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Sorry for what? Last night, I looked out side into the cascading snow.There, stooped on a mound, was a creature. With arms and legs like any man but it was just too frail. Its shoulder blades looked close to tearing out of the pale mesh that served as its skin. Each rib was defined to a grotesque degree. It sat there, stark naked in the cold as snow covered its hallow shoulders.its face was hidden by its hands and what they held.
I covered my mouth at the sight of this morbid creature. As I did so, said creature presented its face to me.Slowly his body unfurled as he turned on the loose snow covered mound. lowering his hands and what they held. His face was elongated at the snout and held many sharp teeth. His skin was stretched over each sharp edge of his features.The pale flesh was so tortuously tight around his illuminated eyes that I surely believed he could not close them.His hair hung in dirty mats around his face and over his dark eyebrows. So much like &
A Hero full of Pride It's a shame to see something so strong at it lowest. It's a shame when you realise that the thing that you believe in the most is a mere human. Flesh and bone like you. The strength that, that one human holds is the strength of changing your world with their story. One slurred story fills your mind with wonders of days passed. One slurred story continuosly played forth, etches richly in your mind. All your hopes and dreams circle that one story.
The story is filled with such pride. So much pride that you feel proud to even repeat that story. So much pride that you weep at the loss of such a story. So Much Pride that the story seems unreal.
So much pride that the human who told it to you is not worthy enough to tell the story because they are a wreck , a mock of the hero. So much pride that it hurts to realise that it is a true story and that the time of the story has long passed.So much pride that it hurts to realise that no other being could possibly follow the same story line as
the knife in my hand.
My name is Scarlett.
I think I need help; I need to be constantly watched. I'm afraid of what will happen if they let me free like this.
I don't think like normal people.
How you may ask?
... it's quite complicated actually, but I know I'm not to be classified as the term "normal".
The way I think... the monstrous thoughts...
I need someone to care about me. Even he thinks about himself more than me. He made my even worst then I was before.
I'm a monster now.
I don't feel anything. I don't understand pain any more.
How can I get my heart back?
I have a knife in my hand now.
What do I do with it?
Words from a wolf boy in love.Here I lay once again, fearing that the winter air may seep through the cracks in the walls and take me away from the arms of the only person I can seem to love. My heart is beating faster and then normal. It’s trying to sing my sweet Grace to sleep I think, it only speeds up when I’m with her. Sometimes I wish she didn’t love me with such passion, but there is still sorrow in her when she looks at me. Why do I have to be cursed with this unending nightmare? Why was I taken from my normal life and placed somewhere only demons should be?
All I want is to be human. Just thinking about the cold makes my bones hurt. Just thinking about me becoming the animal I am, makes me shiver and hold Graces hand tighter. If I change again, sooner or later winter will end and instead of changing back to my human form I’ll stay a wolf. Even though others know of this transformation I go through, they will never understand how much pain there is. My heart would never be able to ha
61 new generation
(junior class, Modern History subject)
Hotaru: *grumbles* T^T
Vasilissa: Everything okay? 8
Reader x Taito Part 2
Taito x Reader Part 2 (the intro is the first one)
You wondered where it was Taito was taking you but you didn’t ask afraid your voice might quiver from the sadness. Then Taito had said “Here we are” he said pointing out to a carnival in town. Then you had remembered today the town was having a carnival for celebrating a new Mayor named Chairillee Waterson. Once you saw all the bright lights (even thought it was only 3:30) you were cheered up a little and also glad to see Kaito wasn’t there. You felt a tug at your arm as Taito pulled you over to a Canoe ride down the river. Once you both got into the boat the ride immediately started. You were amazed by all the beautiful nature surrounding you. You looked over to Taito and your heart started to beat faster and you felt your cheeks heat up for some strange reason. You then focused your eyes back onto the breathtaking nature and some majestic creatur
First Heart BreakYou know that feeling? The one in the bottom of your stomach. That feeling you get when you’re laying awake at night and your mind is going through every memory until it finds the one that hurts the most, and it plays it on replay over and over until you cry and you feel your heart literally break into a million more pieces. That’s how I feel. I feel it when I walk past that classroom. I feel it as I walk up those stairs. I feel it whenever I see my old friends. Not because they remind me of him, but because they remind me of how much I liked him. My old friends they don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t know why they just don’t, but they look at me with…. These eyes! The eyes that say “I have something over you.” But some of their eyes say “Sorry.” Other people don’t know what they’re sorry for, but I do. They’re sorry because they know how much I liked him, and they’re sorry it didn’t happen.
