Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 21I was 9 years old.Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 21 by lonelyxsonata
I had dislocated my kneecap during a botched dance rehearsal and my mother was livid. Back then she had less worry lines on her face and her eyes seemed less bored and more bright than they are now. I remember thinking to myself as she was scolding me during our ride to the hospital that I hoped I would look as beautiful as her when I grew up, even when I was on edge like her.
Dr. Hardy had winced when he saw the damage to my knee but calmly told my mother that he had experience as an orthopedic doctor, so there really was nothing to worry about. Mama pointed out that the 6- 8 months recovery time was something to worry about when you are a dancer and nothing else.
I had been given a certain amount of painkillers for the pain and I was a little high from it. I remember Mama scolding me some more as Dr. Hardy examined my knee; she snapped, “What were you thinking?! Rose we have a big performance coming up and now Marina has to replace your role! Do you have any
Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 20“That was insane…”Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 20 by lonelyxsonata
“That has got to be the most exciting performance we’ve ever had!”
“Let’s do it again!”
“Do you think everyone calmed down?”
“Rose, snap out of it!”
I heard all these voices coming from my very excited cousins and siblings, but I was barely listening. You could say at the time I was in a state of disbelief with some shock, and a little bit of fear on the side. I barely noticed how my cousins were frantically pushing me past the loud crowd and protectively huddled around me as they tried to run away to a safe place. All I could think of was of Owen’s face, Selena’s angry one, and all the rest of the shocked faces.
That’s all I ever do. Shock or anger people it seems. I can never get used to it.
I can’t tell you how I ended up at the Goddess Spring by myself that day. That’s how troubled I was. All I could remember were my cousins telling me to make a run for it
Ondanny chapter 2 Chapter 2Ondanny chapter 2 by fallenandscattered
As leon wakes up all dazed with having a slight hangover he held his hand to his head as he looked around and noticed someone next to him, Leon's face turned to panic as he got up quickly causing the form next to him to move and a smile to appear.
" Good morning " a very tried and fuzzy haired Danny said turning around in bed and looking at Leon who was panicking as he tried to remember what happened last night, Danny happily watched the smaller man as he got dressed and went down stairs.
Danny climbed out of bed and ruffled his hair as he got his clothes back on before heading down stairs where leon was trying to make himself coffee. Danny then looked over his shoulder as he watched the smaller man almost shake with how he remembered bits of what happened last night.
Danny then took the coffee off him as he made himself and leon some coffee, leon then tried to look at Danny but as soon as they made eye contact leon turned his head away with his face looking
Ondanny ficThis is the first time I’ve written something like this so enjoyOndanny fic by fallenandscattered
It was cold when leon woke up in his house the morning light woke him up from his sleep as he sat up from his bed, it was quite of course it was with him living alone in LA. Leon got up and went to bathroom to wash up there was a sticky note on the side set as a reminder as he was going to work today at Polaris it was his second week working there as an intern for friend zone and daily bytes.
Leon brushed at his messy brown hair as he tried to get ready for long day ahead of him, he grabbed his baggy hat, black buttoned up shirt and dark jeans. He grabbed his keys for his car but something wasn’t right he felt like he forgot something as he looked at the mirror he noticed he didn’t tuck his tail in, leon groaned as he wrapped his tail around his chest as he placed his shirt over it and then grabbed his red sweater putting that over it.
He then grabbed his phone and out it in his pocket
La Lama Nera. La Strega del Nord (Excerpt 1)La Lama Nera. La Strega del Nord (Excerpt 1) by Ciullo-Corporation
–Sancta Messa finita est.–
Proclama il vescovo dietro l'altare, sollevando entrambe le mani con le palme rivolte al cielo.
–Ite in pacem, amen.–
Rispondono in coro i fedeli, aspettando che i diaconi aprano le porte prima di muoversi.
Mentre tutti escono lentamente e silenziosamente dalla basilica, una donna, avvolta in un mantello con cappuccio, si avvicina all'altare; nonostante gli abiti dismessi ed i piedi nudi e sporchi, la donna ostenta un portamento fiero, quasi crudele, mentre le due ciocche di capelli, bianchi come le nuvole di primavera, che le sfuggono dal capuccio si muovono come se mosse da un vento che non c'è.
–Parole toccanti, reverendo.–
Sibila la donna, fermandosi davanti al prelato.
