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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
Penelope's First Oreo"Seriously? You've never had one?"
"Oh shush, just pass me that already."
Penelope, nestled in the couch next to her full-bellied roommate, took the joint she was passed between two fingers and took a long hit, handing it back to Shelby as she held her breath for a few moments and then slowly exhaled. Shelby's stomach groaned contently as the overstuffed girl stroked it, palm running up and down the side of its bulging surface, the impressive gut swollen out over her thighs and packed to the brim with -
"Oreos, Pen, they're like the food of the gods. I really can't believe you've never eaten one."
"Yes, well," Penelope sighed, the slender girl kicking back, setting her feet on the ottoman and giving Shelby's groaning gut a side glance. "You'll also notice that I don't currently look like I've swallowed a beachball."
"Aw, c'mon, loooook," Shelby held up the box of Oreos, the cream filled cookies just below Pen's nose. "They're Double Stuf!"
Penelope frowned and took the box, peering ove
Quantum EntanglementThe office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star.
“Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter.
“Here, sir,” I called back and hurried over to Doctor Lindborn.
“You’re late. Take this and get into the observation room. We need to prep you for entanglement.” A swipe across his tablet sent a chart from his screen to mine.
I nodded and left, weaving between rows of desks and technicians, towards the glass fronted room that would be my environment for the next week. Sutter was already there, leaning back in his chair, silver augment stretching across his brow, between his temples. Beyond him were a dozen identical chairs, each with its own attending techie.
Doctor Petrovyn entered behind me, and we were both whisked away to sep
An Original Transformation TG - Part 3An Original Transformation - Part 3
Talking with Fleur highlighted the difference in our voices, despite how feminine they both sounded to me. While Fleur’s voice had that original squeak in the background, only striking when her emotions spiked, mine sounded more mature. Fleur didn’t mind. As a tease, she played up a child-like parody of her voice which I couldn’t copy.
Threading the puff-ball trees which surrounded the wrought-iron outdoor benches, we made it to one of the last arcades left in the entire county. All that kept it going seemed to be the quirky transformation games in their lineup. At the front, Fleur pointed out the dancing game marked as partially-transformative. It was easily the best bang for our buck as two dollars would change my height for the rest of the evening until I fell asleep and it would also adjust my clothes.
I stood on the dance pad with my first genuine butterflies since the salon. I shifted my weight as Fleur pu
The Change of Sides - Ch. 3 - Meet the Cast “You don’t have to go.”
“I’m not wanted here. There’s no reason for me to stay.”
“He’s right Ty, let him go.”
“But it’s getting dark out. Seto, wait till morning!”
“I don’t care anymore.”
The man sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. He groaned and placed a hand on his chest as a pain shot through it. How’d he gotten it again? Of right, he’d been shot…
As the man remembered the previous night, he sat sidew
Untitled text :/-Personnalité ?
-Nous ne mesurons pas les gens en terme de personnalité, dit-elle gravement. Elle était debout dans sa robe noire, le capuchon relevé sur sa tête. Nous les mesurons en terme de masse, poursuivit-elle. Les gens sont des masses informes, répugnantes aux énergies puissantes. Dirigées de manière bien précise, ces énergies peuvent être destructrices. Il ne sert à rien de considérer l'individu. Ce n'est pas l'individu qui fait mouvoir ces énergies. C'est la masse. Et dans la masse, il n'y a pas de personnalité, il n'y a que des gens.
-La masse… La masse peut se retourner contre vous ! rétorqua-t-il violemment.
-La plèbe peut se retourner contre nous, pas la masse. Et la masse, c'est de l'énergie. C'est une pierre qui l'a dit.
-Mais peut-être que cette pierre a tort, car après tout, ce n'est qu'un caillou dans la mare.
-Il ne se
J.J.'s Diary, Day FiveJanuary 8th, 2188
So I broke my arm. Not my right arm, or else this would be really hard to read. While Grandma Jill was napping I got the ladder from the garage and propped against the back of the house, and climbed up with the broom and started trying to push the snow off. It was heavy and wet, not the light fluffy stuff, and when I started shoving some snow to the right of me, the ladder kinda tipped the other way and fell.
I grabbed the rung of ladder and held on, I don't know what I was thinking. The top of the ladder hit the breakdown box and my arm sort of bounced off it before I got dumped into the snow, so that's how it broke. It HURT.
I hit the 911 button on my phone and E-Services sent a hovercraft ambulance. I should have gone inside but it hurt so much I just sat there in the snow and cried. The EMTs said I could have died because of the shock and hypoth the cold, but I was okay once they got warming blankets around me and my arm set.
They woke up Grandma and she we
ShiftI was never like the rest. They could form their bodies into anything they desired, but I only could only morph into one thing. In this unfair world, your level of power was all that mattered. The more animals you could learn to master, the more powerful and famous you became. For me, I was near the bottom of this caste system. Although it was mostly a curse, it could also be a blessing at times. In the end, though, it would prove to be a life saver.
When I was young, I would keep my distance from the others as they became several different animals. A grown man - the same man - was all that I could shape-shift into. He was unknown to me, and the world as well. No one knew why he was the only one I could transform into. It was mostly useless except for times when I needed to be older in order to procure certain things.
As for the elders, they wouldn’t do anything to help people like me. Instead, they actually would kidnap people, put them in huge cages, and force them to fight to
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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