Quotes added on Thursday, February 4 2016


"Oh honey we are so proud of you! promise to call me every day, We're going to miss you so much!" my mom sad with tears rolling down her face.
 My dad hugged me tight and said his last godbyes after they helped me unpack into my dorm room.
They gave me one last hug before leaving. I sat on my bed looking around my new room for the next 9 almost 10 months for school. I got into Phillips academy in New Hampshire! I still can't believe it and i'm actually here! I'm a dancer, i do ballet and modern dance, i got a full scholarship to join the dance team. I decided to go take a look around so i quicky Straightened my brunette hair that falls mid back, and applied some nuetral eyeshadow and eyeliner to my brown eyes, I threw on some leggings with a semi see though sriped black and white shirt with a long sleeve button up jean shirt folded to the elbows, i threw on my black boots that fell just below my knees and grabbed my walled and key to my room. I headed out the door as a tall dark haired boy with circles under his eyes with football gear and a nike bag stormed passed me without a glance to the last door just passed mine. Somebody's having a bad day i thought to myself. I wondered what the people were like here. I made my way down to the cafateria and seen a coffe stand. I made my way over and got in line. 
"Next!" The very tall handsome dirty blonde haired boy exlaimed snappig me away from my phone.
"Hi, Can i have a large french vanilla with extra creem and sugar" i ordered with a smile. I'm suprised there's so many people around sinice i got an early admission to stat dance early, all athetes that attend this school cut their summer short for practice. I waited patiently for my coffee as the gil behind me sparked up a conversation.
"Hi, I'm Jessica, what's your name?" She said with a bright genuine smile on her face. 
"Anastasia, But you can call me Ana" i said geeting her.
I grabbed my coffee as we walked to an empty table.
"So what do you play? i'm only asking because you're here so ealry!" 
"Oh i dance, what about you?"
"softball, back in Maine they called me "one hit winder" because i never struck out" she said laughing. 
"You're from Maine? My grandarents live on Old Ochard Beach!" 
"Yeah, where are you from?" 
"Poughkeepsie, New York. Hey i should go finish unpacking do you have a number?" i asked hoping i made my first friend.
We exchanged numbers and i headed back up to my room, which was actually trick beacuse there were so many hallways and dfferent floors and bildings! I made my way up the stairs and through the double doors when i seen the same man from earlier walking passed and out of know whee i got this confidence and spoke to him!
"Hi! I'm Anastasia!" i said holding my hand out for him to shake. He looked annoyed.
He just barely turned for me to see his face and shuck my hand.
And with that he just walked off like nothing. I felt my cheeks burn red of emberassment and mentally kicked myself. so stupid, i though. 

Hey guys! so i havent been on witty in forever and i really want to share my story with you all! I'm not really sure if anybody posts/reads stories on here anymore but i hope so!! If you're reading this i rewrote the first chapter to b more interesting plase let me know if i should continue on?! thanks so much! <3

Some people live such boring lives; it’s Black & White, so dead! I choose to color my life with Fun, some Blue, some Green, some Red. -RVM  


Chapter 1

I went to meet my new dance instructor, Coach Geridina at the dance studio. I had on my tights and leotarnd underneath my addidas joggers and Sweatshirt, nike sneakers and my hai braided. I walked into a bid dance studio with mirrors on all four walls. I stared around in awe, The sance studio back in new york was nothing compared to this!
"Anastasia Wright?! Hi I'm Gina Geridina, you're coach. I'm so pleased to have you!" 
"Thankyou so much I'm so pleased to be here! Where's the other dancers?" 
"Theyre coming in about 15 minutes, i just wanted the two of us to get to know eachother first and let you know our standards and rules in this studio! First, it's all positivity, no negative vibes or this team will not work. We always support one another no matter the situation. School, and grades always come first, when you are here, your mind is only here, understoon?"
"Yes! got it, you can count on me!"
I met all the other girls, there was 5 of them and i made number 6. I got a few of their numbers and we started to make a routine to the music the coach made for the opening show in a two weeks when the rest of the students were here and settled in. I made my way back to my room to shower and figure out what i was going to do for the day.Zach came out of his door and gave me a half smile walking passed but stopped. 
"Sorry about yesterday, you cought me at a bad time" why was he apolagzing? 
"It's fine, already forgotten" and with that he walked off. There was something mysterious about him. I walked into my room and got my shower stuff with a pair of american eagle shorts and a beige shirt with lace going down the mid back. I went to the showers down the hall and took a shower. I got ready in my room, curled my hair and added a little bit of ligh make up. I put my convese on and grabbed my bag texting Mackayla the girl i met in the cafe yesterday to see if she wanted to meet up for lunch or something. 
"Hey, yeah i'm iin the cafeteria right now with a few people come down."
I made my way down to the cafeteria and saw her Blonde hair right away, I seen her sitting with a gil and 3 boys. As i got closer i noticed Zach was one of the guys sitting at the table. I sat down next to Mackayla as she gave me a hug. 
"guys this is Ana, That's sarah, Mike, Lucas and zach." she said pointing to them one by one. Zach smiled. Why was this guy everywhere?

