A Different Story: Dead By Sunrise part 1"I don't get it." Fionna thought, she had been friends with Marshall for years. He was the kind of person who would tackle every problem head on, no matter how difficult it was.A Different Story: Dead By Sunrise part 1 by danickname
So when he phoned Fionna for help, well it pretty much made the 13 year old freak out. Marshall's voice was weak as if he had been just been through the beating of a lifetime.
"Cake, wake up!" she yelled. Startled, Cake quickly ran to Fionna. "Cake, Marshall's in trouble! He just called, he sounds like he's hurt!" Fionna told her in a really agitated voice.
Fionna knew Cake didn't care much for Marshall, but if it helping him meant making Fionna happy then she was all for it. "Just wait hon, I'll be ready in a second." Cake replied.
Fionna tried to calm herself down, "Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts." She whispered to herself. "Cake, I'm going ahead, just catch up when you're done 'kay!"
She got her sword, put on her jacket, locked the door and ran as fast as she could. A heavy storm was starting to
A Different Story: Dead By Sunrise part 2Life isn't something Cake took seriously, she herself admitted that, but right now she was dead serious about her concern for Fionna and Marshall.A Different Story: Dead By Sunrise part 2 by danickname
Why was she worried? Because she thought Fionna would be at Marshall's house by the time she arrived.
Instead she was greeted by a team of doctors, an unconscious Marhall Lee hooked up to an I.V. and no sign of Fionna.
Sure she wasn't fond of the vampire boy, but behind her somewhat frequent rants, she felt like an older sister to the troubled youth.
Cake was also surprised that all sorts of people were at Marshall's house, there were doctors, nurses, Ooo royalty (namely Prince Gumball and the Earl of Lemongrab) and demons.
She was also really worried about her little sister, Fionna, who was all alone in a storm that wouldn't let up.
She was wrong, of course, Llewellyn saved Fionna, but if they didn't hurry up, saving Marshall Lee from the dark shadow heading towards his house would be hard, very, very hard.
Cake was sitting on a couch right
A Different Story: Dead By Sunrise part 3.1Fionna's excitement was momentarily forgotten as she and Llewellyn, trekked through a similar path.A Different Story: Dead By Sunrise part 3.1 by danickname
It was 1:30 in the afternoon, she and Llewellyn were close to their destination now.
The storm was as strong as it could get, but Fionna didn't mind.
She was pretty worried abut Llewellyn though, and she was still pretty guilty.
Why was she guilty? Llewellyn had (literally) carried Fionna into safety, healed her injuries and let himself get hurt just so he could make her feel comfortable.
And to top it off, he hadn't muttered a single complaint, no matter how much pain he felt.
He was just like that, he'd sacrifice a lot for complete strangers, as long as he knew that they weren't evil.
Anyway, they both felt very uneasy, they didn't know why though.
Fionna clutched onto her sword the way any hero (or heroine) did when they were nervous.
Llewellyn's gauntlet was glowing a shade green... not a good sign, that meant something evil was around.
It couldn't have been Fionna, the gauntlet let
-Better World: Chapter 2--Better World: Chapter 2- by Jchrispole
The classroom was like it was all year: the air was hot and the wind from the fan inbedded in the ceiling blowing down the back of Heather’s neck was cold. So she was always too hot in every part of her body except for her neck. and it was worse outside because it was Autumn and the school turned the heat way to high up. She didn’t like to come to school wearing a coat because she would have to strip it off and carry the extra 10 pounds around all day before putting it back on to walk home. that was just one of the many things that Heather hated about school.
