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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
TrivelaJanice rushed towards the dome wall. Well, I guess rushing is not really the word. She limped towards the dome, shifting her weight to her good foot, painfully proceeding towards her destination. She limped faster than she was running minutes ago, then she splayed her hands on the glass and gazed sadly at the crack as it grew and grew until it seemed to stop at about 30cm. She sighed and lowered her head and just stood there, her hands on the transparent walls, framed by the red sand outside. Sitting on the gray thing we insisted on calling ‘grass’ despite our better judgment, I wanted to tell Janice it was all going to be okay. I wanted to tell her it was a superficial crack and that I would fix it in the morning, before I did my rounds checking the air conditioning. It would take me just a few minutes and it wasn’t a big deal, it could wait until the morning, it was just a matter of using a liquid neoplexiglass gun to refill it. The dome was built to withstand a lot
The Collector (TF)Tammy leaned in closer to the birdcage before her, some of her brown locks dangling before her face. It was her first time in this shop, and she had already fallen in love with one of their birds for sale. “Oh, what a cute little parrot! You’re adorable, aren’t you?”
To her surprise, the bird looked at her with wide, fearful eyes. “Run aww-ARK-ay!”
Tammy blinked, taking a fearful step back. What? She knew birds could speak, but there was something to its tone, something to its eyes. She looked at them closer, seeing something almost human in them. “What’s going on?” She asked, even as some distant memory triggered a sense of danger that sent chills down the girl’s back.
“Naaa-AWRK! Tuurk late, too late! Ru-uun!” The bird stammered, looking over Tammy’s shoulder. She whirled, finding a woman in robes standing behind her with a mischievous
Werehog Story 20Tails heart rate was getting faster and faster, as quickly as the creature that was once his friend, drew closer. The fox was tiring out rather quickly. He has to get back to the others, maybe they already found the Master Emerald by now. Maybe they can restrain Sonic.....maybe...
He ducked under a branch, still headed in the direction of the Thorndykes, where surely, everyone was waiting for them. A loud snap and the branch that he just ducked under just as the werehog flew passed him. But still clipping him in his injured arm, yelping in pain but he kept running, not taking the chance to stop. Time seemed to strech on as his heart keeps on racing.
A howl issues behind him. Just a bit further. He can make it. Tails burst out into the courtyard of the Thorndykes, he almost cried with glee.
He raced for the doors then looks back and sees nothing.
Where was Sonic?
Suddenly something large and heavy landed on his back, knocking him off guard and caused him to skid on the ground. He yelled
Amazon Arrow vs. Steel-SoulAmazon Arrow - Quest for Power Entry:
Encounter with a Soul of Steel
The evening moon slowly began to rise into the evening as the empowered Amazon Arrow followed her latest mystical cue to a new city. Ever since draining the hidden oracle abilities of that arcane mage some time ago, she had kept herself on course as those powers guided her to her next objective. Although a tiny part of her mind still called at her to stop this overzealous quest to become stronger by draining the powers of villains AND heroes, Chryseis kept on seeking the level of power she needed... for what was to come.
Presently, Chryseis landed on a rooftop in the downtown area of Chicago, and looked about for her latest prey. Her assimiliated mystical gift had told her that something was going to present itself in this area for her to challenge and defeat, but exactly what that was, her appropriated gift had not shown her. Not to mention, after finding and easily defeating that tactical suit-clad human, many of he
Outlawed: part 3
The Road of Law was much like the other Vasthii streets they had been through, with a wide, dusty boulevard lined on either side by earth-colored cylindrical buildings. But here the buildings were larger, towering over the street with spiky, hornlike protrusions that jutted from above the windows and at the edge of the balconies, giving the thoroughfare a predatory atmosphere. The pedestrians too seemed, if not more intimidating, at least a bit more pompous, with their reptilian snouts held high and a good deal of gold dangling from their wardrobe.
Flyspur and Dr. Cloud walked down the center of the street, trying to follow the directions the shop owner had given them. They were looking for The Keepers of the Lock, a building that apparently held all the information for the detention center, they had been told to look for an identifying sign and blue
Venom/Elfen Lied: Venomous Vectors Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty Two: Final Battle Part 2
Everyone was stunned to what has happened. Kaede, potentially one of the most dangerous superhumans on earth, has bonded to the Venom symbiote, an alien organism that is said to potentially become a planetary plague. And her she is ready to fight off the symbiotically/cybernetically enhanced Kakuzawa.
"What'sss wrong Kakuzawa?!" Kaede hissed "What happened to all that talk about being a god?!"
"B-big sis?" Kokoro approached to his sister with an understandable amount of fear.
"Sssstay back..." Kaede says as the symbiote flows off her face, looking to her brother with the eyes of a sister "...and find somewhere to hide."
"Kaede, can you control it?" Flash asks Kaede as he knows how hard it is to control the symbiote.
"As long it can help be finish Kakuzawa..." Kaede says coldly as the symbiote flows over her face "...I could care lessss."
Getting over his fear, Kakuzawa eyes becam
Spending the day with CharlisaEsau Abraham followed Charlisa Brant down the hall of one of the nursing homes in Angel Falls. He was spending the day with his frequent partner. Right now she was taking him to meet the oldest living member of her family, her great-grandfather. She stopped by a door with a placard that said ‘Joseph River’. She turned to Esau and said, “Here we are,” before knocking once and entering. “Hey, great-gramps, we’re here.”
“And early for once,” the elderly man replied. He was laying in bed. “Come on and give me a hand up.” She helped him sit up, and then put her hands under his armpits and helped him transfer to his wheelchair. He looked over at Esau and said, “And you must be Charlisa’s friend.”
“Yes, sir. I’m Esau Abraham,” he said as he stepped over to the older man and offered his hand.
Joseph took it and shook it. “Nice to meet you. And don’t call me ‘sir’. I was
LoE The Blackest Night = Bad Moon Rising
Aquastria; The Coral Castle of King Leo shortly before dawn six days after the Battle of Appleoosa.
"Are your instructions clear?" The old royal seapony asked, his voice sounding like a rumbling undersea volcano. The officers of the court floated next to the resting king who faced eight seaponies clad with the gold and silver bands and harnesses of the diplomatic service of the Kingdom of Aquastria.
"Yes majesty. Perfectly clear." Whirlpool replied. She closed her eyes and began reciting from memory her mission. "The royal envoy is to proceed to Manehatten and with aid of our magic wielders and the unicorns, then proceed to Canterlot where I am to give the Royal Sisters your majesty’s plea for aid against the monsters."
"Highness? Would not a pegasus messenger be more rapid? The Island of Feather Glow has a number of them from the Equestrian Guard for such messages."
The king nodded and gazed into Whirlpool's eyes. "An envoy is needed to show just how desperate
The MessageBefore the escape
In preparation for that night’s activities, Mike locked himself in his lab and sat down at his desk. He adjusted the collar of his lab coat and surreptitiously triggered the remote he’d sewn into the collar. It sent out a burst signal that activated devices attached to the cameras in the lab. Anybody watching the cameras would see him at his bench, working on MIMIC.
Mike rubbed his eyes a few times and then ran his hands down his face to scratch his beard. He’d been planning this for much longer than he’d told Julius because he knew Julius would not be able to keep the plan secret for more than a day or two. So he’d had time to come to grips with the fact that he’d most likely be dead before the day was through. But, he consoled himself with the fact that his contributions to the world would live on in MIMIC.
He turned on the camera that sat next to his computer, straightened his hair, and then hit Record.
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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