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Prologue. Free write.The wind lashed at the window pane as rain continued it's attack on the earth below, an oak tree that was standing tall against the storm scratched at the glass. The storm grew louder and louder in the streets that night.Prologue. Free write. by QuotationRaven
Only ghosts walked the paths and no cars dared to roam. Cats in alleyways yowled and scattered to find shelter as dogs retreated into their owners nests.
The wind and the rain whirled around, as thunder growled and lightning cracked. It shadowed other sounds, a girls scream, a door slam, window smash and car engine sparking to life.
Then silence once more as the sky continued it's attack upon the earth.
When The Bough BreaksMedusa flowed premenstrual dysphoria through her messy head and Zeus caught tuberculosis and coughed up blood.When The Bough Breaks by BackShelfSouvenir
And I stood with a hand stretched out, splitting the stream while passing out slippery handshakes.
Where are you going to hide, when the sun refuses to shine?
Probably chilled to your broken bones trying to produce a bent spine.
Tainted pierce from a sadistic cupid crooked arrow.
Last shot administered rapidly to help implement the hounds.
Whoosh and thud. Knowing no bounds.
Sailed out into the red tide and reached dry land just to watch as that ark began to sink.
I was a message in a bottle, but abandoned the SOS to bottleneck the herd.
I unravel masquerade ball projectile on a one-way collision course from a slingshot.
Would you care to dance?
We could watch the goliaths fall to the ground when I tear the flesh from my face off.
Play to the crowd while tied with a ball and chain just to deliver them from enslaved thoughts.
To Come As FarOver time,To Come As Far by GurRaeye
One just learns,
Learns to hide away,
And not face,
Of our time.
Some of us,
To show us the sunshine.
I never thought,
I could come as far,
As I have come,
If it hadn't been for you,
To come as far,
As I have,
It's a miracle,
To have had,
All of you,
At my side,
Those different times.
Every one of you,
Didn't just hold me up,
Every one of you,
Laid the stepping stones,
Along a path,
For me to walk across and up.
I couldn't have made it,
If it weren't for you all.
To have gotten this far,
It would have taken,
And that miracle,
Was everyone of you,
That helped me,
Stand my ground.
You saw me,
Through my ups,
And my downs,
And you always,
Could put a smile on my face.
I may not have known,
Some of you,
For a long time,
But you were bright stars,
On my dark skies.
But you helped me,
Helped me in a way,
That I couldn't have done,
On my own.
Every one of you,
Brought me closer,
To the d
. Emotional Distress .I wander around a town,. Emotional Distress . by MsterDeth
Of emotionless pain.
A ticking time bomb,
Of no actual chemical.
Every step taken,
Leads closer to pain.
Wondering where I am,
I try to stay sane.
I come across doors, Exits displayed.
No exit to take.
I crumble to my feet,
No emotions to cry out.
Confused and scared,
But not really at all.
A mind thats completely blank,
Running through an endless maze.
Whats that sound?
The ticks are louder.
I start to run, not away.
Run closer to find a way.
Maybe I can get out,
I reach the last door,
The ticking stops.
I collapse to the ground,
From the screeching sound.
Suddenly I can feel, the world of pain.
Suddenly I can feel a stirring rage.
I try to contend,
But that seems to fade.
I let the emotions flow,
Through my veins.
Now Im all lost,
Now Im all alone.
With no where to go,
No one to go to.
Understanding As I try and sleep tonight, two things come into my mind. One is my economics test tomorrow, and the other is about my writing.Understanding by infinitywarriorinc
All I did, had done and will do, revolved around some sort of romantic setting, usually with two different species involved. I knew not why, and for the longest of times, I didn't question it.
So, after a year of animes and mangas, I still find myself preferring romantic settings with different species involved (often nekos, or otherwise.) I asked myself, about two weeks ago, "Why do I enjoy this?"
The questions sprang about in my head: "Is it because I cannot understand what 'love' means?"; "Is it because of my fascination with the possibility of other sentient species?"; "Or perhaps, it just differs from the norm, and it intrigues me more and more?"
Then, I hadn't an idea of what it meant or what it was. But tonight, I think I finally understand. The romance, the Romeo & Juliet, the youkai and the h
1984 Through Music 1984 Through Music1984 Through Music by GoodTiming
Music has the ability to either reflect or inspire with just a simple tune or complicated melody. Whether it comes from an mp3 player, phonograph, or a live band, people constantly turn to music to release the day's stresses and inspire themselves with new ideas. A song has a power that allows anyone to interpret their own meaning and apply it to daily life. For Winston Smith, a Party member in George Orwell's 1984, music allows him to see simplicity and beautiful in a frightening, ugly, and utterly hopeless world. Through songs in the novel, Winston is able to hope for a brighter tomorrow, see respect for the true past, and highlight stronger negative emotions.
Sometimes, music can be used to convey a sense of tragedy or negative emotion. It can reflect a broken spirit through a haunting melody or meaningful lyrics. Orwell plays on this in a scene where Winston sits in the Chestnut Tree Café. He observes three men, J
The Goddess's Forsaken Island - First ContactThe Goddess's Forsaken Island - First Contact by pwassonne
That's it. It should be over there.
Except it isn't.
Actually, wasn't there originally more than one? Like, three of them?
The elevator will be broken, of course.
I haven't been on the island many times, but I remember it quite well, from seeing it through my Goddess's eyes. This time, it will be the other way round. I was repairing my little house, just a normal house, and then I remembered the island. A long time ago, the Goddess left this world. It seems like the island has been deserted ever since.
(And then my Goddess says, I wonder if people settled on it.
That would be fun.
But I'm skeptical.)
The elevator is indeed broken. About half the wooden platform is gone, and there's water everywhere, flowing, I forgot to bring a bucket, there's no way I can get to the basement, never mind, it could be worse. At least there isn't any lava.
I swim away.
The waterfall is right there, and I'm not sure if that's where it's supposed to be. Never mind. It's a long way
Forbidden Fruit"What are you doing?"Forbidden Fruit by mirz-alt
He was standing behind her and she could hear gentle movements, like shifting of cloth. Suddenly soft fabric fell across her eyes. She could feel it tighten around her head as he pulled and knotted it behind her.
"I don't understand?" she asked. She wasn't scared, but a bit of apprehension was creeping into her bones.
She could feel him move in front of her. He was standing close and his hand brushed her cheek. "I want to kiss you," he admitted, his voice both nervous and self-assured.
"But..." she argued, not sure what to say beyond that sole word. She knew she couldn't. She knew she shouldn't.
"See no evil," he murmured.
She didn't understand, but she trembled as he moved towards her.
"It's not a sin if you don't know who's kissing you," he whispered.
As his lips met hers, her heart raced, her arms pulling him close.
"The sin is not in the kissing, " she countered softly, as he pulled away. "The sin is in the wanting it."