–Una cerimonia che riempie i cuori di fede...–
–Siete troppo gentile, figliola.–
Risponde il vescovo, togliendosi la stola e passandola ad uno dei
La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1)La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1) by Ciullo-Corporation
–Ti ho detto che sto bene...–
Dice lei, nonostante la sua espressione la tradisse apertamente.
–Ti stai prendendo in giro da sola, lo sai?–
Risponde invece lui, più preoccupato che davvero arrabbiato... anche se il suo tono suggeriva il contrario.
–Che ne puoi sapere tu, eh?–
Rintuzza l’altra, guardandolo in faccia con l’aria di chi vuole a tutti i costi negare l’ovvio.
–Chi credi di essere per dirmi cosa fare?!–
–Non ti sto dicendo cosa fare, Ecate, ti sto pregando di guardarti un po’ in giro...–
Ribatte l’altro, piuttosto seccato dalla sua ostinazione.
–Tu proprio non capisci...–
Ecate scuote il capo, alzando poi gli occhi verso l’alto.
–Allora perché non me lo spieghi tu, visto che da solo non c’arrivo.–
Insiste lui sarcasticamente.
–Non è così semplice, Erebo.–
Rose in a Garden(Part 5)Aldon slowly woke up to see a woman standing in front of the bed where he was laying. She was just staring in complete confusion. She was small about 5’ 2”. She had an innocent face ,but her body was covered in heavy armor with the crest of the empress’ family on it. He could see a staff extended from her back, attached to a holding place on her armor. “You’re awake…!?” She said with excitement.Rose in a Garden(Part 5) by Mick9330
“Yeah, who are you?” Aldon looked at her as she approached the bed and tore off the blankets, Aldon moved to cover himself but he noticed was still in the same clothes he had on since the arena so he stopped right there.
“I’m Heather Illumin” she smiled while helping Aldon get up from out of the bed. “I saw your match yesterday, you…..you beat those guys senseless!” She laughed.
“Mmmm, yeah I guess, but they deserved it I could see the corruption in their eyes. Their evil.” Aldon slowly w
Stars Anthony hated traveling on airplanes. He felt the anger rise up, coming from every single atom of his body as he made his way to his seat and felt the need of killing someone when he realized that he would share a seat with a crying child and his not-so-caring mother. He despised every single being on that airplane.Stars by moonlight-Aria
He gazed outside the window trying to calm his nerves. It was night already. His clock had told him that he had spent a couple hours waiting for the plane to arrive to the airport, but he wasn't expecting the sky to look so dark.
Then, the lights were gone. He never fully understood why airplanes turned off the lights when they were about to take off at night. For God's sake! No one was going to sleep with the sound of the massive engines moving the stupid piece of junk he was in and he wouldn't get a single hour of sleep if the little brat sitting right next to him didn't shut up his little mouth.
The Life Of A FaerieNyx glared down at her homework paper. Numbers squiggled left, right, upside down and diagonally all over however they pleased. Some of the numbers were paired with letters like ‘n’ or ‘x’ while other numbers were parted from their letter neighbors by a fence made up of pluses or minuses.The Life Of A Faerie by AmazingCatherine123
“What a waste, why would round-ears waste their time on such spells that make nothing happen?” Nyx thought. Though she already some-what understood. She knew well by now that mortals wasted their lives on such dull and un-useful things such as this. She’d have to know, considering she’d been forced to live with them since the day she was born.
Although her parents and all the rest of her family were very well human, Nyx was not. She had been one of the lucky ones. Long ago when humans and faeries had been close, they had lived together as one family. Now those days seemed more ancient than the faeries themselves. Yet because of this, every now and then,
The Cavemen's Hair ColoringOnce upon a time, a few centuries back before the very first wizard created opposable thumbs, there lived a group of the very first humans who were the very first of they’re kind to find caves a cozy home (seriously, how is that cozy?) anyway, despite their odd taste in homes and graffiti art, they were known as cavemen.The Cavemen's Hair Coloring by AmazingCatherine123
Now the cavemen you see had a very serious problem. As they were the very first humans, they noticed that they were only born with either gray or white hair. Why this was for the first humans no one knows, but what the cavemen certainly knew was that it was driving them crazy. cavemen are people after all, and sometimes, there are some people who don’t like looking blah. a lot of people.