Though there were a few things she didn’t hate. She didn’t hate that they were taking norse mythology in English class as opposed to Greek. The principal is Norwegian and very proud of his heritage and his country’s history so he pushed in the school board for Norse Mythology to be taught in all schools in the district. He actually won out in the end, so every school began teaching both units but his
Indomitable Ch 21 Cycle It was a hot, sultry Atlanta night, the kind of weather no sane person would be caught in leather motorcycle gear, no matter how custom-tailored it was. Of course, I wasn’t sure anymore if I was the last sane woman on the planet or the only crazy one. Either way, over the past week back home, I was starting to enjoy these evening jaunts. To be honest, I was even starting to enjoy the suit; it meant something to people. I ran my gloved hands through my newly-styled faux hawk hair; that was new too. I hadn't had much choice after the mess the doctors made. I sighed, alone with my thoughts, as I leaned against the roof’s ledge and gazed out over the twinkling lights of the city.Indomitable Ch 21 Cycle by megatarget
After the Battle of Washington, as they had decided to call it, the President had decided to peel back some of the more stringent restrictions. The curfew was over and more leeway was offered to police and courts in dealing with Push c
Indomitable Ch 20 Pyrrhic I am ashamed to admit that my memory of events right after my talk with Gerald is incredibly hazy. Mainly, I remember start to pass out. It was just impossible for me to hold on any longer, no matter how much willpower I had. I faded in and out of a twilight haze, catching just brief snippets. I know I was placed on someone or something with wheels. There was some sort of argument or discussion; there were definitely uniformed people involved, but I’ll be damned if I couldn’t tell if they were police, military, or something else. I think I may have been in an ambulance at one point, then there was the anxious sensation of being wheeled on a gurney surrounded by doctors and nurses. It was surreal, as if I was in one of those medical dramas when the trauma victim gets rushed to surgery. That’s when everything completely faded away.Indomitable Ch 20 Pyrrhic by megatarget
The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. There was
Indomitable Ch 19 Division Everything was turning grey as Reaper choked the life out of me. Technically, it was Gerald Schuller, manipulated against his will, doing the choking. Although the madman’s outer skin passed through me, he still seemed to have total control of Gerald’s body. Though Schuller was considerably weaker, all of my injuries made fighting back almost impossible. It took all of my willpower just to not let go of the hypodermic with my broken hand and keep that button depressed. Injecting him in the head, despite what a layman might think, was far from ideal, but it was better than nothing.Indomitable Ch 19 Division by megatarget
“I won’t go back in there,” Reaper slurred. He sounded tired, sleepy. “Not before I kill you, at least.” I was acutely aware of the thumb in my trachea as he forced the hapless Schuller to squeeze harder. I could only imagine the confusion on my friends’ faces … to them it had
Artemis The roar of the engine stirred the neighborhood from its quiet night. A few curtains rose and some dogs barked as a loud motorbike came to a stop at the corner of the street under a yellow streetlamp. Thick men’s leather boots padded for small feet played their deep song on the concrete. A hoodie hid under a large biker jacket. The hood covered a petite, exotic face.Artemis by StevenGilby
Artemis strolled down the street, more curtains rose and a few curious stares followed her as she continued her way, glancing briefly between the numbers on the scattered mailboxes, quietly counting them out loud.
"35, 36, 37… Ah, there we go, 38."
A small smile crossed her lip as she eyed the house she came to. The place was dark, unlike the rest of the houses around. It looked dead, dark and rather old. She examined the windows and both sides of the house for an entry point. Nothing to climb, and the humidity made sure no one would leave a window open. The back ya
A Cynderarty Tale: Baker AUThe small silver bell tinkled above the door as it opened. Carter looked up from the counter with a smile. “Good morning!” She beamed, her gray-blue eyes sparkling.A Cynderarty Tale: Baker AU by cyndercrys
“Hmph.” The tall woman, tall by Carter’s standards at least, glared down at her. “I just need a bagel.” Her voice was low, snappish.
“Right away!” Not allowing her cheery attitude to be sullied by the woman, she rushed around to grab a warm bagel. Passing it over the counter, she grinned. “Freshly baked this morning.”
“Thank you.” The woman tossed her credit card on the counter.
