Eleanestelle

Time is an odd concept. One second you're doing something and then you blink and you did it two months ago. The older you get, the faster time flies. Your time becomes so occupied by life that it moves at an astonishing pace. I'm one of those people who wants time to move quickly almost all of the time. It never works that way though. When I want it to move quickly it drags, and when I want it to drag it flies by. It's one of those little mysteries in life that can't ever be solved. Probably psychological. Everything is these days. You just can't win, can you? I NEED time to move quickly for me now. It has to, otherwise I think I'll go insa

I'm so sick of being alone. I'm surrounded by hundreds of people every day, and yet I'm still alone. I want someone to pull me close, kiss my forehead and tell me that everyone will be all right in the end. I want someone who loves me, someone who loves me for who I am. I want to be loved regardless of my flaws, and let me tell you there are many. At the same time though, I'm scared of having someone fall in love with me. I'm scared that I won't be good enough for them. I'm not good enough for anyone. Not pretty enough. Not thin enough. Not smart enough. Not reckless enough. I don't get it. There are six billion people on this earth and not o

I loved you once. With every inch of my soul I loved you. You were my entire world; I saw nothing but you. When I looked at you, everything fell into place and I felt like I belonged somewhere.I'd spent all my life not fitting in, and it made me happy to know that my hand fitted perfectly into yours. We belonged together. When people spoke of us, they spoke of one entity. We were one, you and I. That was then and this is now. Oh, God how I loved you! At least I thought I did. Every time you broke my heart I deluded myself into thinking I could forgive you because I loved you enough to save us. I was young, but I won't say I was naive. Every

I feel so unstable. Constantly. Everything around me is changing, moving in every direction and leaving me stranded at its centre. I'm nothing. I'm just an insignificant little speck on an ever-expanding map. Everything is developing, changing, advancing and here I am, left behind and waiting for salvation I feel will never come. I'm caged when I should be free, free to make my own choices and find my own bliss, my own salvation. But what will my salvation be? It will be stability. My whole life is teetering on the edge of a cliff. I need something or someone to pull me back, to guide me to safer ground where fear and panic will not cloud my

That night, as the men below her slept under Leon's careful watch, Fayne sat in her tree, letting her legs dangle into the air and thought the day's events over. It had been bad enough stumbling upon Vine and his cronies again; she tried to avoid them at all costs. But then to meet her brother after four years was completely surreal. Percival, one of the King's Knights! He wasn't of noble birth, so how on earth did he become a Knight? He'd changed as well. The way he stared at her unnerved her, like he was seeing her for the first time. He wasn't the carefree Percival she had grown up with, the boy who used to play hilarious tricks on her. No

King Arthur and his Knights rode through the woods together in the dappled evening sunlight, laughing as they went. It was a beautiful summer's day, the kind that made Arthur's manservant Merlin smile to himself. 'What are you grinning about, Merlin?' the King asked him, frowning. 'Oh, nothing,' Merlin's smile widened. 'Just the weather. It's so nice to see the sun for once!' Arthur laughed. 'You truly are strange,' he sighed. 'But, yes, the weather's great. In fact, I think we'll stop for a rest. It's getting hot.' Percival, Leon, Gwaine and Elyan agreed wholeheartedly and reined their horses in before dismounting. The six young men set

It is said that life depends on the choices that we make. Taking this into consideration, I have a number of questions to be asked. If my father had chosen to stay with my mother and I, regardless of who and what he was, would I be the person I am today? Would I have had to endure the years of pain and torment at the hands of my peers? Would I have trained in many fighting techniques, and excelled in them? Would I have become a ruthless killer, a soldier, fighting for my own life and the for the lives of people I loved yet did not understand? Would I have lost my mother so soon? Would I have become the most powerful being in all of creation?