CremeOfRolo

Home By Sophie Scott Crystal sky waters sway at my feet, Retreating and returning to an un-heard beat. Warm rays of gold caress un-touched locks, Such a sweet feeling of freedom could turn back clocks. Sweet breezes dance with the gentle clouds, An ocean like restless, flapping shrouds. The sun flying vibrantly, like a kite above, Such a fresh sense, pure as a white dove. Pools of white and teal crash around me, Swirling into a baby's rock, singing with glee. Such warm sand in the holes in my toes, I ask where it all came from, but no one really knows. Laying down gently avoiding tickles, Make a blanket for myself, my han

The  Deceleration By Sophie Joi One day, I will not be afraid. One day, I will be who I am. One day, I will be able to smile. That smile will be real. One day, I will be strong. One day, I will not be controlled. One day, I will not care what they say. If they say I am weird. I am born to lead a revolution. Society does not control me. I will not fall victim to it's chains. Society can not dictate what I wear. Society can not dictate what I like. Society can not dictate what I believe. Society can not dictate what I act like. Society can not dictate who my friends are. Society can not dictate who I am. Because I am m

Act Three  "The librarian" "Can I help you, sir?" Salda whipped around at the voice, eyes attentive and searching for the voice's owner. He looked around, yet didn't see an owner to the sweet feminine voice. "Sir?" It came again. This time he followed it, looking down a few inches. There before him stood a small girl, obviously too short to be seen by him the first time. She was about the age of 17, maybe going on 18.  Rust colored locks curled around her face framing it. The long collection of hair trailed down her shoulders and onto her back in many ringlets and flips. Her eyes were a gentle crisp Amber that looked up at him, bright,

 Act Two "Step One " Salda Scrambled out of bed, his bare feet hitting the floor with a hard thud. He stretched with a lazy yawn, new found strength coursed through this body. He would change the tide in this battle. This would be the final time he would have to fight for his love. The final time Tura would escape from him. If he had to, he would leave Russia, taking Tura with him. He would have Tura all to himself, forever. No one would find them, no one would ever separate them again. Although obstacles stood in the way still. There was Romania, who could kill Salda just by willing it. He was the king over Salda, Tura, and surely over

One Day, Seven Weeks. By Sophia Jane S. Contents Act One "Prologue"....................................................................... Page 2 Act Two "Step One"...................................................................Page 4 Act Three "Love Lust".......................................................................Page   Act Four "Cold Blood"...............................................................Page Act Five "The Final Breath".........................................................Page Act Six "Ending Note"................................................................Page Act One "Prologue" The spring

 "Brain rape." Sophia huffed, curled up on her bright pink bed, lap top in front of her. Only one other person was in her room with her. His head lifted at her unusual and somewhat profound words. He fixed his glasses and stared in confusion. "What?" he asked her, almost regretting he did so. He was taller then she, had short brown hair, one sticking up in the air near his bangs, glasses covered his calm violet eyes. He sat in a chair off to the side of the room. "That's what this is. Brain rape. The worst kind." She repeated and pointed to her computer screen. The man gave her a rather lost look, then peered back down at the book he had