thomarie-solo dame tiempo 9como desde el pricipio dezz? - dijo marie confundida
charlie explicale tu, yo quiero disfrutar la cancion - dijo dezz moviedo los dedos al son de la cancion con sus ojos cerado , moviendo su cabeza de lado a lado
okey... como digas rara - dijo charlie
lo que pasa que la senorita ama esa cancion es su cancion favorita .. - dijo charlie mientras conducia
Cause I don't wanna lose you now, I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The biggest ? in my heart,There's a space, but now you're home.... Amo esta cancion cuando tenga novio se la dedicare - dijo dezz mietras cantaba
*lo ultimo que dijo dezz hiso que todos se carcajearan del comentario de dezz*
y digamos que tiene la rara obsecion que no esta feliz hasta que escucha una cancion completa en la radio no importa si la a escuchado mil veces en su ipod - dijo charlie
alli agrego que no es lo mismo un ipod que la radio- dijo dezz
es lo mismo dezz - dijo charlie
no es lo mismo en mi ipod la escucho cuantas veces quiera y la repito y
Intro I have no friends at my new school.
But its nothing new because I had no friends
at my old school anyways. People say I'm crazy
but that is kinda true.Im not too smart either
unless you count killing people and anime and
vocaloids.If that was school I would totaly
Its not really a shock that i'm kinda crazy.
I mean my parnets and all it makes since my
mom and dad were abusive but there dead now.
If you asked me thay got what thay desvered it
I mean I did kill them. But I did ask them to stop they
just did not listen to me. I really did not want to have
to do it ok i really wanted to.
Ok well my name is ice and im 17. because
its my brithday to day i dont really care though
I never really do any thing. I mean it just means
im one year closer to death. Fun fun right. I just
wish I did not think this way. The only thing I
do for my birthday is eat ice cream I love ice
cream by the way.
Multiple winter dreamsIts 3 AM in the night. I had not taken my sleeping pills tonight, because I got natural sleep, by chance! Just 15 minutes ago I woke up to a strange sensation. The winter is chilly here now, chilly by the norms of here. In the evening I had a bath in cold water.
In the after noon I was asleep, winter laze. My best school days friend, north Indian guy came in my dream. I saw him and myself in a mountainous misty environment, like friends, like soldiers or trekkers, it was misty, pre-winter, cold...it seemed like The Himalayas or some misty, grey/green mountian of the various homelands of caucasoid people. The dream was a split second flash, but I really felt and liked the chill and the environment in it.
I woke up and wrote my dream to my friend on facebook. He liked my dream.
I lied down again. Again saw a dream, this time I saw me, my sister and my family taking an innocent day meal at a shaded restaurant....and right after-wards my sister going behind a full length yellow curtain rig
Why BotherWhy bother?
Why bother bothering?
Why should I bother to keep going?
To keep up the pace
To keep acting as if I care
To keep up with this façade
To get out of bed
To eat, drink and sleep
Why should I even bother to keep on breathing the very air into my lungs?
Because it is hard bothering
It is hard to care when that part of you drags you down into the depth
It is hard to give a dam when you don’t give one, nor want to
It is difficult caring for others
When you care very little about yourself
I feel little or nothing at all when you complement me
I feel little or nothing at all when you insult me
I feel nothing
The complements are full of false hope
The complements are at times full of hope
Though I fail to deliver
But I guess that was maybe why I was placed on this world
I was set up to fail
I was programmed to have little or no hope and confidence for myself
I had a heart once. I had a heart once. I don't know when I lost it, all I know is that it was sometime ago. I believe it happened while one evening I was touring the roads on my bike. Feeling the wind through my hair, hearing it as it roared by my bare ears.
I love the way the leather grips feel under my tight fingers, or how the motor purrs between my legs. The heavy intoxicating smell of sun heated tar of the road. I will admit the odd sharp speck to the face every time a lone bug collides with me in the rush is unsettling but the whole idea that I know I'm looking cool is enough to keep me calm. Yup, heart racing fast it was definitely still there.
I sped through a small town like the jackass I am. Making the women scream and the men yell. The buildings were nice. they looked old and kinda made the town look like it was made out of toys.A little tinker town where the people are always moving.yeah,but I sped through it. That's when I believe it happened.
Racing down the sea side run. Fee
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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