Another Hideous Day REMIX 1

For my first remix assignment, I clicked on writing prompts. In the original assignment, you are supposed to go outside and let yourself be inspired by nature and write about the beautiful world around you. I got the perfect remix to that. Make it emo. I wanted to write about an emo in summer though so this is just my imagination. (This is meant to sound overly edgy I promise I am ok at writing)


I’ve never wanted to be outside less in my life. I only like winter because the sky is usually gray and I’m allowed to wear as many layers as I want. People don’t tell me to put my hood down when it’s cold. So as I sit out here in the blazing heat, I think about winter. I imagine the itchy grass as white snow, cold to the touch like my soul. I brush my box-dyed black hair out of my eyes and pull out my sketchbook.

Dear Diary,

Mom is forcing me to hang out outside even though the sun wants to kill me. As a vampire, I can’t afford to stay outside too long or I’ll lose my immortality. She didn’t even give me enough time to finish teasing my hair. I have no choice but to cover myself in my black clothes and listen to MCR to ward off the sunshine. The way Gerard Way sings is almost too passionate for me to listen to, since I lack the capacity to love in my heart. Be careful or I’ll bite you.

Sincerely, Raven

I call myself Raven but my actual name is Ashley. Ashley doesn’t convey enough intimidation for my taste and ravens are associated with dark powerful birds. As soon as I turn 18 I will change my name.

The trees are swaying their thick green leaves and I wished them away. I wish I could yank them all off their branches with my fingers to leave them as empty as I felt. I resolve to listen to the birds scream. I’ll find a shadier spot and destroy as many flowers that dare to grow near me.


2 Replies to “Another Hideous Day REMIX 1”

  1. I like the overly edgy-ness! This is perfect. I’m a fan of listening to glass half-empty stories. I may thrive off of schadenfreude just a wee bit. In fact, that’s pretty much how my bf and I fell in love- we both have an unhealthy appreciation for misfortune.

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