scooby doo night-light, on your wall that is covered with pictures of new york, London and Paris, along with superheros and bands no body has really heard of, the biggest poster of all would be a picture of the guy from Bright Eyes with a quote from my favorite song "Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried you smoke too many cigarettes." You'd invite me over and introduce me to your mum, who has wrinkles from a life of laughing much too hard, she's smile and hug me, not taking a second look at my bright pink hair or face full of piercings. You'll go to your garage for band practice and she'll make me a cup of tea as she shares way to much information about you're baby bath times. You'll come in and smile, flashing you're crooked smile with only 1 dimple, you'll lead me to your room where we'll sit, playing video games until we get bored and you start strumming on your guitar. The sun has long set, and most the world is asleep, but we stay awake, discussing your tattoos, i especially like the one you got 3 years ago, for your childhood dog that passed away, i ask how you got the scar upon your lip, and find out why you hate your dad. We lay awake watching Harry Potter movies on your tv, and you dont laugh as my eyes water when dumbledor dies. Then we fall asleep and you dont make fun of my snoring or random sleep talking.
yes, dear stranger, you my not be perfect, but you sure are perfect for me.

Forever Yours (no matter where you may be)
Rebel.

on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.

it will get easier, yes she's in a better place
all these stupid people lying straight to my face
you wont think about her everyday
but heres some pills just incase

theres no god to give her wings
no angels to hold her tight
its been a year but i still wait
to hear her voice tonight

the stars dont shine quite as bright
and the days go on too long
i start to cry as i remeber
that tonight she's really gone

you left me with nothing but
questions and this broken heart
havnt sleep much since that day
i just sit here and fall apart

swear i love you more.

This is my brother.
He is brave and clever and funny.
He will have none of the problems that i have.
His heart will never be broken.
He will never be humiliated.
Self doubt will not devour his dreams.

Operation: Post-it.

This is the adventure of 2 girls, Elyse and Shannon, who decided to change the world, 1 post-it at a time.













To anyone who saw them posted all over the city, i hope you smiled.

hello, green eyes.

id always known she neded help, but the time she almost bled to death on my bathroom floor, id say that was the low point. Walking in to see my stepmothers freshly re-done white pearl bathroom, stained with her blood made me realise that maybe this was a problem vodka and those pills the Dr made her take couldnt fix. She'd probably stopped taking them again anyway come to think of it, i would of too, they dont help, they make you numb, but when they wear off and you start to feel again, the pains 100x worse, like someones given you a painkiller for a paper cut but when the painkiller wears off your paper cut has suddenly morphed into a gouging sword wound. Fred probably had something to do with this, he usually does, Fred tells her to do alot of things, of corse, she's the only one who can see Fred. According to Dr Know-It-All-Andrews, Fred is not real, i dont know who she is to tell her that. Beng such a dedicated follower of this so called god, you'd think she'd have more compassion for people who put their belief into fictional characters as a blanket of security.


sighing i turned away from the window that i had been staring out of for the last 2 hours. i looked up to see sarah, her eyes glued to the road and her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles had lost all colour. she had been like this the whole drive, only opening her mouth to sing along to the radio. suddenly i saw a smile spread across her face and she took her eyes off the road and looked at me.

"nice of you to join the land of the living sleeping beauty" she said with a sense of laughter in her voice.

"not my fault you bored me into passing out" i replied.

she smiled at me one last time then turned back to face the road, singing along to the radio again. i smiled as i turned back toward the window, i couldnt be sure where we were or where we were going for that matter, but neither of us really cared. all we knew was we had to get out of that town before it killed us. so with a full tank of gas, one stolen credit card and money saved from numerous baby sitting jobs, we were on our way, to anywhere.

this wont hurt a bit.

She sits on the cheap, stained sheets of the old motel room. As tears start rolling she remebers him and the times they had shared. Singing songs only they knew, falling alseep on rooftops and running until they collapsed.

But good things in life cant last forever, late night arguments and drunken regrets left them standing in the rain holding each other for the very last time.

She cant breathe anymore, her face flooded, looking in the mirror she tells herself "baby girl you're such a mess", with running eyeliner and tear stained cheeks.

She takes the gun and places it to her head.

She left this world nothing but a blood splattered note which read "LOVE KILLS"

ill be loves suicide.

i look at you for a second, you're looking down at the 50 story fall below us,
i laugh as i notice your eyes start watering, not from fear, but pure excitement.
a smile spreads across your face as you say "its beautiful enough to break your heart".
i smile because i was finally able to show you something you found beautiful again.
you start to stand, almost slipping, a laugh escapes your lips as you grab my hand.
and as we said our final fuck you to this town, we jumped together, we always told them we'd fly.
how ironic, we showed each other how to live, when we'd already both decided to die.