LokiXReader _ Just Another Day _ Part 1You couldn’t believe it, you’d been working at the Avengers headquarters barely a month and now you had gotten the news that Loki would be returning to Earth and working with the group for his ‘redemption’. Of course no one was really happy about it except Thor; even Steve was quieter since the news arrived. Hawkeye was the worst, he had been through several targets in the archery range already and Fury was getting annoyed. “Miss _______ Mr. Odinson would like to speak with you in the kitchen.” You growl running a hand through your (H/C) hair and hopping the last step. “Thanks Jarvis.” You tell the AI system. Stark Tower was large enough for everyone to have some semblance of privacy but no one forgot the AI system was watching them.LokiXReader _ Just Another Day _ Part 1 by AnimeWarriorCatGirl
You slip into the kitchen and up onto one of the large stools set around the kitchen table. “JARVIS said you were looking for me.” You state to the god. Thor smiles but you notice it’s lacki
MoriartyReader (Normal)You smile at your… well there really isn’t a title for what you two are sometimes you thought you were boyfriend/girlfriend other times lovers but then there were times you didn’t know what to call yourself, when he barely accepted a touch from you or spared you a second glance. Those times were growing more and more frequent and as you sit on his expensive couch with your feet tucked under you, you can’t help but wonder why.MoriartyReader (Normal) by AnimeWarriorCatGirl
He’s sitting at his desk inside the other room brow furrowed as he looks through some papers voice low as he says something into the phone. His hair is loose from its usual slicked back state and you lose your train of thought thinking you like it like that.
He hangs up, tossing the cell phone carelessly onto the desk and walking into the living room. His back is turned to you as he looks out the giant windows, at the lights sparkling brightly against the night sky, you walk over to him letting your hands drift over his shoulders
Break It Up (Avengers Reader Insert) Oneshot"Brother!"Break It Up (Avengers Reader Insert) Oneshot by AnimeWarriorCatGirl
"I. Am. Not. Your. BROTHER!" the words are hissed through gritted teeth at the other god malice and anger clinging to them like frost
The two gods were standing in living area of the Avengers tower and the tension was about to snap. Just as predicted the first hit flew knocking Thor back a few steps before his eyes met Loki's again and he launched forward.
* * *
"(Y/N)." you glance up from your computer, hands stilling on the keyboard and looking at Natasha. "What is it?" you asks pushing back from the desk and spinning the chair once before rising up to your feet. "Loki and Thor are fighting. Steve and Tony have both tried to break them up. I've given up at this point." She says before walking on past your room. It takes all of about three seconds before you round the corner of your room and out into the hallway toward the living room. Only as you take the steps two at a time hopping over the bottom one do you hear the sounds of the fight going on. Stopping in the doorway
LokixreaderA/N.Lokixreader by SarianaJ
Don't judge okay, it's dark and creepy, but I blame that on another fic (the link to which is in the description). It mentions blood and violence, just telling you.
'Why me?' you wondered. You tried to blink the spots out of your vision, but soon realised that they weren't going anywhere.
You'd had a tough...you didn't know how long. You were delirious from lack of sleep, even though you'd spent the past few hours drifting in and out of unconsciousness. That and the blood loss. You were surprised you had any left because it was all on the carpet around you, most of it soaked in and dried since it had been there a few days.
You managed to look over to the door and saw the pool in the living room of the apartment, a dry brown stain on the carpet, all that remained of your boyfriend since your captor had taken the body somewhere.
You looked away quickly, shuddering as you got a flashback of watching the blood pool there on the carpet.
"Really (name), you should know not to dwe
(Untitled) Chapter 5 - The Dining RoomAeith and Vestel return to the smithy. Upon passing through the cluttered smithing area of the house, the two women find the pleasant scent of a hearty stew permeating the kitchen. Ibron stands at the stove and stirs a large iron pot full of the spiced meats and vegetables.(Untitled) Chapter 5 - The Dining Room by Kythkyn
“Aeith, you’ve been busy today. Where have you been?” Ibron asks his daughter, his back turned to the two women as he stirs.
