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A Review of Dawn of The Planet of the Apes
Hello, this is Raz and here comes a nice review of Dawn of The Planet of the Apes. Anyway, I thought the movie was pretty cool and the soundtrack was awesome, capturing emotion during every scene. The plot, I found to be well executed and I found myself heartbroken by the end. An'way, I do recommend you go and I see it and get back when you do
She Asks If She is DyingYoung and sweet
Yet, silent and somewhat reserved
She is a little a girl
Her mind afflicted with lunacy
Her smile concealing her long incomprehensible misery
Of the very lunacy she suffers
Yet from her blinded eyes are tears
Forced acceptance of something she can never tear herself away from
She looks to someone
Smiling, as if nothing is really wrong
Asking if she is dying
She's resigned herself to it
Believing it to be an illness without cure
Resigning herself to the equivalent of death
Am I dying?
In body she be well
But in mind she be ill
The misery of which eating away what sanity remains
What is being lost
May not be so easily regained
She knows that
Shikata ga nai
Yet, she asks if she is dying
Killerbunnies I: MeetingAlmost everyone was sent a letter of acceptance and I knew there would soon be more recruits into this underground. Amongst some of the recruits were I and my comrade Creamline. Frankly, I couldn't have thought this be better myself, after all, we had been roaming around, with people on our asses, well actually, mostly mine. Of all of this ugly world, I thought it'd be nice that we have some other people like ourselves. When we were ushered onto the room, Creamline thought it would be fit to get to know everyone. I remained reserved, observing everyone from afar. Some of them stuck out and others so very little. Of course, I didn't have the get to know everyone because I was given access to the database.
The 26th killerbunny was Anwen von Eyre. She was in a wheelchair, with a breathing tube down her throat and an intravenous drip in her arm. Going by her appearance, I could tell she was sick and probably on her last legs, not having much long to live. Despite her illness, she was
Magus' Review of Non-StopSalve, Magus est lepus and I have something nice to share. Sure, this movie is probably on DVD by now or whatever but it is a nice movie. I have found the movie to be rather scary, being that air travel is already frightening enough, especially since that day, but I found it was executed well and I had enjoyed it and Liam Neesons's performance.
I Can't Feel AnymoreI'm sorry
I cannot cry
Neither can I laugh
I can't feel anymore
No, I can't
My emotions are gone
As are my feelings
I don't have any anymore
I can see that you are fretting and your eyes are in tears
Let this be known
I feel neither joy nor sadness at my situation
I wanted it this way
I wanted to cast aside those very things
They were no longer needed
And had brought much upset
I'm no more than an empty shell
A shell of what once was
A shell with empty eyes
A shell that feels cold
This is a prefered existance
All in all, I can't feel anymore
And, I never will
waiting so long
something near nescapable
all of the pain and hardships
the illnesses that overtook her
Almost resulting in a premature death
She fell ill from the poison of radiation,
dying while waiting for nonexistent emergency services
An illness she was too sick to recover from
the mother that cannot so easily reach her child
because she had no choice
From wounds that fester
From wounds that cannot heal
From broken hearts and damaged souls
She emptied a gun into a wall of mirrors
A rage against the horrible things done to her
The winter was even warmer than she
She wanted to die
Her immortality was overrode
Something she's attempted when she's gone mad
They were to be broken
For some it worked
Troubles never seemed to end
It was a near never-ending cycle
They were gone but not forgotten
Their spirits stil
There is tree
It is very pretty tree
On a hill
One side is dismal and looks dead
The other side seems to be fairly pleasant
There is a reason why
On one side, we have a woman hanging
She had recently gone insane and opted to end her life
She would fail at this
On the other side, is a girl swinging on a swing
She is from a time of innocence and happiness, long before now
She and the woman are the same
The little girl from a time the woman seemed so interested in forgetting
Or, rather, seemed so interested in wanting nothing more to regain
She could really do neither
Yet, the little girl never knew this</b> would become of her
Her life before contrasted so differently from her life in the future
It is hard believing such an innocent girl would become a suicidal mentally ill wreck
I wonder could our past and future be any more different?
