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GoneWhere did all the time go
Our pasts so different, but their scars the same
I see my own reflection when I look you in the eye.
I remember the days when wed be alone
We never had to speak, we knew the others thoughts
Those days are gone now or so you claim
But I refuse to give up hope.
Now youre far away and leave me
Longing for your touch again
That protective embrace, that tentative kiss
That I might have shunned at first
And here I lie, alone tonight
Cursing myself for my stubborn blindness
And wishing you were here with me
I miss your warmth, the way youd laugh
When Id play hard to get
But I know now that all the time you felt nothing but pain.
Now I wish you were here tonight
Here to whisper me to sleep
And hide me from the blackness of the night
But now youre gone to better things
Youll be back before you know it
But for me, it has already been an eternity.
I fall asleep and dream
Of that day we rested together amid the whispering t
Strike Hour: Chapter 2 Chapter 2
He woke to pain.
Qireis curtile, he thought miserably. What a fucking surprise.
He wished he had an alarm clock, like hed seen on the few occasions hed been above ground. He wished he could just roll over, smack the cause of his wakefulness and shut it up, so he could numb himself in sleep again. But no.
He lifted his head, a tremendous effort for his state, wincing at the pain that shot down his spine.
Still alive, a voice said somewhere above him. What a pity.
Fuck you, he managed, in a voice that sounded like gravel being scraped across a cheese grater, if that strong.
There was a laugh. Feisty. He forced his eyes open halfway and saw black combat boots. There was a scuff on the toe of the left boot. Probably from
Strike Hour: Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Eighty-one .eighty-two .eighty-three eighty-four She fell back to the floor, uncrossing her arms from her chest, breathing hard, staring at the cracks in the ceiling as she caught her breath after her second set of crunches. Her skin was slightly glossy with a thin sheen of sweat; the workout itself wasnt particularly intense for her, but the humid heat of the summer night was keeping her from cooling off. Locked up in this damned bedroom, she had nothing else to do. She could get out, if she wanted; shed rigged the lock a long time ago so that she could simply slip a bobby pin through between the door and the jamb and open the door. But shed let the people that passed for her foster parents have their satisfaction for now. They simply didnt have the time or patience to deal with her so they said, in reality, they were only busy wi
WTFWhat the hell is wrong with me?
I never thought you'd go the way of the others
Or rather, that I would treat you as such...
That I'd risk discovery and further torment
Just to hide with you for a while
And then I'd turn and run
I don't know if I'm afraid
Or what it is about me
You gave me a second chance. I fucked it up.
Every night I've cried myself to sleep, not often...
But every time wanting your touch and your protection
And now, faced with that, I fuck it up.
I'd say I wanted you back
But for what? For me to hurt you again?!
And now it's another one of those nights
Wishing I wasn't alone
But guilty now, because I know I'd probably run.
I'm wasting pain and almost tears on something I can fix
And therefore shouldn't lament - but can I really fix it?
I won't let myself cry for this
I've got no one to blame but myself.
And now I'm lost in my old melodramas again
Writing like echoes, without effect
And hating myself, but immune to the pain
And now it's another one of t
THINGEHAn eagle flown from burning nest,
Into a raging unknown storm
In search of calm and clear horizons
To warm her wings beneath seven suns.
A dark horse runs in a pitch-dark night,
Unbridled, fearing naught yet running
Running from shadows within itself
Running from darkness that plagues its noble head
Running from loneliness on a cold winters night
Running for love to finish the fight.
Fire and ice, a clashing of forces
To love to hate, to hate to love
A legend without a name,
A name without a legend
To join or to fight?
To love or to hate?
To fear or to trust?
To think is to die.
Innocence shattered and malevolence unpunished
Spurs the anger of an unsuspected friend
Outward young, inward ageless,
In vigilant sleep until her birth
Waiting for a subtle queen
To defend, her knight, her confidant.
Left to die in corrupting loneliness
With strength to survive, but only just
Hanging on to loves lost hope
Waiting for saving grace to rescue darkness.
A shadow captured is a Phantom t
Unnamed Thing - ProloguePrologue
His body ached like hell. He knew theyd beaten him to subdue him, but how badly? He couldnt feel his wings. He was blindfolded with some ungodly fabric that was itchy and smelled of motor oil.
He thrashed on the cold surface of the table and felt three of them throw their weight on him. Tranquilize him, a voice said from across the room. He uttered a low, guttural snarl and whipped his head around, sinking his fangs into the warm flesh of the arm behind him, tasting blood and biting down harder as the man screamed, trying to wrench him off. He set his teeth in and let his venom seep into the wound. Then there were fingers under his jaw and they unlocked his bite. He spat a bittersweet mix of blood and venom at his unseen enemies, hoping to get it in at least one unprotected eye, but heard no cry of pain and disgust. Damnit. He beat his wings furiously against the table, trying to fl
Random Red Midnight Creepiness Her feet were silent on the stone wall of the castle as she clung to the side of the tower, her eyes set on the window fifty feet above the ground. She hated heights, and she hated climbing without ropes, even though she was good at it. Shed learned quite a few things from Doom though, when it came to clinging to vertical surfaces.