“I’ve been helping a friend,” Aeith answers rather matter of factly.
“I see. I know it wasn’t Badria. You missed quite a scene this morning. There were strange animal bones in the road.” Ibron informs his daughter, still stirring. He lifts the wooden spoon and tastes the meaty stew. “Ah, coming along nicely.”
“Yes, so I have heard.” Aeith motions for Vestel to take a seat at the table, then goes about getting three plates. Her father is still unaware that Aeith’s aforementioned friend will be joining him for di
Chapter 2: Elt Abadanet AssenxilaMy eyes eased open; they felt old, congealed and achy. Everything in my field of vision started black and gently grew to a familiar grey, I began to focus my sight on a dusted window, and the light peaked through where the dust had fallen away from its own density. The Daylight was bright and felt like it burnt. Blind in panic I checked my neck for bite marks, I found serenity in the fact my skin was less scarred then usual; I then remembered I was immune and my heart beat rested further. I looked around the musty, particulate-heavy room. Ash and dust hung in the air, reflecting the incoming light. The common eight inch spiders sat on their webs which clung to the walls and corners. My clothes weren’t the same as those I was wearing when I fell unconscious, but though it felt out of the ordinary I seemed to remember putting them on. Even though the situation was strange, my curiosity urged me to continue deeper to uncover this complex mystery. My clothes were more befitting for aChapter 2: Elt Abadanet Assenxila by Apocalyptoid
Untitled Story Chapter OneWalking home from school, Piper O’Reilly was so caught up with texting her friend Dietrich about the paper assigned for English class that she nearly tripped off the edge of the curb when she reached the only major intersection in the small town. Dietrich had stayed home sick that day, and she had promised him that she would let him know about any new assignments.Untitled Story Chapter One by ShaleneElizabeth
“Are you sure that’s everything?” he texted back, his I.D. on the phone showing up as Deets, her nickname for him. His anxiety was almost palpable, even through her mobile.
Piper waved an apology to the driver that honked at her as she nearly stumbled into the street, and stepped backwards onto the curb again to wait for the pedestrian crossing to give her the green light.
“Yes, I’m positive. Now calm down, you’ll give yourself an aneurysm,” she typed back hastily, smirking. Like Deets even had to worry. He had the top grades of all of their classes, and was probably going to be
Wild Vampire Chase I was twenty-two when I started chasing her. I'm thirty-two now, but still a few days shy of the ten year anniversary. She was my friend, the only one I had. She begged, pleaded to become one of them only to turn on the one who made her, killing him with one swift blow that tore his head from his neck. I, by her, was offered the gift of immortality, but saw that it might corrupt the mind, and tried to kill her, much as I didn't want to. She gave me something to remember her by before escaping. A small, curved scar on the side of my neck that was not intended to kill. A souvenir to always have with me. In the back of my mind, I'm glad she got away. I'm glad I didn't have to kill my friend.Wild Vampire Chase by StevenGilby
Throughout the years, I followed her narrow path of blood. She was careful, but left me clues. On purpose, it turns out. She left me some friends to play with sometimes. They weren't nearly as strong as her, so my playmates easily became fertilizer. At least they decay fast e
The Battle of the Poets. ☆ The Battle of The Poets.The Battle of the Poets. by AlterationAgo
'Written in response to a poetic comment left on, "Breathing' Instead of 'living', is our lives".
'Basically, the second chapter 'to' the above mentioned submission'.
'Read carefully, this is somewhat a riddle; oddities should be apparent but without giving it away, all I can say is it will change much of the pieces meaning if you solve the hints I added'.
'Aimless-Foe is a nickname I gave for Aimless--Me, please look at the above mentioned submission for more information!'
☆The Battle of the Poets.
'Chatting with Aimless--Me'
Welcome Aimless-Foe 'to' my mind.
I look forward to learning of 'what's 'within' 'my' head you find.
I warn you "not" to be afraid, but rather go 'in
i'm semi-automatic [PERSONAL]i'm semi-automatic [PERSONAL] by PendulumRayquaza
I'm never what I like. I'm double-sided, and I just can't hide.
