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UntitledI shut my eyes
expecting the veil of reality
to be lifted from this dream
but I open them
and there you are
still there, still here
your kind words
soft skin reflecting sunlight
and I know
I'm still dreaming
dreaming this reality
Untitled The last bit of fiery-orange blaze poked out from the descending clouds and darkness, an omen that struck fear into everything it engulfed. The birds, the insects... even the trees and the flowers seem to be reduced to silence and an eerie stillness. Perhaps nature feared the dark or quite possibly already found its subtle position of neutrality among the horrors that crept over every hill and blade of grass.
A work of fiction, quite truly, it was. Something yanked from the silver screen of Hollywood and slapped down into the ordinary, but quite real, lives of ordinary people. Friends and families, typically awoken to the ambient noise of life, were rudely smitten down by the silent hand of death.
But, the thing was, death wasn't finished with its victims. A black shadow cast forth across every suburban road to the last nook and cranny of the city ghettos. Not many folk were spared by the cards dealt by fate, but even still, some managed to wager a gre
BurdenI remember when I first arrived,
our faces gleaming with hope.
We were the happiest.
Now? We're still here.
But we're burdened. I'm burdened.
Hope still lingers,
but is all but vanished.
As a whole
our very instinct of self-preservation
drives us to the brink of madness.
and overwhelming greed.
Infect the living soul
and condemn the already dead being.
Every breath is a mistake.
But we chose this.
We choose to live sickly,
to infect others with our selfishness.
And we expect change.
Change? What change?
satisfying taste of crimson lips
bead of sweat
dripping water falls
of tempting desire.
As if love wasn't seductive enough
her bosom bore no sign of retreat
Her arms wrapped around me
her skin comforted the pores
Soft as the calmest lake
and a sunset,
A sunset like no other.
Profound yet troubling
A smooth darkness garnished
with fiery light
Do I embrace lust
or fear it?
RP Stat Sheet 2[PLAYER STATS]:
Conversion: 4,000 per Piece
[CANNOT BE HARMED BY]:
Gender: Female (Super-Girly)
Height: 2' 8"
Weight: 32 lbs
Body Intregity: 11 year old
Breast Size: A [to start] but mostly C
Hair: Not Really Hairy
Tail Length: 20 ft
Intellegence: Slightly better sometimes
Art Skills: 11 (Very Good)
Success in Life: Mediocre
Current DNA: 50% Monkey 49% Anime Girl 1% Will
***REVIVES***: 16 revives
- Megas XLR; knows exactly what I want to do; Zeyphr Z4; Old person sedan spaceship; 12 warp; DeLux Leather (not) seat, smells like smoke; 200 extra keys. Huge trunk. 1 spare hover disc. Audio system, only Old People disc. Hologram Butler AI (GPS sort of, Jeeves).
- Tr0n Jumpsuit [Purple Lights] [10 pcs of armor] [Black] [ 12 hours air, 200 hours air regen time ] [ Hoodie Pockets, 2 x; but can conjoin hands in middle. ]
- Thneed [Everything] [Yellow] [Steampunk Goggles; Makes me Look Stylish]
- Pink Latex
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
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
TMNT A Forced Duty Ch. 2Chapter 2
The turtles followed Splinter and Yoshi as they explained what exactly they were going to be doing.
“Basically, you will be almost following the princesses everywhere they go. They are your responsibility to protect. You aren't servants, although you may help them if you please,” Yoshi explained as they made their way to the personal guards armory. “You shall wear simple but sturdy leather armor. And each of you will wear a bandana that represents each province. Raphael, you shall wear red for Camrithia. Leonardo you shall wear blue for Sakurn. Michelangelo you will wear orange for Ounum. And Donatello you shall wear purple for Syralia.”
“And what of Fandreen?” Donatello asked.
Emperor Yoshi smiled, “The Main Commander has a young guard that will take care of that province. You will be meeting him soon. The princesses should be here at any moment, for tonight they will bathe, eat, then retire for the night. Nothing to difficult.
PDMU July Errand: ClensingThe forest was livid with various pokes, and for many of them it was a satisfying act of selfless kindness, Barnett and Dimtail were not one of those pokes. Barnett sat on a stump, looking intently at Dimtail, his reason for being here. He watched as the massive zigzagoon arranged saplings in a ring, taking excruciating detail each and every one of them. “So what is the significance of the saplings arrangement? It certainly is not for future loggers, it will make it impossible not to have them fall into each other.”
