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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
Apologize (Sad Batterie)Zacharie stood on the edge of the plastic lake and stared down at the thick, churning liquid. He had put his pack down to relax a little, but he found it hard to get him out of his head. He hadn't been around in a while, and he was starting to worry about him. Not so much from a business perspective, but something more...personal. More intimate. He felt tears well in his eyes as he considered the worst, and his vision went blurry. It wasn't even the fact that Batter wasn't showing up recently that worried him. It was the fact he wasn't there now. They had promised to be there at that precise time in that exact location, and he wasn't there.
Fashionably late, I guess... Zacharie thought to himself in an attempt to make himself a bit less worried. It didn't help much. He held tight to the bat he had been carrying in his hands. He meant to give it to Batter today as a thank you for being a loyal customer. It was also somewhat of an expression of his infatuation with the baseball pl
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,
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
A Secret that she died withIceTear cried again,even if she did not tell other cats.She would always love ShardClaw,she could not hate the tom who hurt her so much even if she tried.
IceTear felt sick knowing the truth,she would always have a part of ShardClaw with her Literately.IceTear was pregnant with the toms kits.
A feeling of regret and shame washed over her.ShardClaw had not loved her nor would anyone love her or the kits.IceTear wanted to scream at the unborn kits in her belly for making her feel so ashamed of how she had loved the tom.
For the next few moons IceTear hid her pregnancy from others.One day IceTear found a way to rid her self of the shame and burden....Have the kits in secret and give them away.
IceTear had left the camp one day feeling the pain coming on fast.She hide away close to a cabin were TwoLegs would stay in the New-Leaf.IceTear gave birth to Three tom kits who looked like a perfect mix of her and ShardClaw.Feeling ashamed she found a TwoLeg and got the TwoLeg to pick up the
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
The Orange and The PigWhen Carrie met Alex
She was limping
And hurting more than her
Pulsing mind could understand.
And she saw him
And her immediate thought
Was to throw herself on him,
She could close her eyes and
Think of Momma when he hugged her.
And she vocalized all of this
Stretching out her blood stained arms
Towards his tall, suited form,
Which would of course become externally
When his mind caught her undeniable satellite signal.
When Alex met Carrie
And her distress
Spilled through the street
Like a tidal wave.
And she fell into his arms,
And the blood caused his stomach
To lurch out against his skin
And she said
'Please I'm dying'
In this Southern America type goloss.
And Alex was very confused,
But being the horrorshow young man
He was so painfully forced to be,
He knew he had to help.
And while he carried her
Through the streets going
Bog knows where,
His agitated mind reminded him of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
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.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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