I kinda like it when I make you cry,
'Cause I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up inside my mind.
It was, perhaps, a beautiful sight. For most.
The rain, coming down slowly as if to taunt the man, gave the asphalt a glossy appearance. The streetlights flickered in and out, their shine reflecting off of the wet ground.
He hated it.
Oh, how he hated it, the way the rain came down so slowly. The way it pelted him, leaving him wet, vulnerable. The way the road shined after the rain fell, the way the streetlights glowed so brilliantly despite their shortening lifespan.
He hated the beauty.
Clutching his side, the man clung to a streetlight with his other hand. His fingers curled around his ribcage, digging into his skin; his cold, wet skin.
Groaning, he let himself slide to the ground, propping himself up against the metal pole. The least it could do was go away, the rain. Why did it have to ling
The Frost King and the Sun MaidenA long, long time ago in the land of the north lived an ancient and powerful king by the name of Akos. He was the King of the Frosts and he dwelled in a palace made of ice deep in the mountains, far from where any human would dare venture.The Frost King and the Sun Maiden by ShaleneElizabeth
Akos, though Lord of the Winter Snows was by no means a cruel being, for at that time winter was not something to hate or fear as it is now. It was time of a beauty and fragility, when the land went into a deep slumber and the Frost Sprites came out to play and frolic in the cities and towns with the human children, teaching them to build sculptures from the ice and to roll and tumble in the soft white snow.
The winter was cold but by no means unbearable, and though the sun was often hidden behind the clouds, everyone was in the highest spirits for they knew that if they were lucky, they might even get a chance to see the Frost King himself. It was the greatest honour to lay eyes upon the King of Frost, the bringer of this magical season, and it was
Let MeLet me touch your chestLet Me by kiwiootori
To make sure your heart's beating.
Let me feel your breath
To make sure you're still breathing
Tell me how I look
To make sure you still see me.
Tell me sweet nothings
So I can think you still love me.
I Fell AsleepI fell asleepI Fell Asleep by kiwiootori
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskShe's a Writer by kiwiootori
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Darkness.I loved you at your darkest.Darkness. by rociobelindamendez
Found you in the shadows and made you relinquish your sadness.
I saved you from yourself, ended up needing help from my own madness, taking care of you, forgot about me in this whole wound mess.
Here I stand regardless, standing on a cliff, no harness, nurturing my inner artist, feeling awfully careless and increasingly guarded–– scared of feeling brokenhearted, putting off getting it started, incase i'm unprepared and it's uncharted.
I'm lost in this here; my darkest.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
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
TNW RIOT Ep.1 Carnage vs. The Masked AssassinTNW RIOT Ep.1 Carnage vs. The Masked Assassin by ShaleneElizabeth
The following program contains scenes of violence that may be unsuitable for some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.
The commercial break is over, and we return to TNW, True North Wrestling’s Tuesday Night RIOT!
On the Jumbotron screen above the entrance ramp and on your television at home, the cameras are showing an interview room backstage with the TNW RIOT logo on the wall, and three chairs, one facing the other two. On this one chair is seated a pretty brunette with long wavy hair and big blue eyes. She is wearing a pink sweater and black leggings, with brown, high heeled boots that come up to her knees.
On the chairs opposite her sit Carnage and The Masked Assassin. Carnage is reclining casually with his arms crossed, the ever present eerie smile on his face, and The Masked Assassin sits rigidly, hands clasped in front of him, glaring at the girl.
She looks a bit nervous, but addresses the viewers cheerfully.
“Hello, my name is Skye, and I am sitting here wi
TNW RIOT EP.1 IntroductionTNW RIOT EP.1 Introduction by ShaleneElizabeth
FOR BEST RESULTS, YOUTUBE THE SONGS MENTIONED. DO IT.