One day however, one caveman went out lion hunting, (yes, lion hunting) and when he brought the lion back home after killing it, he looked at the lions mane and thought for a bit about how that mane would be such a pretty color for human hair to have instead of white or gra
The Wizard's ThumbsOnce upon a time, when humans were still very new to the world, there one day came along into their kind, a human with a single drop of faerie's blood in him. How he had gotten this no one truly knows, not even the humans- this new race of beings themselves. Though it may have only been a single drop of faerie blood he possessed, with it he could move the tallest of mountains. Now because long ago, the language of humans were very limited and this particular human was the first of his kind, the humans had given him a new name entirely made up at the time. They called him a wizard.The Wizard's Thumbs by AmazingCatherine123
Since he was the first of his kind and the humans, having very little population at the time, had no one to teach him or yet to even understand his abilities, the wizard taught himself the arts of magic. One day however, as he was experimenting with his powers like usual, (being the way he mostly taught himself) he accidentally did something. I say something because even to this day, no human can say, h
RebirthMirrors crack—images reborn,Rebirth by Majikku7
Reflecting the world
A hundred times more.
Hearts shatter—mended by one,
New love created;
A thousand dreams born.
Nothing lasts forever—
We are all bound to fade.
From the ashes of chaos
Arises a new day;
From the shards of destruction
A new world is made.
Crystalline InkEvery little word; every single line,Crystalline Ink by Majikku7
Lifts off the page in a crystalline wave.
A silken world of paper and ink
Forms before my eyes, link by link.
Hear the soft roar, the cadence of time,
The beat of the drum as the phantom orchestra plays.
An entire world resides between glue and string;
Dreams of the divine coalesce from sheets
Of silken paper and crystalline ink.
Sweet PoisonPrecious crystal vial,Sweet Poison by Majikku7
Lying beneath my fingers,
You tempt me night and day;
One little drop,
To end all suffering.
One little sip,
To mend my broken dreams.
Seductive crystal vial,
You whisper constantly.
Coaxing me with possibilities—
My scarlet-sweet salvation.
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2)Chapter 2The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2) by Foxhound15
I drove up and parked my old beaten up car to go to the place where we would take the photo- shoot. Our school was called the Westcott High School Panthers and all of the football team were very nice, but the captain was somebody every girl wanted to date. I walked into the sweaty locker room to see all of the guys changing into their football uniforms. I walked down the rows of lockers past the guys with one of them saying, "Hey look at that chick." I ignored them and walked to the coach's office.
The office had many pictures in it, with the football coach playing for the San Francisco 49ers with Joe Montana. Another picture had him playing here at Westcott in high school. At the desk sat the coach, Coach Weston, my father. He had a black 49ers baseball hat on with a black polo on with the Westcott High School logo on it. He had reading glasses on as he read the paper that he was holding. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up, "Ms. Faulkner told me she wanted a team photo of th
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
OG's of OlympusFADE IN:OG's of Olympus by StevenGilby
Cars are driving through the busy streets. One guy, Marcus, stands on the cold street corner smoking a cigarette in an open frenzy. Another guy, Dorian, comes running across the crosswalk as the light ticks to red. He’s calm but his nose and cheeks are red from the cold.
Lemme bum a smoke. You got a flask? Mine’s empty.
Marcus holds an open pack and lighter in one hand for Dorian. After putting them away, he grabs a flask of blueberry sherry from his inner coat pocket and hands it to him. It has a two crossed broadswords on it.
Chilly as hell today.
Dorian looks around after a silent moment smoking, not seeing what he wanted to.
Where’s EDDIE at? I told him 3 o’clock. It’s almost 5. Is he ever on time for anything?!
Well, I got good news, better news, and bad news.
Dorian is visibly irate at the existence of bad news.
Start with the good, move to
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.30Kami/Megami's DestinyKami and Megami: Bakemono,you will go no further!Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.30Kami/Megami's Destiny by LordOfNecroDarkness
Bakemono: And how do you plan to stop Robo-Jasper and Robo-Kasai?
Kami and Megami: Like this!Rontchoto Secret Art: Evil Seal!
On the other side of Earth...
Jasper: (Gasp) NO!
Kasai: Jasper,what is it?
Jasper: Five P.O.W.E.R.s just disappeared...
Kasai: Who were they?
Jasper: Bakemono,His evil Aruji,Mother,and Father...
Kasai: We have to get over there now!
Jasper: Kami Squad,move out!
Later on the other side of Earth...
Jasper: NO!They've been turned to stone...DAMN IT!