“Um… It was only two dollars…” Carter picked it up. She shrunk back as the woman’s eyebrows rose. “N-never mind.” She quickly rang up the charge and handed the receipt and card back to her. “Have a good day!”
The woman stuffed it in her purse. “You too.”
Carter watched her leave, the click of her heels on
Wrought Iron: Horse TrainingHer breath curled into the air as she exhaled. “Okay Lightning.” She leaned forward to stroke the horse’s neck. “You can do this. I believe in you.”Wrought Iron: Horse Training by cyndercrys
He shook his head with a whinny.
“Just humor me, okay? I know it’s early in the morning, but I know you can do this! Just do it once and I’ll hand you back over to Cian. I promise.”
The beast grunted in response.
Linnea smiled widely. “All right! Good enough for me!” She turned the horse to walk over to the far end of the training ground. A small length of fence was positioned at the other side.
She gripped the reins and took a deep breath. “Hiya!” Digging her heels into his sides, she snapped the leather straps against him and he shot into a gallop. She narrowed her eyes as they approached the obstacle. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself in case Lightning decided to once again throw her off.
She whipped her head to see Kaerik standing
A Short Cynderarty TaleIt started as a normal day.A Short Cynderarty Tale by cyndercrys
Carter kept to herself, mostly, as she walked down the hallway. Her hedgehog earbuds blared the theme to Dr. Who into her ears. A ding sounded on her phone and she pulled it out of her pocket.
“Cyndercrys has reblogged your post”
She smiled slightly; it wasn’t the first time Cyndercrys liked or reblogged her posts on Tumblr. In fact, it happened quite often now. She even received an anonymous ask the previous night—a compliment on her artwork—that she had a vague feeling came from the girl. She even put a note in her tags: “#if this is who i think it is #you dont have to be on anon #i dont bite!”
Carter looked up in time to bump into another, taller girl. “S-sorry!” She cried, stepping back.
The girl blinked a few times before she ducked her head. “…It’s okay.” She cleared her throat. “I shouldn’t be in the way.”
“Huh? No, that
She Rides the LightningStrapped down, made ready for the lightShe Rides the Lightning by librarian-of-hell
she smiles eager in the rapture of the moment;
her youth and the chamber are so bright,
looking forward to the white-hot current -
it doesn't judge her for her beautiful being
like this ignorant crowd around her did -
oh, the sheep! of her guilt they are bleating,
but from brave minds the truth cannot be hid:
she is simply different - a great sin
in this world! The spark she holds within
is soon to mingle with another spark -
light up her nerves, her blood, her heart and soul!
To freedom, through pain and through the dark
leather-and-wire dress: her bridal gown!
Your hand on the switch - now you hear the call -
and as your touch brightens up her crown,
she's contorted: the jolt's screaming through
the muscles and brain, beginning to do
its sacred work. A faint smell in the air
of copy machines and of barbecues.
The glowing pain is paying her fare
for the boatman on her final cruise.
Then you click it off and let her rest;
her silent heart tells:
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
The Sound of WarI want to say itThe Sound of War by moonlight-Aria
but I know I can't.
Scream at the top of my lungs
and then run away.
Somehow my voice keeps on slipping
and floats in the river of voices
so it can flow and disappear
in the big, dark and scary sea
of war cries and deafening noises.
I keep on running
trying to run away
that everything is okay.
But deep inside of me
I know all is a lie
and while we pretend
that everything's alright
paying the price
of our, now forgotten, acts.
We sit in front of the TV,
complain and critique,
not create anything, but destroy
seems the only thing we can do.
The events that occur,
the people that die
is like everything is far away
from being real
and from being sad.
And I'm tired
and I know I'm not the only one;
that has had enough of killing,
has had enough of misery.
And is killing me
and tearing me apart
the fact that we can do so much
yet we prefer to stay and watch.
Where's the leadership?