It is a Tuesday, opening night, and the crowd can’t wait to see what the newest brand in professional wrestling has to offer. The arena is packed full of rabid wrestling fans, young and old, many wearing the merchandise of their favourite wrestler, even if said wrestler might not be in this particular show. People jostle each other, talking loudly and comparing signs that they’ve drawn on large pieces of paper, hoping to get the attention of other fans and perhaps the wrestlers themselves. One such sign simply says “Hi Mom” in big black letters, just in case the television cameras should turn their way.
Backstage the excitement is a little more subdued, but still just as palpable, as people run left and right, making sure everything is in place and ready to go. Men climb high among the rafters, checking and double checking the lights. The pyrotechnics equipment is re-examined carefully.
Further back in
A Message to StoryboardersI'm currently seeking anyone who's willing to help storyboard for my independent non-profit anime movie trilogy project, "Voices".A Message to Storyboarders by AstheArtDictates
A resistance to an otherworldly invasion. An obscure prophecy. A seeker for his magnum opus. A murderous psychopathic rampage. A wanderer with a severe attention problem. These are just some of the tales nested within this tale. Though they all may seem separate at first, take heed, for they're all connected. At its heart lives a human boy who writes in his journal everywhere he goes and has always thought of being like many heroes of legend but has never stopped to think about why.
This work is thusly volunteered, so if you're interested, please contact me for further details.
What We Once KnewNOBODY 1What We Once Knew by AstheArtDictates
"Ugh, another application rejected."
"I don't really get it. Why are you applying to grad school for something that you know won't help you in the long run?"
"You mean for Advanced Academia? Of course it'll help."
"Well, it's important to learn new things, isn't it?"
"Certainly, but have you ever stopped to think about what you once knew all along?"
"Like happiness. And no, making money isn't the answer."
"Then what is?"
"Happiness. Happiness is happiness. Crazy, isn't it?"
"...Yeah, it is."
I Claim This Path in the Name of... ''Genius!'' Call me an Immortal among Mortals, a Genius among Morons, a King of Sin within a world of Fire and Rain ...I Claim This Path in the Name of... ''Genius!'' by AlterationAgo
A Higher Enlightened Mind among Simplistic Brains.
One with Insidious Persuasion, of which being Vain is most definitely my Sin... and allow me to point out:
'By definition' I guess I'm a Mystic... because I 'unsimply' don't see how 'society' lost so much direction.
I swear to God(happily embracing the sin in question) ... It's indescribably frustrating to see what 'everyone else' misses; even 'knowing' how to fix it, but without a civilization who listens.
If only they would give in to reason, rather than following humanity's treason; almost 'purposely' following the road to they're own destruction ...
... I believe 'some' would describe that as a path to damnation ... a path I'm no doubtfully slipping from, thereby impressively avoiding 'the life' that is their conundrums; of which doing so can get quite 'ugly' I admit, and even lon
They call me 'Skittles'Chapter Three section 4They call me 'Skittles' by AlterationAgo
The Artist Previously Known as 'Me'.
- 'Because all poets want to be rappers at one point in time'
- 'Or is that just the 90s in me?'
- 'Either way give thanks it's the new millennium!'
'Beautiful' words are blooming, and 'through' the masses I'm consuming - It's of mountains I'm speaking of moving.
I'm a disaster of 'charismatic' fantasta comin at yuh. A beacon of artistic contemporary 'containment' breaking alive.
Impressively I have already died, and to no surprise I was revived. Nothing can contain me, 'many' have tried…. These are no lies, but rather my 'lives'.... . . . .
- Insert chorus -
. . . . ....A traveler from hell and back, in order to release the geniuses inside - of demons and angels I confide.
Lyrical ingenuity so u
The Devil's DueHe comes to you as man or woman,The Devil's Due by StevenGilby
Granting what you wish.
You fall into illusions,
Of this lifelong bliss.
But when you least expect it,
He pulls hard on the rug.
You fall into the dirt,
A grave you yourself dug.
The Devil gets his due,
And he gets it all from you.
I think you might have bitten off,
More than you can chew.
The Devil gets his due...
Women power fame and fortune,
All at his beck and call.
