Internal Agony by Brielle Bitts

The way she slides the blade across her skin

it makes her forget about her day

for she knew it was wrong

but she didn’t know a healthy way


Her anger accumulated

until rage filled her

She bottled up her sadness

until her tears slowly slipped away


She wanted to talk to someone

but nobody was there to listen

She tried to listen to music

but the pain kept coming back; taunting her


She tried various things

but nothing seemed to help

So she picked up the razor

saying the same thing she always does …”This will be my last time…”



There it goes



Dad says “he’s proud”

Off the backboard

it’s in

Off the backboard

I almost missed it

Dad says “that’s fine”

It didn’t even hit the rim

I try again

It went way left

I turn around

Dad went inside

I shoot


“I’m proud” says the net

If I Could Remember

If I could remember the way you smiled.

If I could remember you and mom laughing and carrying on like parents do.

If I could remember how funny everyone tells me you were.

If I could remember how much you loved my mom.

If I could remember you holding me when I was little.

If I could remember how close my family once was.

If I could remember you calling me your little diamond.

If I could just remember how much I was a daddys girl.

If I could just remember my dad.

But I was just too young to remember when you passed away.


I am From the Brick House

I’m from the brick house at the of the street, and the newly built cedar-shingle in Doe Run Hills.

I’m from pork and sauerkraut at Gma’s and vegetable bihon at Gpa’s.

I’m from the beautiful city of Prague, and a small town in Germany.

I’m from winning 1st place at Ganogathon four years in a row.

I’m from the delicious smell of bacon rousing me from sleep.

I’m from yelling the words to every country song on the radio.

I’m from late night adventures with my best friends.

I’m from watching the sun set from a paddle boat for longer than I can remember.

I’m from kayaking for miles and hiking long trails.

I’m from “cheer up there is always a reason to smile.”

Darkness in the Game: Electric Shock – Chapter 13: Starting Over

Derek eyed Brent. Brent eyed Derek. It had felt like forever since they had last seen each other. To Brent this reunion felt like they both were starting over, but to Derek it felt like it was meeting an old friend after they have changed over a number of years. Brent and Derek could do nothing but stand still. Standing still and looking into the other’s eyes.

“Brent?” Derek asked. He looked at Brent as if it wasn’t him. He looked at him like he was a mannequin. Derek thought to himself. “Is this really him? Of course it is! Who else would it be?”

“I haven’t seen you in a little while,” Brent said. He held out his hand. “Nice to see you… again.”

Derek gazed at Brent’s hand as if it were an inappropriate gesture. He eventually held out his hand and shook Brent’s. “You, too.”

Kris interceded into the conversation. “Great, now you two can catch up on what’s been going on. Kind of like… starting over.” Continue reading

Darkness in the Game: Electric Shock – Chapter 12: Reunion

Brent opened his eyes. He was groggy. Brent felt a forced pushing motion against his ribs.

“Brent… Brent… get up! We’re here!” It was Issac. Issac lightly kicked Brent in his ribs again. “Come on, Brent, wake up!”

Brent groaned. “What?”

“I think we’re in your home town,” Issac said.

Brent suddenly was wide awake. “Really?” He jolted up to his feet. They were all in a store. A video game store. “This place… I remember this place. It’s… Just Press Play. I live near here. My house is right across the street.”

“So, do you have any idea where the next shard of the Technology Triforce is?” Xavier said, approaching both Brent and Issac.

Brent dropped his head disappointedly. “No. Not a clue.”

Jason approached Brent. “It wouldn’t hurt to search your house first, would it?”

Brent shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Jason said.

The guys and Penny started to leave the store. Not much has changed since Brent had left. The only difference now was that the sky was now a beautiful shade of blue instead of its old, dark gray. Birds have started to chirp and sing along with one another. Cars had been driving along the roads that have seen better days. The roads were broken. They were covered with potholes, large cracks, and more. It had seemed that no one has either noticed, or even cared about what had happened approximately a week ago. In a weird way, Brent was actually getting used to the dark sky, havoc everywhere world. In retrospect, Brent had forgotten what his hometown felt, sounded, and looked like before this had all started.

Brent was glad to be back home, but he knew he couldn’t rest and feel like he was on vacation… he was in the middle of an important mission. At least it felt like a mission to him.

Brent and the group walked across the street and stood in front of Brent’s front door. Brent knocked on the door and waited. He looked to the right and saw a car. He remembered that it was his parents’ car. They were home. Brent felt happy knowing that at least his parents were home, but what would they say about Brent’s sudden disappearance….

The door opened and his mom opened the door. “Oh, Brent. I just got off the phone with Kris. He said that you’ve left your controller at his house. Go ahead and get it. I’m make dinner for you and your friends once you get back.”