Kasai: I thought Rontchotos could come back from the dead,so what's the problem?
Mizu: If their entire body's are converted to foreign matter,they can't as there's nothing to come back to...
Jasper: Huh?There appears to be something written down on their wings.
Megami: "Jasper,Kasai,my darling children,do not grieve for us,we chose this path.Now the fate of the world rests in your hands,in four-hundred Rontchoto years,the seal will be broken,y
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.29Bakemono's Evil ArujiFive years later...Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.29Bakemono's Evil Aruji by LordOfNecroDarkness
Robber: Give us all your money!
Jasper: That's not gonna happen.
Robber: Who are you to think you can resist me?
Jasper: You've probably heard of me,I'm,Jasper Kami No Hikari!
Jasper: That's right,and everyone around you are members of The Kami Squad!
Robber: I don't believe you,Jasper and Kasai have wings!
Tenshi Jasper: You mean like these?
Tenshi Jasper: I suggest you come along quietly,we wouldn't want things to get ugly.
Meanwhile on New Earth...
Bakemono: Heheheh,My ultimate creation is finally complete!It should be plenty to wipe out The Kami Squad!Now,let's go to Earth,my perfect creation!
Jasper: Gah!What's that P.O.W.E.R.!?
Kasai: What is it Jasper?
Jasper: I feel two P.O.W.E.R.s,both in the quadrillions...
Kasai: Th-That's impossible,that would make them Aruji...
Jasper: Yeah...Stranger is,there was no increase,there was nothing and then suddenly two Aruji level P.O.W.E.R.s appear out of nowhere...
Everlasting SleepWhat aspires when we are all deceased?Everlasting Sleep by Moatonymy
The white light at the end of the tunnel
Or the fire behind those charcoal gates
Are you prepared to inhale the soil?
Exhale the dust
Something once so precious
Shall turn into an everlasting sleep
Feel the blood coursing through your veins
Listen to your conscience judge the world around you
Let your heart skip a beat
When you see the face of the one you love
For when life is torn from beneath you
Are you nightmares to be encompassed by fire and brimstone?
Or will you forever dream behind those pearly gates?
White doves soaring above you
Whatever your path may be
Pray to your god above
The person awaiting you
Is not me
AlliterateSomething somewhere someone saidAlliterate by Moatonymy
I'm ignorant instead intelligence inbred
Nothing nowhere no one noticed
Goodness gracious going gone golden
Listen lingering lips love lost
Insist informing inert inhumans
Vacant vanished vaporized voyageur
Exist exemplify exude essentials
Aching artillery aimlessly airborn
Hiding helplessly hallucinate hyperbole
Entranced enchanted excellently earthing
Madhouse maniac managing monkeys
Longing lowly lifted life
Overly ostracized openly ogled
Viscous venomized vincicble victory
Evergreen ecstacized euphoric ending.
Please Don't Leave Me AloneJust be patientPlease Don't Leave Me Alone by rxcxdietrich
That's what you told me
Before everything got flipped on it's head
Just be waiting
That's what you expected
Before you ended up shutting me out
Now I know that you are unstable
And I know that you are afraid
Does it mean you need to control me
By betraying all that I have said?
Please don't leave me alone
Just because things aren't going your way
Please tell me that you're coming back
Before I feel like I've lost you again
Just stay calm dear
That's what you told me
Before running away from your past
Just stay right here
That's what you expected
Before I ended up left far behind
Now I know that you are unstable
And I know that you are afraid
Everything you have said to control me
Was using all the trust in my head
Please don't leave me alone
Just because things aren't going your way
Please tell me that you're coming back
Before I feel like I've lost you again
Another Night Another DayAnother night, another chance to seeAnother Night Another Day by rxcxdietrich
How people all around try to perceive me
Another day, another chance to try
To keep everyone happy that's in my life
Pushed around and taken for granted
It's everything they ever wanted
Take advantage of my generous faith
Until the time we've spent has gone to waste
Another night, another chance to be
Someone you've always wanted me to be
Another day, another chance to lie
About how you really make me feel inside
My trust is broken and left to pieces
And every faith I had in people ceases
And with another night a day will come
Until I am completely, one hundred percent done
Dark Solitude of Terrorizing Hubris I don’t know how I got here. This place has always been so dark and dreary, mysterious and scary with the crushing weight of solitude. I can hear the people around me having a good time while I’m in the dark pondering this solitude. They’re laughing at me, I just know it. It always ends up like this, and it depresses me. I can only see one way out, a crack of light that holds the only hope for me. It’s so simple, so fast. The metal is cold in my hand, but it holds salvation and I now hold it! I pull it toward me and the light is blinding.Dark Solitude of Terrorizing Hubris by StevenGilby
I can never find the light switch in the bathroom when I’m drunk.
