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If Hazel DiedHazel grace died today. Her lungs were drowning. She, was drowning in herself. She was a prisoner in her own body. But, during her short life, she knew i was in love with her, she knew i would always be in love with her. That night, I just knew what I needed to do, just to rid myself of the pain stricken grief that was consuming me like flames. I walked. I didn't know where or how, but I somehow ended up at her house. I found myself sitting where the old swing set used to be, looking up where her bedroom window was, and smiling. I slowly opened my pocket and revealed my pack of cigarettes that have lasted me for years, took one and put it in my mouth. I sat there for a long while, thinking, dreaming to have one more wish. That I would've gone instead of Hazel Grace. But, I knew that would never happen. I knew she was dead. I was going to be dead. i slowly took out my cigarette, and lit it.If Hazel Died by imaginaryphoenix
"To die would be an awfully big adventure, huh,
ConfusionI do not understand.Confusion by Isabelcats3
What am I doing wrong?
Please help me learn.
Help me learn my mistakes.
I am tiered of all these tears
Tears of confusion.
Why won't anything I do work for long?
Where am I going wrong?
I would much like to learn
my mistakes to fix them up.
Someone please reach out to me
and help me understand.
I must know.
I do not want to be doing anything wrong.
Please help me understand.
A day at the beachWalking along the beach.A day at the beach by Isabelcats3
As the waves roll in.
The sun beats down.
Its heat cooled by a breeze
from the sea itself.
Seagulls let out a cry
as they fly
over the ocean.
Nothing can create a more perfect day.
For there is no other perfect day
Then one spent at the beach
on a summer sunny day
The Apple TreeTake me down to the apple tree,The Apple Tree by xLuckyxFridayx13x
Sing a little song with me
Wrap your fingers up in mind
Watch us both get lost in time
Take me down to the deep blue sea
Bask in the morning sun with me
Hear the ocean, see the tide
By our love please do abide
Take me down to the open fields,
And we’ll be each others shields
Kiss my lips and hold me tight
Stay with me until the night
I’ll take you down to the apple tree
And sit before you happily
I’ll hold your hand and forget the time
“Will you be forever mine”
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."