Helium

I draw the people I hate at school. I hear the gossip, I hear the lies but I draw what my own eyes see. And I see the embarrassing, devastating, beautiful secrets my peers all try to hide. I have quite the collection of their paradoxes; a sketchbook full of costumes and lies... Until the most popular boy, and my most hated, happens upon my misplaced book of secrets.*****Alys is a wallflower. She is faceless, voiceless... and she is free. Being nothing more than an ever-shifting shadow is an art she mastered long ago. It's one that allows her to sketch the oblivious people around; drawing their true lives without ever being seen. The art within her pages is extraordinary; Alys' hands having the ability to create perfect renditions of the world around. HER version of the world. Yet her fingers tighten upon each pencil; the dark remnants of her past still haunting her. So, she hides her true ability behind a quiet wallflower's eyes. No one must see, no one must know.For her past is all SHE knows. Within her school there is another student she despises the most; a wolf hidden amongst a flock of sheep. Hayden; the boy loved and adored by those around him. Hayden; the monster who secretly hated them all.She never wanted to meet him. She never wanted to have to interact with ANY of them, but that all changed when her friend is accused of a crime she did not commit in a flurry of senior pranks gone wrong.In the chaos Alys faces afterwards, she accidentally leaves her condemning book behind. Who else would find it but Mr. Popular; the devil who fakes it all? Hayden has found the most interesting obstacle, a girl who can see anyone for what they truly are- even him. And with art so beautiful, so breathtaking... so dangerous, he entices Alys with a proposition she can't refuse. She would be his puppet, to do as he bid, and he would help her get her revenge... his revenge. And in what better form than a mural at graduation? One that might not be as it seemed.…

Helium

Emelia is going to end her life. In an outlandish hotel room in Las Vegas, she keys in her question to the internet search screen; HOW TO COMMIT A CLEAN SUICIDE. The wedding was too much; watching the man she had loved, the man who cheated on her, say those words... to her sister... does it in for Emelia. She's just done. Unbeknownst to Emmy; DefCon, the largest Hacking Convention in world, is in the same hotel for its annual games with the FEDs and top Security Corporations. A frenzy of dangerous minds and digital morals charge the outlets and wires all around. And amongst them all; a deadly Black Hat legend. A hacker capable of destroying anything he gets his hands on. A hacker who ruthlessly cracks them all:[ATRA]Drunk, broken and tormented, Emelia finally finds the cleanest way to end her life. She releases the mouse-wheel, staring pointedly at the screen; staring at the only thing that would bring her solace.It was time. She rose to leave.But not before sudden words dashed across her screen. "PLEASE DON'T."---A story of love, anger, and betrayal. A mysterious hacker saves Emmy from herself. Somehow he manages to root himself in her life, and as angry as she is at that- every wrong turn she makes; he's there, somehow saving her. But what happens when Emmy finds out his real Handle Name? What happens when Emmy discovers he's not as innocent and caring as she once thought he was? What happens when he disappears back into the untouchable, dangerous world of codes and encryptions?She dives into the cyber world after him. Two years of endless studying; long nights and cruel hours learning a new language of programming. Emmy takes her first steps as a cracker. And under a cloak of anonymity, armed with an IP address only she knows, and prepared for the damage she was no doubt about to take, who else does she try to find and crack?The deadly legend and untouchable Black Hat. [ATRA]...(A/N:Story has adult themes; language, depression, sex)…

Helium

I lie to you. I smile to you every day. My eyes beg you to not believe it. ... Please, somebody don't believe it. But yet, they... you... always do.…

Helium

A short darker poem about climbing an old childhood tree.…