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wrote a sad thingHe lay staring up at the cloudy grey sky. He could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears as he slowly turned his head, his brain beginning to pulsate within his skull. The commotion around him was just a loud ringing as he saw the boots of his friends racing around him. It took him a second to remember where he was. Afghanistan, he believed. He couldn’t remember at that moment, his brain was mush from whatever had happened. His hearing began to come back to him, along with his other senses. He was cold. His feet were already numb. Oh, God, how he should have listened. How could he let it get to this? He had never been this reckless before. He couldn’t feel his right arm, how could he be sure it was still there, even?
He heard the barking of orders over his head and watched through hazy eyes as his friends rushed around him, cautious not to step on him as they hurried to do as they were told. He tasted iron in his mouth and felt a warmness dripping from his lips and dow
100 Themes Challenge: Give UpNykole’s hands shook as she stared at the building before her, illuminated candy red. She felt fresh tears in her eyes. It was finally going to end. The anarchy, the killing, it would be over. All she had to do was step through that door, throw it open and run out. She could save everyone. She could be the hero Seldon told her she would be.
He was gone. Nykole, realizing the colour of the final level, fell to her knees. Her best friend was gone. She couldn’t save him. He was lost. Their cause was of no significance anymore. Nykole clutched the handle of her alchemized hatchet tightly as she stared at the symbol on her bracelet. Seldon’s symbol. She wouldn’t let his death be the end of her. Not this time. Not this timeline. She pulled herself off her knees and headed for the building. That’s when she felt it.
A presence behind her.
She went to turn when she felt a hand creep into hers, holding it tight. She looked to her side. Ignama stood
100 Themes Challenge: DarkA young boy stood all alone, a frown upon his young features. He stared at the puddles of crimson reaching out to him, seeping into the cracks in the ground and slowly inching towards him. His face was cool and collected, only a single tear dripping down his cheek and mixing with the blood on his face. However, his legs shook; his hands trembled. He dropped the knife he was carrying. It splashed into a pool of red that was beside him. His midnight hair fluttered in the sudden breeze, breaking apart the twin eyes on either side of his bangs. He looked up slowly, his red eyes falling on the glowing sphere before him.
"Annabelle..." His voice was quiet as he reached out slowly, touching the little sphere before him. It twitched in midair and floated away slightly.
"Don't run away...now...now we can be together...forever..." His voice had become softer, but had a bit more of a creepiness in it. He plucked the soul out of the air and held it in front of his eyes. The soul shook and wiggled,
100 Themes Challenge: Hold My HandWinter let her eyes wander across the snowy land, her scarf whipping around her in the breeze of the desolate land. She felt nothing but snow and cold around her, before she heard the crunching of newly laid snow being compacted by heavy snow boots.
"Winter," a familiar and clearly male voice called Winter's name in such an enthusiastic way that it made Winter want to just curl into a ball on the floor and sigh. She wasn't used to so much happiness, even if it did come from the only survivor she knew. "Winter!"
"Hm?" Winter turned, her pale blue eyes resting on the familiar boy, Nathaniel, treading up to where she was standing over her old home town. His scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck and he stumbled in the nuclear snow on his way to meet his only friend. He blundered over to Winter, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep himself steady.
"Why are you up on Melancholy Hill alone? I thought we said we would come here together." Nathaniel muttered over the whistling of the
A Love StoryLaughter,
I remember those days.
Those days we were together.
We were best friends, weren't we?
It was all fun and games.
What am I feeling?
The fun is gone, the light is dimmed.
If only I could put my thoughts into words,
Oh, the streams that would flow from my lips,
All for you.
A developing romance.
We held hands for the first time, remember?
We had our first kiss.
The day ended too quickly.
The night dawned too soon.
I wish it hadn't ended.
Night of the Final Day.
We did something wrong.
This was all my fault.
What have I done?
The secret was out.
I have sinned.
I was a disgrace for what I have done.
I felt my heart shatter.
You were gone.
I was back in a rut.
A rut of hurt,
JulissaA lonely night,
Moon arisen and stars bright,
could not keep my mind off you,
because, without you, I don't know what I'd do.
You've been here for so many years now,
and I don't know why you've stayed.
After all the trouble I've put you through,
I thought that you'd be on your way.
You've kept me safe,
You've watched over me like a sister I've never had.
I couldn't be more grateful
for the time that we've both had.
And although we've gone our separate ways
And you're pursuing what you love,
I just wanted to let you know
the old times we had were fun.
I know we see each other sometimes.
but I don't feel it's enough.
Our time together has dwindled,
and the rest of our time is getting used up.