Hey guys!! so I decided to keep posting chapters until i get readers and you're forced to read my story! thankyou if you are!<3 



It was the night things changed. 
Can you see it now?
These walls that they put up to holds us back,
----------------fell down!----------------

...Genius lasts longer than Beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. The thoroughly well-informed man--that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.
( Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray )


Amenah's format


Because to influence a person is to give  him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him."

 Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray 


Are gods really gods if no one believes in them anymore?
Zeus takes walks in the rain and tries to talk up joggers in central park. When they bolt, or only return his advances with polite smiles that look like fence posts too high for even him to jump, he sighs. He tells them he is a god, and his words echo back to him, accompanied by laughter. No one believes him He picks up his wife, who might be his sister in this time, in a beat up car with a beautiful flame job, Hera is a marriage counselor with peacock feather bags under her eyes, her advice falls on her own deaf ears as her jealous eyes roam over every girl they pass, and she is right to. She knows this. She has always known.
Poseidon’s hands are rough and calloused, he raises cargo too heavy for a man his age, the young ones say. He laughs his fisherman’s laugh, all depths and riptide, because no one should be his age. He reminds himself he is one of the lucky ones, he gets to be around what he loves. He may not have his dominion any more, but salt water and sun still weather his face.
Hades stalks the streets at night, women cross the street to avoid him, and he smiles with his needle-teeth, they are right to. This winter he is without a bride, and he still wants to usher souls into the afterlife, the pistol hangs heavy in his pocket, his tongue glints gold, the coin to pay his Charon, his most loyal employee. He brings knives to gunfights and guns to fistfights, he stands with his arms out like their new God, these fickle humans, he welcomes the bullets. He dares them to kill him. They try.
Ares and Athena spit curses laced with whiskey from across dive bar floors, they are moving human pawns across a chessboard. They were strategists before they were gangsters, but it doesn’t matter now.
Apollo sings in a nightclub, his crooning voice from a forgotten time. He has his sister’s blood under his fingernails, from stitching up wound after wound, Artemis forgets she is not invincible anymore. He sings about the moon and wonders where she is, picking a fight with some would-be rapist, maybe it’s Zeus. It’s probably Zeus. Again.
Dionysus drinks away their shared pain, dealing LSD in dark alleyways, he whispers sweet promises and his followers believe him, he was human once and he can be again, like wine, he knew nothing so sweet could have lasted forever. Icarus sidles up to his side, asking if he’s got anything that can make you feel like you can fly. In this life, he is a junkie, and Daedalus watches with ancient, sad eyes. Icarus is melting and Dionysus is letting him.
Hestia sits by the hearth and waits for her family to come home. And she listens while they all curse their immortality. She shakes her head slow and clicks her tongue, I know, my darlings, I know.
Are gods really gods if no one believes in them anymore? Does it matter? 

"Are the gods really gods?"
Marissa dakin, 2015

Thanks for everything witty! ;D Goodbye.
Hey guys, So i started my story on here yesterday!
Overall i love what i've come up with i got to chapter 15 and i would love for you guys to read it!!
Please, it would mean so much to me I havent been here on witty in years!
So there's a prologue, and 2 chapters
If you do read, I hope you enjoy!
I would love feedback! The title is below! 
xoxo <3 

I just want the pain to go away..
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