I currently go by Mariah

My current life goal; To be in two places at once.

My current song obsession; Whispers in the dark : Skillet

I am currently reading; The Sword in the Stone by T.H. White.

My addiction?; World of Warcraft

My confession?; I'm scared of putting myself into the world to get hurt.

My favorite fact; Homosexuality is found in over 450 species. Homophobia is found in only one. Which one seems unnatural now?

my novel im writeing the first paragraph

Caprice Taylor
A Novel By; me

Prologue

Dear Diary –Why do they even try? : As I sit here in your stupid leather chair and you talk- actually thinking I am listening to you. You say things like “I don’t see how I can help you if you won’t listen to me” The thing is, I don’t want your help. I don’t want to be here. I don’t care if you have anything to say to me. I’m just a broken mirror that the builders forgot to tape together. You’ll never find all my missing pieces. I stand up, and I walk over to the door “Caprice!” you yell at me. “Sit down, we are not done here” I open the door, and I leave a dumbfounded therapist behind me. The social workers try and try, but I am too far gone out of my sanity, my life doesn’t even matter to me. Why do I have to participate in their stupid games? No one even cares. My own mother didn’t care about me.

[My demon slayer self]

It's been fifteen days now, since I had set upon my leave of that god forsaken place they called, a home. I have been walking nonstop and I have been waiting to find that one place I don't have to fight. Every day I have to grab my sword and battle the demons of the path of people's arrogant and selfish souls. It is as hard to deal with killing souls like them. It is almost tragic, but it has to be done. Whatever it takes to survive, I will take that risk and put whatever I have left of my life on the line. After all, I died fifteen days ago. Now it's my job to save the world from being pulled into the darkest depths of hell. Now I am on my way to saving my own soul, for it is on the verge of being pulled into becoming like the souls I battle every day, but I guess that is what I get for being the one who was chosen. Chosen for what you may ask, chosen to decide whether I want to destroy everything in my path or save it from sheer demolish.
I slowly walk down the darkened silent path. I slowly come cross a large shadow. I look up to see a large pair of glowing red eyes full of sorrow and pain. I gently extend arm and place on the beasts snout." Lost spirit of a child." I smile a sympathetic smile glad to know the beast was walking away from the dark and into the forgiving.

[My pirate self]

"The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die."

This is a song my mother would sing to me when I was younger, before the hanging. I was 10 at the time had no clue why they hung her she had always done good. But now that I am older I know why. Pirates that is why she was in love with a pirate, my father I had never met him but when they came to get Mother she had told me to hide and not to come out until she had left. Before she had left me she game me a coin and never again had i seen her. Now i am alone in this almost abandon place alone in this rotting house about to take my leave onto the high seas to follow in they footsteps of Mother on my way to find, lost treasure of Calypso. Now I am 27 and I must set out and find a crew to help me find they way there and to find my Father along the way.The first night of travaling and I make my leave into down to go to the pub. I am dressed as a man because they rairly ever let women become part of the crew. I walk into the bar, It reaked of Rum and old men. She tried not to gag and I walked over to a large group of men and looked at them. "So I hear Yee looking for a crew?" I spoke in a strong well handled tone. And they looked me up and down it took a while but they had finally allowed me to be appart of their crew. I was sailing upon the Maria's Revange. It felt great to sail the seas my hand were cut up and dry from all of the rope tieing and srubbing the deck but it was worth it. As the days passed me by and people started to notice I was a girl they didnt realkly care all they knew was I was the best Gorsh Dangworker on that ship and they were gunna keep me."The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die." I started to sing quietly to myself thinking of my mother. Its sad really if you understood what all she had been through. I loved her but she was gone and itr was time to find my father. As the ship sailed we started to get lost and she knew that it was bad. She held onto the hip not knowing of what was going to happen. "Turner." Was the last thingf she had said before she was knocked out by something large behind her.