Shed dropped all her gear except for eight throwing knives that she had hidden in her boots, which were currently tied together by the laces and strung over her shoulder so that her feet were bare and better able to grip the tiny ledges of the rocks in the side of the castle. Shed hide the knives elsewhere once she put her boots back on.
Morningstar winced at the combined scream and howl of a Phantom in pain from the apex of the tower, stopping her climb a few feet below the window. She didnt want to know what they were doing to him in there.
Poison - 2Poison - 2
Loosely inspired by [BEFERA] and Strike Hour.
I dont know why you hypnotize me
I dont know why I cant escape you
Why do you fascinate me
Why cant I break your stare
Youve become my oxygen
My burning, vital breath of air
Your rage is my storm and my phobia
Your sadness my agony and my despair
Your loneliness my starvation and my pain
Your happiness my triumph, my victory.
Your reputation is a shameful, cowardly lie
That conceals what you really are inside.
Just take me now
Just take me away from this lie thats my life
This perfect template of what Im supposed to be
Shatter its cruel iron for me
Shatter the mold like you shattered the stone
Around my naïve narrow mind.
I cant escape you.
I cant escape your loving choke hold
Youre in my blood like bittersweet venom
That puts me to sleep so I no longer know fear.
I know you can destroy me.
I know Im tangoing with death.
But you are my sweet poison.
You are th
Shatter - Final DraftS h a t t e r
There is a certain innocence to childhood, an innocence that, once it begins to fade into the chaotic tangle of responsibilities and realities of adulthood, we hardly notice until it is gone. We miss it when weve had some real-world experience to contrast with the utopia of childhood. As we fight to find our way, caught in that precarious balance between child and adult, we long for those days when a cookie could put a smile on our faces, when our greatest worries were something along the lines of whether we would be able to find the red crayon in the art box.
It would have been a lot easier for me and for most of the nation to grow up that slow, involuntary way in which we tend to forget that we were children once, until its too late. The knowledge of things like the economy, politics, and countless other real-world issues flood our minds, pushing that sterile, sugar-coated world of chi
The Oncoming Storm - Ch. 1 - Some Serious Nonsense The land of Minecraftia was silent, just like it normally was before a storm. The sky was bright, slowly beginning to turn orange as the sun dropped below the trees of the nearby forest.
From the distance, a low hum of voices could be heard. Muffled by a wooden door, they slowly grew louder until finally, Jason pushed open the door with a laugh. "Shut up, I wasn't that bad!" He said to Ty as he followed behind him. Instead of holding the door like Jason had for him, he walked past it, letting it fall shut.
"Yeah, you kinda were." He said, ignoring Sky as the door hit him in the face behind the two. "Dude you didn't even get past the second level."
"Yeah because it was hard!"
"That's what she said..." Sky mumbled as he rubbed his nose agitatedly.
Jason hit Sky in the back of the head, sending the commander a few feet forward. "Every damn time, Adam!" Jason laughed.
Sky smirked and rubbed th
STC: Bangkok Down: Prologue
December 23, 2268
From chaos into order was how Lieutenant Persis, the USS Bangkok’s science officer, had described the protosystem’s swirling disc of dust, gas, rock and newly-forming planets; and Captain Marcus Howard thought the lovely young Deltan had summed it up rather well. It was an awe-inspiring sight. Not to mention a dangerous one.
Tracking all the debris was a nigh-impossible task, and the Miranda class vessel was being continuously battered by chunks of rock that were bouncing off her shields. The helmsman was able to avoid the major bodies and dodge asteroids, but Captain Howard had Bangkok on yellow alert for a reason. While he could’ve kept his vessel completely out of harm’s way by staying at a safe distance, the ship was here to do an astronomical survey, and doing the job right sometimes means getting your hands dirty.
“Lieutenant Persis, how many plan
Infected - Ch. 10 "This is so stupid..." Tyler muttered as he trudged down the hall. It hurt him deep down. He always tried his very hardest to make other people happy. Yeah, maybe he wasn't good for anything else! Maybe he was good for absolutely nothing!
Tyler let out a loud growl and punched the nearest white wall. He froze. "Ow..." He sank to his knees on the metal floor as he shook out his hand. "That was really dumb..."
He sighed and stood up again, hanging his head. "Oh, who were god damn kidding.." He said to himself. "You were a goner from the start. You're just a useless screw-up and you always have been..."
"Poor thing, your friends abandoned you didn't they?" Tyler spun around. His eyes widened. "Oh god, not you..."
Lewis grinned evilly and held out the bottle of flux. "Looking for something?"