bath timeIsis wakes up in the morning brushing the sand out of her face. She hated living on the beach, but she had no other choice since her sister passing. It’s been three years since that time and in that time her life has been spinning around. She had lost everything she owned but her bike, two guns and the clothes on her back. But on the other hand she met a new friend. Granted he does annoy her from time to time and kind of stupid at times. She rises up and rubs her eyes and realizes that he was not at the entrance of the tent.bath time by homeboy8221
She started feeling worried cause when he usually gone, he would usually get himself into some sort of trouble. She gets out of the tent and sees he was under the pier. She notices that he covered in blood. This sight did not freak her out as it once was. What did was the smell of them combination of sweat and blood. It smelt like a shunk had sex with a dead fish. It was so bad Isis cover her nose and tears were forming around her eyes. She then walked up to
Celebration TimeNote: Isis is answering in signCelebration Time by homeboy8221
1 Do you like your job?
Charge: Fuck yea I do, I get to murder the bad guys, I love ripping them a part, especially if they are holding a gun, then I can rip that off and do some pistol whipping with their own arm.
Isis: It can be a hit or a miss
2 What was the toughest obstacle the team had to survive through?
Isis: Seeing Charge naked
Charge: I put all the other homeless people to shame
Isis: Such shame they almost kicked him out of the pier
3 Boxers or briefs?
Charge: Free balling
Isis: Boxers if I can find any
Charge: Aren’t girls suppose to wear something different?
Isis: Shut it, I hate girls underwear, it goes straight up my ass
Pretty Girl SmilePretty Pretty little girlPretty Girl Smile by PrettyShadowj28
Step in to our little world
Everytime I see your face
It’s say you’re so pretty all over the place
I like the way you walk it’s so amazing
I like the way you talk it’s breathtaking
No guys can resist it your beauty
No matter where you go your beautiness shall follow
No matter what you do your cuteness shall follow
Uh oh what’s pretty all those rotten girls making fun of you
Oh just ignore them they don’t know you whatever they said it’s not true
Ahhhh you’re cute I can’t stop loving you
I just want to get to know
Can’t stop staring for while
The only thing I want to see your pretty girl smile
Until Everything EndsI write wordsUntil Everything Ends by buggerbug50
I write them all for a purpose
And that purpose is this
I write words because they make people understand
They help people comprehend life
How its not all colorful
How its not all fun
And don't get me started about how easy it is
You wake up
Pour a cup of coffee
But what about that homeless man sitting at the bar
What's his story for his morning
How about the fact he drinks to ease his pain
Every tip he gets goes to liquor
He drinks himself to death
Food is only for pleasure
Not for survival
How's about the girl who rushes to work every morning
The same one you nod to as she walks by
The one whose face is laced with makeup
The one whose face is laced with makeup...
Because the world is dark
Because that man there is gay
Because the world isn't all sunshine
Because sciology is not commonology
So help me explain
Don't walk up to strangers
Instead keep writing with me
Keep writing until there's nothing more to write about
Until the world understands
Until everything ends
She kissed me silently: CarmillaCarmilla (1872) tells the story of a young woman, Laura, and her encounter with a supernatural entity known as Carmilla. Set in rural Austria, this work of fiction was written in by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu and published in 1872. This piece records the first modern interpretation of the Vampire mythos, being published 25 years before the better known Dracula (Stoker 1897). Although a gothic horror story centered around a vampiric mythology, Carmilla is also a love story between two young women that ends in a tragedy as heteronormativity is forcibly restored. This is one interpretation, based on LGBTQ¹ criticism, that I will explore in this paper.She kissed me silently: Carmilla by Kythkyn
In the prologue the reader is informed that this story was written down after the fact by a woman who is now dead. Laura’s story took place some eight to ten years prior to her written account, when she was a teen aged girl budding into adulthood. This, for many, is a time of exploration and coming to unde
Why I Live"It's not like I ever paid attention to how I look... I haven't changed at all. What I'm regretting isn't that, but the fact that I don't even have one story full of hardships that I can tell and laugh off because I was a coward glued to his futon."Why I Live by Konnono
Tetsugaku Letra by Sahara Mizu features a rather unusual main character. Ichinose Kimitaka, after an accident during middle school which culminated in him being kindly asked to kill himself, wanted nothing more than to go senile like his grandfather; to forget the world and live out the remainder of his empty life in peace. Throughout the course of the story, he struggles with the realisation that even his seemingly worthless existence proved to be something life-changing to others whom he meets; that even a useless person like him meant something important to someone else, and with that realisation in mind he sets out to find something to invest his heart and soul in. He is by no means talented - his choice vocation is flamenco, but he has
Rosenhan (Abridged)Let me introduce myself. You can call me Rosenhan.Rosenhan (Abridged) by elGallifrey
I may be just like you. I'm eighteen years old, I go to college, I do many of the same things you probably do or will do. I went to an art school for creative writing with several scholarships and awards for my writing. Then I dropped out to become a psychology major. I currently work under the recreational therapist in the child psychiatry department at a local hospital, where I help run groups with children ages six through twelve.
