RO: Evanescence

I love Evanescence and wish they’d get their arse together and bring out another album, and if they have issues they should get over them and play music If you don’t know who or what Evanescence is/are, where have you been? Seriously, they are a unique blend of pop-rock – alternative – indie pop to form the genre known as gothic rock. Their film clips are always mesmerising or a mysterious fantasy and their lead singer has a voice of a dark angel; melodic, soulful and packs quite a bite.

Dreams Bite Like Gulls

Child of Night

Drifting in a realm of dream;
Caught up in the night.

Busy with thoughts surreal;
Shadow overwhelms my face.

The dark is my enlightenment.
The night my awakening day.

When the sun rises,
I close my eyes;
Shifting into an alternative being.

The Callings: 1

Ron Carter sighed at a grubby report card in her hands and rolled her eyes at the erratic scribble that overwhelmed the boxed letters representing her grades. Her pig-nosed teacher practically threw the card at her with obvious disdain.

“I’m telling your father that you purposely failed every subject. I’m on to you young lass!” Her teacher had yelled at her when she handed out the card, in front of the whole class. It caused a stir of sniggers from her classmates and excuses to call her Loser. Ron lost it. She slammed a punch into the gut of the bully next to her and tackled a gang of others who wanted in for the kill. The teacher had to call in security to pull them apart. Ron was pulled away from the attack and straight into the principals office where she received an earful of how bad she was and how far she was down ‘the road to no hope’. She spent the rest of the day isolated from her peers, and in a class belonging to a grade below hers. Ron didn’t care. She was able to work in relative peace and was glad the school grounds were empty of students when she was finally allowed to go home.

But, home was far from where she wanted to be. Instead, Ron made her way to her favourite rock crop along the furthest cove from the main beach of Cape kidnappers and sat in the middle of a stone ring that hid her from prying eyes. The rustling sea-water and invigorating hit of brine calmed some of her tension so she felt free to process her day so far and prepare herself for what was to come.

“He’s going to cap me for sure,” she said to the report card. “You’re an easy excuse.”

She peered at the scribble and her teachers opinion of her. “Pays little attention,” one part read, “reluctant to participate… unruly student… disrespectful…” the list of her attributes continued on.

She scrunched the card up into a paper ball and stared at the whirling rock pool numbing her bared feet. Ron sighed and bagged the card. There was nothing else for her to do but take it home and get whatever was coming to her dealt with. She shuffled of her makeshift chair and made her way for home.

No one was home when she got there and figured, her brother Tyrone was causing trouble somewhere with his gang, her mum was still working and her dad at the pub with his mates.

Ron seized the opportunity and raided the medicine cabinet for antiseptic, deep-heat, aspirin and other pain-killing drugs she knew she’d need later. She hurried to her room and shoved them in her secret box underneath her bed.

“They should be home soon.” Ron chewed her lip and fisted the corner of her bed sheets. “Soon.” She released her lip, threw off her shoes and climbed into bed where she forced herself to sleep.

Little Star: 6

His mum was the first one on the scene.

“What is that Nick?” She whispered.

Nick wasn’t sure what to say and stared at the baby sleeping in his arms. She approached and stared at the bundle with a horrid expression on her usually placid face. Her crystal eyes went wide.

“Where’d it come from?” She stared at Nick who had diverted his attention to the messy pile of towels near the pram.

“I d-don’t kn-know,” he stuttered. “It was at the back door.”

Heavy footsteps entered the kitchen. “Elaine, did you see my slippers?” His father said as he approached them. “What’s going on here?”

Nick stared at this father’s face and saw the same horrid expression. His expression made Nick cringe.

“Nick what’s this all about,” his father whispered but to Nick it sounded like a shout.

Nick flinched. The baby started crying again.

“I don’t know, it was at the back door, I don’t know,” Nick replied nervously and started rocking the baby but it was doing no good.

His mum searched the pram and came back with a dummy. After a bit of prompting, the baby took it and was placid again.

“Why would it be at our back door?” His father asked with a stern voice. Nick felt a scolding coming on.

He watched his father lean in on the pram and pull out a white envelope. “It has your name on it.” His father showed Nick the envelope’s face and the name scrawled in the centre.

Shit! Nick cursed in his mind. Why didn’t he see it before?