“Da ring is ah portah to dah Otherside.” Said Dimtail as he looked over his work “Like the one made of stone you constructed for the story.” “Yurs, but dis time it’s for complrtlah different purpuss.” Barnett said no more, simply sitting back as Dimtail bit his paw, drawing blood. He went to each sapling and drew a strange symbol with his claw, using his blood for ink. When he was done with that he went to the center, dr
Youx(My oc)You woke up in a hurry, sweating hard. It was dark in your room, you can not see your own hand. The sound of a window breaking brought you out of your bed, not only you hand a nightmare and now you had someone in your house. You reached to open your door, but someone grabs you pushing you against the wall. You try to scream out for help but a hand covers your mouth. You could see the outline of a muscle man, he was looking at your door. It slightly opens the sound of ringing came in your ears. It burned so bad, you fall to your knees and look up just in time to see the man and this strange white/blue magic. You grow weak and fall to the ground from the ringing and pass out.
When you awake, you were on the floor of some strange room. Out side the door you could hear two voices.
“Snow why did you bring this (Your name)here?” An older sounded voice says.
“ (Your name) was about to get eating my a bloodhound.”“How do they know your name?” You tho
The Masters LamentDoctor.... My old friend... My worst enemy....
It was always supposed to end this way wasn't it?
A great war.... Losing so many that you cared about...
You lost your family, your home, and your companions..
You even lost your best friend...
But that's okay.
You're going to save the day.
You always do.
But you can't save everyone, Doctor...
Someone is always going to die, it's the rule of life.
But one cannot help but wonder why it has to be this way...
You finally found another Time Lord.... Only to learn that he was far too corrupt for you to save him.
And when you finally get through to him....
Doctor, my old friend...
As I lay here in your arms you know that I am dying...
You're begging me to regenerate, but I just can't, Doctor.
If I were to stay here, I would never be happy..
It would be pure hell for me...
Please, Doctor, don't be sad..
You'll meet others who will travel with you.
What's one sorry excuse for a Time Lord like me compared to the friendship of your Compa
'Nother Steam Conversation As WellSpartanZeus: hello
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Hi.
SpartanZeus: I found a new character on the internet that defy logic
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Yeah?
SpartanZeus: Stu Pidface
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Oh I know him.
SpartanZeus: I looked him up on Tf2 freakshow wiki
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Yeah?
SpartanZeus: It says that "Stu Pidface's abilities defy all logic and explanation. There seems to be no limit to what he is capable of doing. He can fly, teleport, fit inside tiny containers, summon objects from thin air (ranging from miscellaneous props, to people, to mountains of explosives), expand any part of his body, eat anything, make things spontaneously combust, turn people into inanimate objects, stick to any surface, lift and throw things many times his own size, defy gravity, and much more."
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Yeah, that's him.
SpartanZeus: Imagine him vs Bobobo
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: That'd be a catastrophe.
SpartanZeus: G-Mod vs. Youtube Poop?
LFA - Shorties 15Lord Fear Adventures
One Last Meeting
Saressa Yandell turned off the light before slowly closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. Feeling that all was calm she breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned her back against the door. After all she went through in a matter of hours she decided that it was a fine time to relax. However, she wasn’t the only person in the room. A part of her sensed that there was another presence in the room.
On instinct she reach for her particle magnum and scanned the room. It was plain and simple looking room, containing the usual furniture and appliances. Saressa then saw the newcomer sitting in a swivel chair at the desk in the darkened corner of the room. The former Time Agent walked over to the figure and held the gun to his head as she ordered, “Turn around so I can see you.”
The figure turned on the lamp at the desk and spun around in the chair. Dressed in a long red coat, extraordinary long scarf and helme
Femme FataleThe uproar had climaxed to a chaotic murmur of violence;
her voice did nothing but antagonize the beasts,
cursing and chanting, biting and shoving.
Her voice cooed,
seducing the simple minded into an ape-like rage;
they'd sign their own death-warrants.
The laws were in place to keep control,
not to display compassion from the State;
did they not know?
The crowd threw themselves at the front-lines,
disregarding law and order,
passing crude judgement as they swayed against it.
Mist and smoke met plastic slugs,
and steel embraced beast.
The mob charged its captors,
like a horde of intoxicated animals;
a chill voice overhead barking obscenities.
There was no turning back now;
bitter rage spurred anxious violence,
and she did nothing but grin as revenge became a forced option.
Her hand was not on the gun,
but her desire made puppets of her men;
their anger and hatred was shared.
A gift only a mad man would cherish,
but had yet become the corner stone of the iron grasp.
Flashes of discontent
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