I am training to become a psychologist myself. But I am also a patient.
In my freshman year of college, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, a genetic disorder of emotions characterized by abnormally high periods called mania and abnormally low periods called depression. I have been hospitalized two times since then. Being in a mental institution is, surprisingly, not the worst thing that could happen to a person. Like I said: I may be just like you.
The air was crisp and cool. It was September; school h
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Moving HeartsThere was never much to tell when it came to me. So many people treated me like a mystery, and I had no idea why. I don’t think adolescents understand the concept of “difference” too well.
As I said, there was never much to tell. I was paper-thin, and for the most part, skin-deep. But there was one thing that was notable. I think it was, at least.
I could move things without touching them. You know, like telekinesis. It was nothing impressive, and it always took a little bit of effort that I usually found annoying. I’m a lazy person. Or at least, I think I am.
I often did so in class. Just small things, like moving the board eraser a few millimeters, or another person’s chair. I was never much ambitious with my “talent”.
One day, I decided to tell someone about it. He was my friend. Or at least, I think he was. We knew each other because our mothers also did. We often sat together at each other’s houses doing nothing, and at school, we av
Mistakes.I can see it in my head.
W-when you first learned how to ride your bike.
And you fell.
Remember, you fell, oh god, you fell.
I fixed up your cuts, kissed away the bruises.
And you got right back on the seat and pedalled away again, remember?
No, It wouldn’t happen then.
Everything would have been perfect.
My little boy growing into a man.
And, and I knew it wouldn’t have happened when I first taught you to drive.
And you accidently hit that other car, remember?
And, you got so embarrassed, you tried to lie to get out of it.
And I told you that a man always admits to his mistakes.
Please, god, remember…
I rubbed my hand against your hair.
I wasn’t mad.
How… how could I have been?
My precious little boy…
No, No, it wouldn’t happen then.
And, I even remember when I watched you walk across the stage.
You were holding up that diploma like a torch.
Beaming that beautiful smile of yours…
And I gave you that hug.
In front of all your friends.
A girl and her rose.He ran.
He ran, as everyone does, for so many reasons.
He was trying to get away.
He was running away from the expectations he had to live up to.
But most importantly?
He was running to catch her.
And so, he ran.
She was always had been, and always will be out of his reach.
She had surpassed him in every way, and he was always left behind, staring at her back.
And still, he ran.
I suppose now would be an appropriate time to give backstory about these two.
Older sister and younger brother.
The two of them had grown up in a good home.
They had good parents, good friends, a good education.
And there ends the positivity of their lives.
Their parents died when he was going through junior school.
Another child died.
But he wasn’t important.
She was through college when they died.
It didn’t matter to her.
They never helped her anyway.
Never had enough money to give, so she could never be who she wanted to be.
She could never live out her dream.
She managed to get the
BlameDesire is a direct reflection
of your current form of affection,
Circumstance, merely a luxury
of your active state of mentality,
Perspective a cheap illusion
of a clearly obvious delusion,
and reason lost in a familiar place
of ecstasy and state of grace.
I'm skeptical and cautious to take a step
Cause with each one I give, I have less to bet
In this game of Russian roulette I often fake
Exactly how much of my soul is at stake
So colder and colder I'll get
Till I have but a shell of a soul left to bet
But for now, this I must say
That you should rather stay away
For my heart would be easy to break
And waste all the pain it took this shell to create
I know quite well that I will never be the same
Do I have you to thank, or rather to blame?