Tyler tried to snatch it out of his hand, but Lewis tossed it back over his head before he could grab it.
InaniMates“Hey, Donny—you okay?” Beth hugged my arm tightly, smiling up at me kindly. Whatever apprehension I’d felt a minute ago was quickly washed away with love, and I tilted my head down to kiss her on her forehead. She was a gorgeous girl, a little bit short, cure freckles going nicely with her deep auburn hair. She always had an air of innocence about her, even in this fetish convention.
I mean, it sounds crude, but that’s what TransCon is, isn’t it? This year was its opening, and from the description alone, you could tell that it wasn’t exactly... normal. “TransCon 2014! TransFun has decided to open up a convention to exhibit the latest and greatest in transformative technologies! From our simple vials to the chambers that started it all, we are proud to exhibit both our technologies and those of any other companies. Enter at your own leisure—but know you might not leave the convent
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.3Coruscant, Office of the Supreme Chancellor
“And you're quite certain our own forces will be unaffected?” the Supreme Chancellor inquired as he examined the floating diagram before him.
“Oh yes Supreme Chancellor,” Doctor Sionver Boll trilled excitedly. “So long as our forces do not have any electronics in the immediate blast area they will be unaffected. There is zero fallout from this weapon and they can move in immediately!”
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine nodded and smiled at the bivall scientist.
“I believe you shall have your field test soon Doctor, our forces on Malastare are not fairing as well as they should, and I believe your bomb may make the difference.”
The bivall's eyes lit up excitedly. “A field test under combat conditions? Truly? Oh that would be excellent Supreme Chancellor!”
“It shall be arranged immediately then, I will assure the appropriate escort is assigned to you and contact the in theater co
Shatter Me - Ch. 7 - The Blood of The End I thought Jack had lost his mind. He hardly ever said anything when he used to join me and the team on missions - even back when we didn't really have a team. He was always just there for support - for a quick teleport out if things got bad.
Ren... No, Adrian right? Or was it Enderlox? Oh my god why is this so confusing?!
Enderlox froze mid step. Jack smiled. So that's why he'd done it. He had seen the kid and known that he'd be fine because the Lord of The End would never be cruel in his presence.
His son, or Zek as I would find out later, stared at his father in confusion. "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Working on business, little one." Enderlox replied. He smiled tiredly. "It's late. Go back to bed."
Zek looked at us with piercing red eyes. "Who are these people?" He asked. "They're from the overworld, aren't they?"
"Yes, and I'll tell you all about it later." Enderlox said. "Now go on bac
Captain America: Legacy, Part IICaptain America: Legacy Part II
Characters belonging to Marvel Comics
Story and Script Daniel Kalban
Captain America et al belongs
to Marvel Entertainment
It is 1941. Abraham Erskine is writing in his journal. He is in his office, a rather Spartan room that mainly serves as a place to store papers and research. It is night. Erskine looks tired.
Caption: 1941. The location of Project Rebirth
Abraham Erskine: *narrating* I was rescued from a living hell on Earth, my genius tapped to create super soldiers to combat an evil never seen on this Earth. My original proposal was a specialized diet and exercise, it was rejected.
Erskine looks over at a test tube of liquid.
Abraham Erskine: *narrating* Hence Project Rebirth, a serum designed to bring out the most in mankind’s potential in combination with
Something Alien about Love Part 3
Battle woke up a few minutes later laying on a floral printed sofa in a living decorated with basic old lady stuff. He tried to sit up but he had a throbbing head ache so he laid back down. The lady walked in about a minute later and was surprised he was awake.
“Oh you woke very fast it’s only been 30 minutes” She smiled. Battle stared at her blankly and confused just waiting for her to explain why he was here. “Well anyways E.1. Welcome to your new home. I’ll show you around in a bit but first I have to go pick up the others from school.” Her perky voice was not very amusing it was more annoying to Battle especially with a head ache. He kind of got an answer from that sentence before she walked out of the door but also Battle thought it was strange that he was alone. He thought for a second then he heard a noise from upstairs and realized maybe there was someone else in the house and being the curious person he is he ignored his head ache and went t
Random Snip 1He became more fascinated with her each passing day. Every day he watched her, he became more addicted not in a desiring way, but out of curiosity, the same addiction that she held for him. She did not know exactly what he thought of her, nor did he know exactly what she thought of him (but he could safely assume that she was afraid of him.) Her name was as legendary as his own, at least in his eyes she epitomized power, intelligence, and outright daring, in a slightly less dark manner than himself. He wondered if he had the same respectful fear of her as she had for him, but since he had never been able to pry into her mind unlike so many others whose thoughts hed been able to read like a book he could never answer that question for sure.
There was an air of strength around her. The way she walked as she moved around the base, upright, her slender frame held proud and tall, her deep hazel eyes locking confidently on the eyes of anyone who looked towar
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