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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
Tragic CoupleTragic Couple
Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
The Good Old Days At this point, Skylord Lysander found himself banging his head repeatedly down on the table in front him in boredom. Quietly, of course. He mustn't disturb the Admirals as they debated about the air lights on... And on... And on...
He let out a sigh and let his head rest against the large round conference table. He heard a groan from beside him. "Why do the annual meetings have to be so damned long?!" Lysander turned his head to the right as Skylord Amber looked to her left. Before the two even made eye contact, the knew they were thinking the same thing.
"I'll tell you what..." Lysander sucked in a quick breath as he straightened up, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the Admirals. "When I make Admiral, I'm gonna change up the meetings so they last one day and they'll have pizza. Shiploads of it."
"Ooh ooh, and those neat drink machines that they have in the movies!" Skylord Vimes added excitedly f
Trina's Monkey BusinessDay 0:
Where to begin? Well, one of the top-recommended things people had for me to become was a monkey. Which is more than a little lucky, since my keyboard hasn’t shipped to me—I’d imagine that having some opposable thumbs will come in handy with the typing.
I took the vial a little an hour ago, so there’s nothing yet to see changed. But give it a little bit of time... Anyways, you know what’s coming next, some good old fashioned TF! Hope you guys are ready, because I know I can’t wait!
It’s great to be back! -Trina
I took the serum yesterday, and as expected, today I feel... Odd. Like, I’ve shrunk a little bit, and my legs look like they’ve grown a coat of fur. Isn’t that weird? I didn’t think that I’d first be changing into a primate, but I have to admit, I think I kind of like the idea. Monkeys and humans aren’t that far apart an
The Potentially Mad Scientist It had been my dream to join the army ever since I first saw them fighting. I was at the Massacre of Shard City - I watched as my entire village was murdered when I was only seven years old. Me and my parents got out okay, but not many others did.
And the only reason I was still alive was because of them; the Sky Army. A bunch of recruits saved us. They were fast and strong and smart; they were heroes. And as soon as they knew we were okay, they all ran back into battle to try to save some more lives. One of them even saved my goat - Lucius (I call her Lucy).
That was the day I knew. I wanted to be just like them. I wanted to grow up and fight for Minecraftia just like them. I wanted to learn how to use a sword and do that jumping stuff they could do with the backflips and I wanted to learn how to protect my family.
From that day on, I spent almost the whole day every day researching; learning all I could about them so one day I cou
A Tiny Misunderstanding Pirate England x Reader 10
As you walked down the streets next to Antonio you felt everyone's eyes on you. People were whispering as you passed by them and it was making you very uncomfortable. As you glance at the people you feel Antonio take you a hold of your hand.
"Don't worry. People are just blown away by how beautiful you look." Antonio smile causing you to blush slightly. You really weren't use to such complaints. Most of your life you have been treated as one of the guys. Then again this is your first time in a dress like this.
"Where is Francis and everyone else?" You asked in a small voice hoping to change the conversation. It was weird how clothe can effect ones mood.
"They went to go check on why Jack is here. If he is here it means trouble. We should be leaving as soon as we can." The Spaniard said with a serious face. Sighing you wished you could find Arthur. Ever since your run in with Jack you've been feeling uneasy. Something about that guy was oddly familiar but when you tried to th
SWtCW: Broken Home pt. 1Star Wars
The Clone Wars: Broken Home
Having completed their mission to Nar Shaddaa, Jedi Master Kahan and Commander Aira-ty Nokta rejoin their command to find Kahan's old friend Master Guo-Jia waiting for him, having taken temporary command of the 13th Assault Corps after losing most of her own forces. The reunion is tarnished however when Aira-ty finds that her sister, Shaira-na, is aboard the Guardian having been rescued by the Wolf Pack from slavery. Confronted with a reminder of her long forgotten family, Aira-ty learns that her homeworld is no longer the paradise it once was and much has changed.
Torn between duty and a feeling of needing to prove herself, she resolves to return to her homeworld in an attempt to set things right only to find that she will not be alone on her personal quest. The allies she has made in the past months of combat stand fast besides her in defiance of orders and embark on her private mission alongside her into contested territory far beyond Republic s
SWtCW: Broken Home pt. 2Republic space, aboard the Republic star destroyer Guardian
Aira-ty palmed open the door of her quarters and stopped in the doorway to star at the woman sitting on her bunk. The flaming red hair curling around her features looked nothing like Aira-ty's own long sea green hair though and she looked at Aira-ty with a pair of vertically slit green eyes. Aira-ty had only seen her adoptive sister once just after leaving the Jedi Order, years and years ago. Then she'd seen her parents playing happily with their new daughter and it had broken Aira-ty's heart. Instead of coming home to her family, she'd fled. Maybe that had been a stupid decision, but she'd made it and here they were.
Shaira-na stood up from the bed and looked at Aira-ty with a frown as she examined the red beskar'gam Aira-ty wore.
“I can't believe it.” she murmured as she shook her head. “After all they'd told me...everything they'd said about you...and this is all you are.” she waved her hand. “
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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