Die Laaste Huur'n Enkele hartklop, my asem kom en gaan stadiger met elke uur
Die lewe word uit gesyfer, versteen om te bly, vir altyd, hier
Vlenters lê die stukke, vermong in swart en wit in die skadu van die muur
En ek wonder hoe lank die oomblik van my lewe nog sal duur
Die lewe is nou 'n enkele kool nog aan die gang in gisteraand se vuur,
maar dit flikker en verduister stadig terwyl ek wonder waarheen die sterre my sal stuur
Tyd staan nader, ek hoor my hart verkrimmel, kraak soos ń skedel van ń dier
in die kaake van 'n monster soos die tyd uit loop van die lewe wat ek huur
Mini-Adventures IntroOK so I decided after reading so many shrinking adventures/pet(more like slave) stories on Deviantart to make my own but, I';s not going to be all about sex, and servitude but more about some randomness that me and my friends would pull off when we are tiny.
Ok so first off let me say this, this story has no resemblance to real life, and that this goes against natural laws of science for some parts. So don't bother saying anything regarding that but enjoy.
Weight: 190lbs (3.34bs)
My best friend since 3rd grade I hangout with him a lot. He's intelligent, fun, and very adaptive to certain situations.
Weight: 180lbs (3.2lbs)
I've known him for 1 1/2 years, he is also on the heavier side being. He used to play football, and he's cool to hangout with. He's is one of the most unfit in terms of Cardio, just like me.
Weight: 125lbs (2.5lbs)
Height: 5'6" (5")
Kevin I call him, "Crack Man," because of his ridiculous spe
Moments With the Legion- Arm Wrestling "Hey, Reiner!"
The blonde looked up from his meal, seeing you trying to gain his attention by waving your hand,"Hey, Stickbug! What's up?" He said, smiling cheekily.
You huffed and sat down in front of him,"I told you to stop that! Anyways," You leaned on the table, smiling widely,"You wanna arm wrestle?"
He raised an eyebrow at you,"Well sure, but, I don't think that's a good game for a girl with your type of arms." He pointed out, picking up one of your wrists in his larger hand.
You frowned and pulled away,"No, no, no, not that kind!" You smirked at his confused expression,"I meant reverse arm wrestling."
His befuddled form watched you closely,"Yep! But as I said, it's reversed. So not like this," You put your elbow on the table, palm facing the side,"It's like this." Your hand clenched into a fist, the knuckles facing Reiner,"Now, the object of the game is to not let me pull your hand down, okay?" You asked, looking him dead in
For KingThe intensity of this man who consumes me,
His depth... his power,
We are bound within twilights hour
His soft thunder reaches deep into me
As his gentle eyes become all I can see
Slowly we gravitate toward ecstasy...
His touch... his skin...
Tears flow i"m falling in,
Hot rain drops mixed with chilling wind
Drove me to birth and back again!
Passion seers through our bodies like a razors edge!
My heart is pounding as I jump from this ledge.
I fell in love with royalty sent from above
I feel my body shake, my mind race, and my spirit ache
As I listen to my heart sing...
Precious lover, will you be my King?
survivedSo you beat the odds
escaped the statistics
lived on when no one expected
So you fought the good fight
And to everyones surprise
So what now?
The cost of being 1% is life imprisonment
To Be "special" is to be tormented
Now that the race has been run
The battle fought and won.
There is half a life of heavy sorrow and debt
Not a medal not a prize
Just night terror, disabled relationships, anxiety and lost potential on the rise
The constant fear of not feeling
The threat of whats been broken never to be fixed
So YAY survival
Hooray you lived!
Now go add value to the gift you were given
Quietly and alone I tremble as fear takes hold
Images and acts come raging to the moment of my very next breath
If this is my future, please take it back
No one ever thinks of what happens to the survivor after surviving
What is left of a 1%?
Maybe there is a reason not many make it through
Maybe its better to disappear in the numerical record of how many fall.
Pure SeductionAllow me a sweet morsel of your time
To remove the static numb
Of internet speed.
I will give you in return
The slow, rhythmic, dance
Of a lovers need.
Breathing hot life
Into your untapped dream
Let me drench you
In connected release
Leaving you spent
In ardent steam.
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