I wanted to punch people in the face today

or stab them with a biro 

So I was arguing with my friend on the train today

I was saying water is good to drink when you travel instead of fizzy drinks

and he replied water is the boring uncle and that iron bru is the cool older cousin

yeah, enjoy that 2 minute buzz while I sip my water

ha!

an idea

The girl stumbled around the room in a drunken state. To her, she was having the time of her life but to everyone else, she was just embarrassing. When she left her house, she was dressed in a skimpy dress that did not flatter her figure and slutty tights. In her mind, she thought she looked 50 bucks. Everyone else thought, cheap whore. She had a cocktail of stains on her dress ranging from beer to spirits. A plastic wine glass was in her hand nevertheless, as she stumbled, the drink broke free from the glass and stained her dress.

The friends who came were too embarrassed to look after her and were sick of her shit.The room was vibrating with the sound of house music being blared from the speakers, there were too many bodies packed on the dance floor that the atmosphere was hot and sweaty. Strobe lighting bounced against the moving bodies as they moved. Couples danced too close and boys were being told where to go by annoyed girls.

You could point out the under-age girls. They were the ones dressed in their sisters' clothes

And make up. They had elaborate hairstyles, which made them look older... They thought.

Creepy older people were making sure their hands always had a drink in them. It was like watching

The discovery channel. The courtship of mating.

Guys were seeing who could pull in the shortest amount of time and how drunk they could get. They wanted everyone in the club to know who was in charge. They were the alpha males and they had the pick of the females. It got to the point where one guy's prey was talking to another but just like in the wild, the boys challenged each other to see who could get her.

 It was pathetic.

Beginning of a story idea

David didn't realise how close they were.

He continued running until he came to the opening of the forest. He didn't realise what was happening until a branch latched onto his foot. The branch tore away his balance and dragged him deep into the forest. Screaming helplessly, he clawed at the soil and decaying leaves. He reached and grabbed a root and the screaming stopped. 

The branch wasn't going to let go. David was it's prey and it wasn't going to give in. The branch gave a violent tug and a snapping sound echoed. 

David underestimated the branch's strength and realised the battle was over. Pain overwhelmed him and his hand released the root. 

A deep fire ran through his body as he realised something was wrong with his foot. He turned his head to see the branch still creeping up his leg. His foot was wrapped tightly in branch, Bone and blood glinted through the dirt. 

His foot was crushed, he was in pain and his fight was over. 

Like a limp doll, the branch twisted and dragged him through the forest, a tear ran through his dirt covered face, making a clear path down his cheek.

He had lost the battle but the war had only begun. 

Poem

Posession

You are winter

I am summer

You chill me

You are water

I am fire

You drown me

You are hate

I am love

You destroy me

You are everything

I am nothing

You have trapped me 

Short story

It was the last day of term; Excitement was so thick, you could cut it. It was almost contagious. Students sat at their desks and waited. One student was so excited a bead of sweat ran down his forehead to the corner of his mouth. Licking his lip excitedly, tasting the happiness of the sweat, his lips cracked and nibbled from the waiting spots of blood drying into a scab on the surface of his bottom lip.

The clock on the wall seemed to be enjoying the student's suffering. The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes like hours. This term had been the worst, Tormented with exams, assignments and tedious revision.

Any minute now the bell would chime and all hell would break loose. The gates of hell would open and the demons would be unleashed into the summer haze.

The teachers even began to picture the warm sun, not having to get up at dawn, not having to see another teenager in a ridiculous uniform and having to yell at some idiot for not having any homework to give in.

Then it happened.

The school bell screamed for the end of school. A cheer roared in the classroom and in a matter of minutes, a stampede had broken out into the hallway, a nervous year seven going the opposite way looked at the oncoming traffic and gasped. 

Before he could turn, he was sucked into a whirlpool of hyped up teenagers. 

Poem

I was in a bad place

However, you helped me

You have made me feel a part of the human race

You made my life bearable

In 30 years, we will be parents, married, and divorced

Being hypocrites and being wise

In the end, I want you to know I did not want it to be forced

I am glad you came into my life

These moments will turn into stories

Those stories will turn into old photographs

We will be reminiscing old movies

Telling kids how easy they have it now

As I write this, I want you to remember 

That year when we went for a drive

Do you remember? The cold December?

I told you, you were infinite