White Cane"Okay, I'll bite. When Doki don't got her glasses, why does she need a white cane, ya know, the kind that blind people use?" Ginger asked.
Spin breathed in heavily and said, "She needs a white cane because of that one time, she walked into the street and caused a car accident and had fallen down the stairs because she couldn't see."
"How did that happen?"
It was summer day and Doki's glasses were recently broken and, by "recent", I mean that they were broken about an hour ago. Of course, she couldn't see thing and we were foolish to leave her alone. Naturally, she decided to try to find her way to the glasses store without any sort of help. Nevertheless, this proved to be awful, as she apparently has no peripheral vision and is very nearsighted without her glasses to the point that the fuzzy images she see seems to blend together
So, as she attempted to cross the street, she walked right into the middle of the road. Seven cars piled up on top of each o
A Review of The Triplets of BellevilleHello there, I am Ignis Purpura, or Igpur, if one prefers, and I have a movie review for you. I am coming to review the The Triplets of Belleville and I want to say it was truly a masterpiece and had such wonderful music and something I do recommend on find, as a good movie like this one is hard to find.
Daddy!LevixChild!Reader - The Hard Stuff
Levi looked down at his daughter. She stood timidly near the doorway, fiddling with the large towel in her hands. Her hair was still soaked from the bath she had taken not minutes ago, and droplets of water fell from the glossy strands and onto her yellow nightgown.
“What, _____?” he said in his usual cold tone, though _____ knew it wasn’t completely intentional.
The six-year-old looked down at the peach-colored towel clutched in her tiny fingers. “U-Um, Mommy always helps me dry my hair. . .”
Levi sighed softly and sat up on the couch, motioning _____ to come closer. When she did, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and took the towel from her hands. He spread the towel over her small head and gently massaged it through the towel. He wrapped the towel around her long strands and proceeded to knead the water out of them.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” _____ asked, turning her head to look at her father.
BertholdtxReader - Cynophobia [AU]
cynophobia - (n.) the fear of dogs
“Man, how long has it been since you’ve been to my house?”
“A month, I think,” Bertholdt replied from the front passenger seat as I drove down the empty road.
“Seems like more to me,” I commented, propping an elbow on the armrest between me and my friend. “I think my parents are still at work, so we’ll probably be alone with Maes.”
“Maes?” he said, confused.
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t tell you? I got a dog a couple weeks ago.”
I felt Bertholdt freeze beside me. “A-A dog?”
“Yeah. A two-year-old pit bull.” I turned into my neighborhood and relaxed into the seat when I slowed down the car. “I thought you knew. Even Levi knows—and now he refuses to come over now because he thinks my place is completely covered in dog crap.”
Bertholdt made what sounded like a forced chuckle, rubbing his hands on his pant legs. “S-So, um,
The InfomercialThe Infomercial
(This story is from the upcoming MagnusMagneto Musclethology #1. It's a collection of three short stories that will be given exclusively to those who support me on Patreon. These stories will be even more whimsical than my usual stuff, foregoing character development and scientific explanations for more light-hearted fare.
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There are also a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes
Death Battle: Scorpion vs. Hellboy
Roy: Alright the combatants are set, we have taken every angle into account and we have found ourselves a verdict.
Ivan: Let us watch the Hellfire ninja attempt to break his streak.
Roy: So, it's time for a Death Battle!
Ivan: So enthusiastic...
Roy: What? Just because I stole your line-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
It was quiet that night. No one was out of their home, probably because of the big red demon walking about. Hellboy stepped out of a nearby pancake house, the owner watching his demonic customer exit the restaurant. His breath reeked of pancakes and beer.
Hellboy pulled out a wrinkled and folded-up piece of paper. It had "DEATH BATTLE" written at the top. Hellboy looked at it as he found the opponents name on the paper.