Brent didn’t think that his mom wouldn’t say anything about the rest of the group, yet she didn’t seem suspicious at all about them. “Okay…” Brent said. At least he could pay a visit to Kris, but one question stayed in Brent’s mind. Why did his mom say that he left a controller at Kris’ house? He was obviously in a different town, but he didn’t want his mom knowing about that. Was Kris covering for him while he was gone? Either way, Brent was happy to see him. It has felt like forever since Brent had seen any of his hometown friends.

“Well, I guess we’re going to my friend’s house,” Brent said. He walked down the sidewalk as the rest of the group followed.

Issac spoke up, “So… how long have you known Kris?”

Brent raised an eyebrow. “Nine years. Why?”

Issac responded. “Breaking the silence. That’s all.”

Brent nodded as if he understood, but he didn’t quite understand it entirely. “Alright, then,” Brent said. They continued to walk to Kris’ house. Brent could see Kris’ house hiding behind a few pine trees. The wind slowly blew sending a breeze through the air. They finally approached Kris’ front door. Brent knocked on it and waited.

The door creaked open. “Hello?” a voice spoke.

Brent tilted his head. “Kris?”

The door opened the rest of the way. “Brent, you’re back!” Kris said. He hugged Brent for a second and asked him what he’s been through since he was gone. Brent explained everything that had happened. The Shocking Snake, the Raydien, and the eagle….

Kris looked jealous, and terrified at the same time. “Wow, that seems… odd,” Kris said. “I’ve got to tell the others that you’re back.”

Brent interrupted Kris. “I can’t stay long.”

“What?” Kris asked.

“I’m helping these guys. Issac’s PlayStation came to life,” Brent answered.

“Oh, well, I can help. I’ll call the others and have them help, too,” Kris said.

“Great, we can use all the help we can get,” Xavier said. Kris looked at him oddly. “Oh, I’m Xavier.”

Kris nodded. “So, who are they?”

“I’m Jason and this is Penny,” Jason said.

Kris nodded. “Alright. I’ll come the others and we’ll meet them at Just Press Play.”

“Wow, we were going to look there first, but there was nothing around so we decided to look around Brent’s house,” Issac said.

“Look for what?” Kris asked.

Brent explained. “There are three pieces of this object called the Technology Triforce. There is the Graphics Shard, the Game Shard, and the Generation Shard. We found the Graphics Shard already. The Game Shard is around here somewhere.”

Kris nodded. “Okay then, let’s go.” He opened his cell phone and texted the others to meet him at Just Press Play. They returned to the store and stood in front of it. The sign was now on the ground. The inside was still dark and the walls around it were electrified. “I wonder why it still looks like this,” Kris said aloud.

“Maybe it’ll remain like this until we defeat the PlayStation,” Brent said.

Kris nodded. “That’s possible.”

They walked inside the store and sat on the floor. With nothing else to do Brent, Kris, and the others waited for Brent’s other friend’s to arrive. They waited… and waited… and waited.

They heard a motor roar down the road and squeal as it stopped outside of the store. The group heard the doors slam shut and the bell of the door ring as it opened. “Is that them?” Penny asked.

Kris turned around. Their friends were standing in front of the door. “Yeah, that’s them.”

“Who are they?” Brooke asked.

“Guys, this is Issac, Xavier, Jason, and Penny. Guys… this is Brooke and…”

Brent turned around. The name of his friend that had continued to evade him now was set in stone in his mind. “Derek.”

Lonely Creator

“Why am I so horrible at faces…” a young man trailed off as he scrapped the edge of a small curved blade against a chunk of clay.

He stood upon a small step stool, a curved scalpel in hand, before what was to be a life sized clay statue of a medieval style knight. His bare hands were stained a tan brown from the mound of clay. Just below his short cropped chestnut hair, a streak of the same brown trailed from one brow to the other.

His comfortable black dress pants had splotches of the earth across the knees and ankles, his thighs strangely clear. Tucked underneath his tight belt was a soft, royal blue dress shirt. It’s beautiful color was stained with brown. He wore no shoes, his curved toenails evenly cut.

With a soft sigh, he let his hand drop to his side; away from the disfigured face of the statue he was creating. Continue reading

The Sun

You look at the sun

Going down the side of the world

Wondering what its going to see

The sun goes from the U.S. to Japan

It sees you doing your daily trials

You look at its beauty

While it’s going down and coming up

The sun may brighten your day

Or it may bring you down

Whatever it does it comes everyday

“Sometime I Wake Up at Night…”

Sometimes I wake up at night, whether it would be the cat, or a nightmare, either way I get some time to think and drink. I’ve never had a taste for alcohol so I usually just split a bottle of milk with the cat. With time to quell in the darkness I hesitate, maybe I head for the roof-top garden of my private apartment. I stare at the shadows and lights of the city. My building is the only one that is dark completely. I think about my life or the past or even the coming future.