I wish I hadn't left that day,
that bright summer day,
but I promise you I will come back.
I promise we'll see each other soon.
he leaves with his parents
i think of rushing after him and saying goodbye
and the blow from the absurdity
almost knocks me back into someone else
my fingers freeze and i feel my lungs grow corrupted
but i breathe steadily and try to think about the new year
i feel a sense of dread growing
and the world continues
a chase of laughter and solitary sadness flung together
a sour mix that doesn't sit well on my tongue
frost slicks itself onto my curb
and i find myself hanging on for dear life
not much of a life though
and i can feel my ribs becoming brittle and broken
but no one knows
the air is heavy with heartbreak
most days i want to lie on the floor
and never wake up again
there is not much to say about january
it is so ... january
the scent of him still clings to my skin
it's a voucher, a token
a little souvenir from last year's love
it has been three or four months
part of me is becoming restless
In Her EmbraceThe room is dim, but soft is candlelight.
So soon outmatched by her inner radiance.
For the glow in her soul exiles the shadows
And brightens the opaque path of night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
The ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Lay vanquished by her smile
In her embrace, I surrender.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I can see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
And those three oft-repeated words are abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot go back...and never want to.
what words cannot describe.they say a picture
is worth a thousand words,
but when i see your face
a million praises
rush to my lips.
and yet when you're standing
right before me
with those pale eyes glowing
my throat is locked
and i am speechless,
is so vague
compared to you.
Love isn't beautiful,
Nor isn't bad,
It is usually both,
A mixture of feelings,
Some people decide to show love with care,
Others want to be selfish and make them do all the work,
It never works out...
Some people wake up in the morning feeling good inside,
To cherish their love for the person they love most.
Some people wake up and wish they can start over,
To die and wake up to a new life.
To start over.
Love is hot,
Love is cold,
Love is poison.
Love is evil,
When love is good,
But what is important is.....
Love isn't perfect
You, me and simple us.Roses are the desire,
from the thorns that enclose them,
from me to you,
from the violets that bleed unknown,
from the love of mine to yours.
Though I've only known you for a while,
Our thoughts are enlaced in our timelines.
Even as I live to this hour,
I recall the moments spent together,
You, me and simple us.
The reminiscent of the distant future,
It is a simple reminder of us,
Heartache we learned,
distance we learned to keep
I recall the moments spent together,
You, me and simple us.
I've been having the dreams
I don't see his face
I see his back
All I see is him
His hair is blue
Does it mean that I miss him?
When I think of him
I start to cry
He has my heart
And he always will
It's his, and only his
creepypasion(fanfic ben x jeff) capitulo 10Capítulo 10: la carta de violeta.
Luego de haber tomado un baño y de haberse vestido ben entro a su habitación, se encontró con un desastre que había hecho violeta; sus videojuegos estaban regados por el suelo, sus distintas consolas estaban desordenadas, su ropa rota y en mal estado, y se notaba que habían estado saltando en su cama.
-¡JEFF, VEN A VER LO QUE HIZO TU AMIGA!- grito ben con rabia
Jeff llego al cuarto y se sorprendió al ver el desastre del cuarto, de seguro que ben lo obligaría a limpiar todo. Entonces vio que sobre la cama de ben había un sobre pequeño adornado con la flor que usaba violeta cuando la conoció.
-¿Qué es eso?- dijo Jeff acercándose para tomar el sobre
-es una carta pero ¿Qué hace aquí en mi cuarto?-dijo ben sentándose en la cama
Jeff saco su cuchillo y con el abrió el sobre del cual saco una cadena de oro con el nombre d
Gaze of an AngelYour words of grace and true compassion;
They light up my world like a thousand suns.
Your gleaming, beautiful smile;
It makes me see the world in a clearer light.
Your magnificent, perfect eyes;
They allow me to see through the gaze of an angel.
These words, oh, these words..
They soothe me like the moonlit sky.
As we dance underneath the starlit moon,
Our eyes meet one more time;
We lean in and our lips meet.
This is my dream,
This is my salvation,
This is my everlasting joy.
Your beautiful soul is what makes me whole.
Shall I love you forevermore?
The answer will always be yes.
Lonely HeartsLonely hearts beat in a symphony
and blood shot eyes are astray.
gazes passing, never lingering,
and faces turn away.
Judging eyes, they're everywhere
As a forbidden love festers.
Scornful looks find every flaw,
But, to this love, they remain unaware.
Their bliss is born of others ignorance
and their joy is in their remarks,
for they know, secretly, what they have,
they can feel it in their lonely hearts.
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