"Scorpion." Hellboy read aloud as he checked the area. He didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the depths of hell a yell was heard. A yellow clad ninja walked out of a blazing fire, a chain hanging from his arm. It was Scorpion.
Tell me story"Why you read zat book, hmm?"
Victor had come to pay a visit to his Princess, whom he had found up in her library -as always- reading her afternoon away. Though he rather liked it when she read, especially when she read aloud to him. The sound of her voice was always soothing (and exotic, with that accent she had) and he always found it a treat when she offered to read to him.
So after she chose a book, they had left the libary and gone to her room, where she gathered up her pillows and made a sort of nest for them. Oh, this he really liked. Not so much the pillows (too soft for his taste) but more that he got to snuggle up next to her.
His finger curled and uncurled her strand of hair idly, resting his chin upon her shoulder as he looked over the words of her books. So many words, and no pictures? How did she stand to read so much without pictures?
"I's one o' mah favorites in this book." was her answer, holding up the large book, the title of 'Grimms Fairytails' written across it. "I
A Light in the DarkAs the bell rang, she quickly pushed through the door, pressing her bag to her side to avoid it being tugged from her shoulder. Her head hung low, her hair falling over her eyes and casting her face in shadows. Her entire posture seemed to plead that she might stay unnoticed.
All too quickly though, it became obvious that her pleas would not be heard today.
A body collided hard with hers, bringing the barely over five foot tall girl to stumble.
“Watch where you’re going!” A voice snarled; the person it belonged to giving her another heavy shove. Already off-balance, she fell to her knees on the dirty linoleum ground, feeling the soon-to-be bruises.
“S-sorry”, her voice was a mere whisper as her hands faintly shifted on the ground. She lingered a moment longer, letting her long hair hide her trembling lips and the faint shimmer of wetness in her eyes.
“You better be.”
She heard laughter and felt something hit the side of her leg, almost bringing
AmericaXReader: Unexpected Courage “Where is he?” you questioned as you stood in front of the bus stop waiting for your friend. He wanted you to meet him there because he had something “really fun” planned for the day. It was five o’clock when you finally saw him running toward you.
“Hey, dudette! Sorry for the wait,” he bent over softly panting, “it’s just that-”
“It’s fine, Alfred. I just want to know what you have planned,” you looked into his blue eyes with excitement.
“Okay, but you have to close your eyes,” he winked at you.
Fallen MothHe'd put it off long enough, but it had been a few days now since he had sent Hushedsnow off, she'd mentioned something about Highclan, although personally he hoped she'd ended up in Leafclan - he didn't know of any Dark Forest Cats there. He wanted her to be safe, but hopefully it would only be for a short time more.
The Clan was preoccupied with the sharks, and Aspenstar had left the Nursery so she could give orders more efficiently from The Leader's Den.
Getting Aspenstar alone had been one of the hardest parts of the plan, with Crystalshimmer and all those kits in the Nursery, as well as Shadowcliff moving in and out all the time, but it seemed these sharks had arrived as a gift - although he was pretty sure even The Dark Forest couldn't have arranged that one.
Mothlight had been watching The Leader's Den all day, getting to know how regularly Warriors would appear and which ones appeared more often, working out the spacing between their trips. It seemed that the times Tigers
One day, the Seamstress Clan got a notice for a funeral and it a member of the Rabbitwright Family, cousin Soreene. Of course, Soreen may have died but she left behind a child and her will dictated who was to have her after the funeral. As should be noted, her child, Sorrel was still a baby and she had no other parent to speak of. When Bunny read the notice, she remembered the last time she had seen Soreene and that was not too long after a family reunion. In thinking about it, she had went to Toki for advice and told her about Soreene, even showing her a photo. "Soreene, is it? Hmm, when was the last you had seen her?" Toki asked, looking at the photo with curiousity. Bunny sighed and said, "Not too long ago and that was at the last family reunion, which was about a year ago." Toki looked up from the photograph and responded with an inquisitive squeak, before asking, "Did you speak with her?"
"Nothing besides a 'Hello, Soree
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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