In Their Shoes.Everything and everyone we encounter is an iceberg; only the surface is visible, and what lays beneath is an unknown story, within a story, as a result of a story.In Their Shoes. by rociobelindamendez
We may see someone walking down the street, and immediately have a watered-down idealized image of them, in their room, doing whatever it is that they do, in their skin, with their experiences behind them, and their world in front of them.
We can empathize with others in a general sense––
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be another?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up as a random passer-by?
We have an image of what these people are like behind closed doors, when there’s no one around, when they can just be. We interpret these imaginings as beautiful, as interesting, as different, we romanticize the idea of them. We know we’ll never learn the steps to their tune, just as they’ll never dance to the beat of our
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
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...
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.28 The Evil Bakemono!Jasper: What is your destiny?Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.28 The Evil Bakemono! by LordOfNecroDarkness
Megami: That's for us to know and you to find out.And J. you have all five magic items,so you should go home.
Jasper: Mom,why won't you tell me what your destiny is?
Megami: Son,I don't want you to worry about us,worry about your own destiny.
Jasper: I'll try to look into the future...........(Gasp)I saw my true P.O.W.E.R. and it easy beats J's!
Kasai: Let me try!..........Whoa...I looked awesome!
Kami: Okay,let's get the HELL out of here and set up a soul bonding between these two!
Jasper: What's a soul binding?
Kami: It's the Rontchoto version of this worlds "marriage".
Jasper: (Blushes)Okay,let's get out of here.
Later on the surface world...
Kami: And finally,kiss to seal the deal.
Jasper And Kasai: (Kiss)
Jasper: Whoa,what am I feeling?It feels amazing!
Kami: That feeling is happiness,your life is perfect right now.
Jasper: You're right,I can't ask for any better!
Jasper: Kasai!?(Rushes Over To Her)What's wrong
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.27 J's final strike!Tenshi Kami: Alright,it's time we all go get the other set of master memories.Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.27 J's final strike! by LordOfNecroDarkness
Tenshi Megami D.: To Hell!
Later in Hell...
Dark Lord J.: I knew you'd come here,now I'll beat you and take what I came here for.Space field OPEN!
Tenshi Megami D.: Why'd you take us to space?
Dark Lord J.: Because,it's a little known fact that Rontchotos move slightly slower in space.
Tenshi Megami D.: I think all our enemies knew about that,but it's not enough to make a difference.
Jasper: It's enough of a difference that I can beat you without J.
Tenshi Megami D.: I highly doubt that.Son,you do the honors.
Tenshi Jasper: Gladly!(Charges)
Jasper: Ha!You can't beat me like that.Time Control!(Floats Behind Jasper And Stabs Him)
Tenshi Jasper: HRK!(Coughs Up Blood)
Tenshi Megami K.: (Gasp)Jasper!
Tenshi Jasper: W-We've o-o-only g-got one th-thing th-th-that can b-beat h-him...
Tenshi Megami D.: I know what you're talking about.
Tenshi Kami: Kami Squad,Assemble!
All: Kami Squad Super Burst!
Dark Lord J.: Oh,yo
FailureI'll never know what I saidFailure by randomfreakygothgirl
To make you go right out of your head
Then you left me for dead
And I was just breaking bread
With the evil
I can only be me
Only wanted to be free
You didn't have to believe
Anything I'd ever preach
But I'm sorry
It was not good enough for me to see you cry
Day after day it was a lesson in the art of war
Friendship is nothing to a scheming whore
The monsters of my worst fear came alive
Now twas up to me to retreat or retry
That cadaver's magicks infested your mind
Left in silent sacrificial sabotage, deleting all our time
It used to be a journey towards a prosperous life
But the league of you and me would lead to insanity
It came with no meaning to wish you'd die
For I could only try, but why..?
Never figured out who was really to blame
Never saw rhe light of the deviant point of our stray
Why should something have to end that way?
Abscond from this unwanted hate
Tired of submission to the cruelty of fate
Regret is a bitch
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
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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