Makes you think you're on top,
When you're merely just a thrall.
An eternal nightmare,
Is what awaits you now,
As a sinister grin,
Curls up under his furled brow.
The Devil gets his due,
And he gets it all from you.
I think you might have bitten off,
More than you can chew.
The Devil gets his due...
Your money gives you power,
But it all goes for naught.
You're ensnared in pure evil,
And evil can't be bought.
To be let out of his sight,
You'll scream and beg and cry
Little do you know that,
You'll burn in his hellfire.
The Devil gets his due,
And he gets it all from you.
I think you migh
The Dusty SeaThe stranger sails on rubber legs,The Dusty Sea by StevenGilby
His home is no one place.
He blends himself in with the dregs,
And no one knows his face.
Trusty sixer at his side,
The only friend he needs.
When it's skinned men surly die,
With his inhuman speed.
Many men have been gunned down,
So much blood's been spilt.
Word had spread for miles round,
A stranger with no guilt.
Oh ohhhhhh oh-oh oh-ohhhhhhh
Oh ohhhhhh oh-oh oh-ohhhhhhh
One day the stranger got to town,
And kicked his feet up high.
He downed a bottle of strong brown,
Then bid them all goodbye.
With yeasty spirits on his breath,
He mounted up his steed.
The warm night air it smelled of death,
A warning people heed.
The stranger paid no mind at all,
And started taking off.
At the gate his steed did stall,
It sputtered and it coughed.
Oh ohhhhhh oh-oh oh-ohhhhhhh
Oh ohhhhhh oh-oh oh-ohhhhhhh
Tinkering and fidgeting,
He looked under the hood.
He took his trusty widget,
But was shot right where he stood.
A stranger stood over the corpse,
The smoking gun
William and Kate to Raise George as PeasantRoyals Reveal All in New Interview.William and Kate to Raise George as Peasant by Raven5677
It has been revealed that new parents, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (aka Prince William and Princess Kate) have decided to raise their new-born son, Prince George – as a peasant.
The news comes as Kate was recently seen in public looking somewhat acceptably flat stomached after the birth of the Prince.
“I mean, it’s not like she gave birth to a whale, for goodness sake, I’m actually quite horrified that it’s taken her this long to get back in shape,” Prince William commented to reporters before the couple moved on to the subject of their decision about their son’s future.
In what manner exactly, one might wonder, do they plan to raise the young Prince as a peasant?
Prince William drops the bombshell; “He’s not getting his own iPhone until he’s five,” William declares sombrely.
A collective gasp rises up among the reporters present - this writer included.
A sob escapes fro
The boring lifeSome people go to moviesThe boring life by PyroMorticia
Others see the sights
Some let their minds soar
While I, I lead a boring life
Go to a library. Pick out a book
Read of adventure, fear, romance, and drama
Some people have dramatic, romantic lives
Some have adventurous, scary lives
And others, like me, lead a boring life
Our adventures are wandering more than a mile away from our houses
Our scary experiences, falling out of a chair.
Our romance is fantasizing about people who don't exist
Our drama, fighting with friends over texts.
We, we lead the boring life.
We get up at noon, have breakfast, watch TV
Start reading a book we've read before
Get bored. Put it down
This is the boring life.
You hear stories of climbers on Everest,
people swimming with sharks, traveling around the
globe, doing amazing things.
You get up, get some chips, sit back down.
Change the channel to cartoons.
You know your brain cells are dying. You don't care.
For you, like me, like so many others, lead the boring life.
The lazy life.
Good Ol' FredFreddy really liked to cook with spice;Good Ol' Fred by StevenGilby
Peppers and chilies were his delights!
He'd eat them grilled, baked, and pickled.
When the heat kicked in, he was so tickled!
One day he cooked for him and his wife;
Getting sweaty from food was their spice of life! (wink wink)
Some time after, his wife got frisky,
And decided for something rather risky!
In the kitchen they tore it up;
On the cutting board she plopped her butt!
Scraps of food both mild and hot
Sat on that most lustrous spot!
