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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
Unwanted Bonds - 9
Only after he had made sure Donatello was well-fed and safely tucked into bed, Leonardo allowed himself to sit back down in his room and review the last few hours.
What a mess.
For several minutes, it was the only thought he was able to come up with.
The whole situation was a sad, chaotic mess. And in the midst of it, there was Raphael, calm and quiet and almost impassive about it all.
His passionate, hot-headed brother hadn't yelled in days, hadn't gotten angry, barely even showed that he was upset at all. Instead, he tended to the baby with a dedication and a patience that put Leonardo's own to shame.
Everything in Leonardo screamed in alarm, louder and louder the more he pondered it.
The uncomfortable tautness of his neck promised another headache to come and Leonardo let himself fall back onto his mattress, closing his eyes. For a second, the oldest brother found himself disoriented, thrown out of his rhythm. He knew it was... no, actually, he had no clue what time it was.
Trust Machines - Cassiopeia 1Trust Machines - Cassiopeia 1
Cass watched as her friend strutted her stuff on the stage. She’d watched Tara in every amateur theatre play she’d done, but this was the first time she’d been backstage for it. She’d seen how Tara could pour herself into a character before, and putting on the blonde wig for her turn as Alice had been no different. Tara owned the stage, and Cass smiled proudly as she declaimed her way through the monster soliloquy that the director had added just for her.
Brian the stagehand approached her then. “Scene’s almost done. Ready for your big part?”
Cass chuckled at that. When Tara had finally dragged her into coming to audition with her, Cass hadn’t gotten a part. But she had been asked if she wanted to help backstage, and had agreed to help Old Frankie with the props. The kindly silver-haired woman had taken her under her wing, and she learned a lot about stagecraft,
Here For You (Jain) It was always fun when Jack visited the base. The entire team would take as much time off from training as they could and they'd hang out almost all night. Every time, Jack would crash in Kevin's quarters, whether he had the Lieutenant's approval or not.
Sometimes Kevin would wake up for training some random day and there the Ender hybrid was. Curled up at the end of his bed like he was just meant to be there.
One of these times, Kevin found something out he didn't really want to know.
Kevin had had an exhausting day and decided to turn in early, knowing he would have another early day tomorrow. He pulled off his usual armor and boots and flopped onto his bed in his long sleeved white shirt and brown pants without bothering to change.
He sighed and sat down on the floor by his desk. "G'night..." He murmured in exhaustion and curled up right there on the floor, falling asleep almost instantly.
He had been
Battalia: SunshineThe team that set forth from the Derelict Industries base had been on the road for a week, having taken some time to ensure they had a steady means of transportation. Two had been developed, the first being a vehicle Chase and a few of the REND scientists had created.
Based on Chief Beil’s own vehicle, the one dubbed “Joyride” was made so the Battalia could fit in comfortably and drive it. At the moment Eva was flying above the machine, while Chase drove.
“Chase, are we close to where Graveyard was last seen?”
“Yeah, we’re near Agleam, the city of bright ideas.” Chase said, pointing to a figure in the distance. They had gone from a wasteland area to one where grass was starting to grow. The place looked elegant and almost like a utopia, with tall white skyscrapers and proper roads. It was far more polished looking than Mechanicsville, though the town was growing quite well.
“City of bright ideas? That sounds a bit arrogant.” C
Shatter Me - Chapter Three - Clanker It felt so weird, having my goggles on my head again. I kept wanting to reach up and take them off, but… I kinda liked it. Gah, who was I kidding, I really liked it. I missed this so much. And all of my friends... It was good to see Venom being all sarcastic and Ginger being his ginger-y self.
I walked down the hallway beside Wolf in Kevin in a daze. I saw Seto walking towards the library excitedly, and Ty teaching some new recruits Parkour101 as we passed the training hall. Jerome was with Mitch in the mess hall again, the two having a food fight and laughing. Oh my god, Jerome was laughing. With Mitch.
As I walked, I couldn’t stop smiling and only one thought circulated through my mind.
It was so good to be home.
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.1A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away....
The Clone Wars: Pyrrhic Victory
The Galactic New Year approaches as the Clone Wars rage on throughout the galaxy. With neither side able to gain the upper hand while both Confederacy and Republic forces consolidate their gains and push against the defenses of their foes. It seems that for every step forward the Grand Army of the Republic gains, they must either take three steps back as they brace against the Separatist assault or find that the Separatists have outmaneuvered them. Still, there is hope in perseverance and with new ships and new armies joining their ranks with each passing day, hope remains that a crushing blow may yet be struck.
On the planet Malastare, one such victory is hoped for as both sides throw more and more forces into the fray. Having allied themselves with the Dug inhabitants of the planet, the Republic hopes to drive the Separatists from the resource rich planet and ensure that its precious fuel supplies
Heroes Aren't Born - Ch. 7 - Blast Off? "So where did you come from?" Duncan asked. "Really?"
"What are you talking about?" Lewis retorted. "I told you last night, remember?"
"No you didn't." Duncan said. "You just asked me if I believe in life on other worlds..." His voice trailed off and he stopped walking.
Lewis stopped a few feet ahead of him with the ghost of a smirk crossing his lips. "Thought you'd figure it out. I'm starting to think you're even smarter than me."
Duncan stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, then he let out a small, "Huh..." And the corner of his mouth twitched up into an astonished smile. "I always wanted to meet an alien. Ever since I was a kid."
"Well... I think the term, 'alien' is rather harsh..." Lewis turned and continued walking down the path in the woods. Duncan ran up and fell in step beside him again. The pair of them had been walking for several hours now; it was nearing sunset by now.
Thalia's Tale - Ch. 28 - Back to Base "How long have you been gone, sir?" Thalia asked.
Ethan gave her a distasteful look.
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, no sir..." Ethan and the group which had set out to rescue him had walked back to the base and were headed down the hall. She looked back at him again. "So what does that make you?"
Ethan nodded to where Jack walked a few feet ahead of him. Thalia raised one eyebrow. "...Ender?"
Ethan shook his head.
"He means a rogue." Jack said without looking up. He let out a sharp sigh and stopped walking, turning to face the others. "And speaking of which, I'd best be off."
"Wait, what?" Kevin asked suddenly. "Where are you going?"
"Oh I dunno. Might travel a bit. I was thinking Roma might be nice." Jack replied mildly.
"Dude, I thought you'd stick around. Like since we were all friends now." Kevin said.
Jack smiled grimly. "Told you before, Jeck." H
The TouristThe tour had lasted the better part of the day and the hostess was beginning to grow tired of one of the tourist’s questions. He was constantly interrupting her spiels, speaking in an odd fashion, and seemed unnaturally preoccupied with the various superheroes of the city. Every time one of them was mentioned, he’d have a half-dozen or more questions about them. It was beginning to wear her down and she was glad that they were approaching the last stop of the tour, The Guardians HQ.
She plastered a big smile on her face and stood up from where she’d been sitting as the double-decker bus rocked back and forth after coming to a stop. “And last, but most certainly not least, here we have the Headquarters of Angel Falls most prominent super-team, The Guardians.”
The tour guide sighed inwardly and looked at the serious young man that was standing and looking at her. “Yes sir?”
“We were simply curious about the members
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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