Did you ever think of life as a story but you weren’t the main character? I feel that thought painfully and thoroughly as it courses through my head every one of those nights. I’ve felt that my story is not one to tell, a reader wouldn’t want to read past the first chapter, it’d be too sad.

They say memories are nice but that’s all they are, but I say memories are burdens that weigh down life. My memories, I won’t talk about here, not now and hopefully never again. Maybe someday I’ll have some change in my life, and maybe the nightmares will stop too. I wonder…



There it goes



Dad says “he’s proud”

Off the backboard

it’s in

Off the backboard

I almost missed it

Dad says “that’s fine”

It didn’t even hit the rim

I try again

It went way left

I turn around

Dad went inside

I shoot


“I’m proud” says the net

My Lovely Mind


His smile, his eyes, he means the world to me. He’s the love of my life. I hope he never leaves. He’s the light in my eyes, my strength through it all. He’s my baby, my sweetheart, my handsome prince. He loves me for me like no one else has. He wants me to be happy, not just himself. But he takes me for granted and I don’t know what to do. He loves me for me? Is that really true? Am I going to get hurt? I can’t go through that again. He means the world to me, I hope it never ends. But the show is almost over, the thoughts are closing in. The demons are getting to me, pulling me in. The shouts are getting louder, the lights are getting dim, the pretty crimson painting is starting to begin. Will it ever stop, or will it all end now? Can I cut and cut and cut? How much more can I take? Will they even care if now’s my time to go? Why the hell does this happen to me, I didn’t do anything wrong. All I did was try and be happy, and now the real Jessica is gone.


Pet Peeves

Perky people in the morning

Eyebrows that are rainbow shaped


People who talk loud to get attention

Eyeliner that is smudged or uneven

Earrings that don’t match your outfit

Visors without mirrors

Egotistic people




The crisp and cold air

I lay on the ground waiting

The gun’s sitting by my side

I am a hunter

I blow into my calls and wait

I hear them coming

I click off my safety and get ready

I am a hunter

The birds are flying over

I am ready to shoot

They were coming in to land

I am a hunter

The bead is on the birds

I squeezed my the trigger with my finger

The gun was fired

I am a hunter

My Favorite Crossover Fanfiction Story (I don’t own the story or its source materials.)

Crossover fanfiction stories,commonly referred to as crossovers, are fanfiction stories that combines aspects of two or more well known works of fiction. They usually involve characters from one going into the world of the other. One of my personal favorite crossovers is “The Best Seven Years”, a Calvin and Hobbes crossover with Harry Potter. I have a few reasons it’s my personal favorite.

One of my reasons is that the author did a good job of explaining how Calvin sees Hobbes, his tiger, as a living tiger with human abilities, but those around him see Hobbes as a stuffed animal. His explanation is that Hobbes is a special type of animal that, like witches and wizards, can be born from normal animals, but have unnatural abilities. These abilities always include speaking in perfect english, and sometimes include standing on their hind legs, and having opposable thumbs. The more interesting fact about them is only beings with magic can see them in their live animal form. Anybody else either can’t see them or sees an inanimate version of them. Continue reading

Speaking of Music…

Music tells a story about weather and its seasons

A list of stupid guys and some religions to believe in

The color of our skin and the shoes on our feet

  The slow songs, the low songs, the ones with no beat

 So why do we judge, why do we care

Music is a friend, music’s always there

No one’s version is the wrong one or the one to dis

    Watch who you mock cause the good songs you’ll  miss

        Music is for good times, music is for bad

       Sometimes music leads us to what we never had

      We listen to the singers, we listen to the bands

     Let the music notes start gliding from the palms of your hands

     From the car rides and long walks and days all alone,

   To the eventful situations and the dancing in our bones  

Who knows how it started or when it will stop, because music is part of life whether you believe it or not.

—Jessie Woodworth


Introduction: An Unexpected Independence-

With a powerful gust the smell of the gunpowder and salt watered air struck up my nose. A pool of blood on my boots from the corpse of the Spanish privateer was being washed from the heavy maelstrom bombarding us from each side of the deck. A Man-of-War or not, our ship wasn’t an invincible beauty, but a coercive glory and beaut of a warship she was. Though as the blood poured, the bullets and cannonballs flew, and the colors above tore in defiance of the wind, the men feared our home and glory, The Yellow Bow we called her, would not make port in Kingston this coming Wednesday as expected. Her ivory white sails, once clean and bold in their stainless gloss. Now torn from stray bullets and the sword strokes of the Spanish men who’d climbed the mast and slashed at the mainsails with their cutlasses and bayonets. Slippery bastards got us good. Never saw that galleon of theirs on the horizon. The storm drew the waves high and our eyes were averted. Continue reading