Freddy was really having his turn,
When something felt it started to burn!
He fought through the heat for now,
But then it hit him with a POW!
He screamed in pain, but kept it going.
He flipped over the missus to keep her from knowing!
Ol' Freddy searched all over for something to quench
But he found only olive oil with which he drenched!
Almost immediate, they both screamed in tandem;
Because he had forgotten to put on the memorandum!
Soaking up capsaicin, this oil had been;
And now it was slathered all over
The Final ReleaseVile bastards of the lowest filthy mire,The Final Release by TheNighttimeWanderer
The years you stole away from me suffered in silence
As my mind was destroyed and I was sent to a saddening dire;
You breaking my soul and body everyday in violence.
Peaceful salvation and liberation was my only desire
But your maleficent hatred against me only sired
The vengeance and enmity burning in my heart like Hell's searing fire.
Spite, negativism, vengeance, damnation, suffering, misery and torment
Locked away within the shadowed constructs of my mind;
Unlocked with the lifting of the single safe's latch
To be revealed to me and burned into oblivion with a final match.
Ich bin Loslassen, wird Ihr Hass Kette mich nimmermehr.
Brutal Truth(Please note that when I say 'you' here, it's directed to everyone who has been, is, or had tried to bring me down, ruin my life, et cetera.)Brutal Truth by randomfreakygothgirl
How am I supposed to explain that some days I just do not want to get out of bed because of the crushing pain I feel? There are days that I do not even feel like living, I don't see how I could get my parents to understand that. They're constantly angry at me, pretending they care. Yes, I know I'm a failure, you don't need to remind me. I don't think my drugged up mother could understand that I quite honestly want to die right when I wake up. My father is completely ignorant to the fact I'd rather just lay in bed all day and cry, some days. But I forget that none of this matters, that I have to somehow find the strength to carry on, I have to somehow force myself to get out and pretend my life means something. I don't know how I'm supposed to explain it to anyone. I type it all out perfectly well, but mercy on me if I have to speak it. I don't ge
An Accumulation of MomentsWe are haunted by the questions left unanswered by our past. We jump head first into the sea of uncertainty, dashing ourselves against the rocks of our minds. We allow ourselves to be cruel to our own spirits, as if reflecting what we see in the world outside of our bodies is the standard to which we must hold ourselves. I shudder every time I realize that I am losing the faith that one can have all that they desire. It should be easier if we just pick one thing to strive towards. That is simply not an acceptable reality to me.An Accumulation of Moments by LexingtonStLexus
You can laugh, you can think that my goals are too lofty, too far from reality. However, I would rather go for it and miss. I would rather strive for the stars. I refuse to back down, I refuse to compromise who I am for what seems attainable. I’m not asking for the world, I’m asking for the chance to have a better world. I may not get there, but not trying is a dull and meaningless existence
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No NON-CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM
No CHAIN MESSAGES
No THEFT (Please don't steal hard work from others, try to do something on your own. That's how all of us are good artists. Practice makes perfect. )
You can affiliate with our group if it's related to literature.
Only submit written works. Do not send in drawings; exceptions are comics and visual poetry/prose.
You must add your contributions in the correspondent folder. Do NOT add them in the Featured folder; it will be used to represent some of the best artworks available in this group.
Works not written in English are acceptable. Add them in its correspondent category.
Do not send a request in order to be a "co-founder". I will do it.
You can send a request in order to be a "contributor".
Note: With these last two rules, certain responsibilities are given. For instance, if you want to be a contributor, you are responsible in organizing and updating the gallery. For Co-Founders, if you want to be one, you must send me a PM first and I will see then if you are qualified. The responsibility? Updating blogs, gallery and notifying any inconvenience/violation occurring in the group.
"18+ literature" is applied to any sexual, erotic and/or extremely violent content.
If you wish to promote any account in which you write articles or how-tos, such as Hubpages or Squidoo, you can send them to me in a PM and I will add them on a blog.
Suggestions are welcome.
Difficult to follow? Thanks for the visit, but don't bother joining in.
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