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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.
Sometimes, Smiles Can Hide Secrets
Her smile is alluring, isn't it?
Couldn't tell that she is pain, could you?
No, she puts her best face forward and smile
Her smiles tend to hide secrets
She's cutting herself again
Causing more pain to end pain
It is but a neverending cycle of pain
A cycle of pain that she doesn't know how to break
A cycle of pain that continues and continues
A cycle of pain that remains unseen
Hidden behind a ruby red smile
A charming smile
Smiles can hide secrets and her's is doing is just that
Of course, a smile cannot really explain away the bloodied bandages
Nor blood on her sleeve
Or cuts on her wrists
Or a bloodied blade
Yet, her smiles conceals her secret
The Orphaned WolvesCollab with Wolf-Prince-Leon
Winter. A cold and difficult time of the year on earth. Some people could cope with the winter, but most couldn’t. In the current recession, most people had very little money, especially in the United Kingdom where taxes were through the roof. And despite the money that the government was making to fund its people, it was doing little to nothing to care for the people. People needed extra money to get around in the winter months, but all they cared about was lining their own pockets and parting with as little of the taxpayers money as they possibly could.
In Peterborough, there told of two teenage boys.
Leon, a kindhearted boy whose parents had sold him away for their own monetary benefit. And Kieran, his parents had lost him to social services for offences that they didn’t commit.
Kieran was British born and bred, whereas Leon was deported from America, because all of their orphanages were packed to the gunne
The World of Magic part 1Prologue: From One World to Another
It was a beautiful day in Paris as a van drove up to what looked to be an old and abandoned factor. The van came to a stop as four figures climbed out of it.
The first was a grey raccoon with brown eyes and was wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, a blue shirt with a yellow collar, blue gloves with yellow bands around them, a yellow belt with a blue/yellow raccoon symbol in the middle of it, a brown back pack, a red leg pack, and blue boots. His name was Sly Cooper.
The second was a male turtle that was in a wheel chair and had on glasses, a safari hat with some pens and pencils being held by the band, bulletproof vest, along with a grey button-up shirt underneath his vest, grey gloves, and shoes. His name was Bentley.
The third was a pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with a yellow arrow on top, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them and red boots. His name
Laughter is the CureIan was at the Pokemon Center, his pokemon were being checked out by nurse joy. He decided to take a walk while it was going on. However in the hall Nurse Joy comes out looking a little depressed. He watched her go into the break room and decided to follow her. Inside she was sitting at a table.
"Hey Nurse Joy what's wrong?" Ian asked.
"Oh I've been working so hard lately, sometimes I worry I'll screw up." Nurse Joy explained with a sigh.
"That's nuts, you’re a great Nurse."
Nurse Joy sighed a little bit, Ian then noticed that her shoes had slipped off a bit revealing her bare feet. It was then that Ian had an idea to cheer her up. He sits in a chair across from her and props her feet on his lap.
"What are you doing?" She asked puzzled.
"You need a visit from the tickle monster." Ian smirked.
He began skittering his fingers along her bare soles making the nurse laugh hard. His fingers tortured her toes under and inbetween them, she squirmed hard trying really hard not to kick him
It's an Edd Life (EddXMarie) Part 2Edd stood outside of the cafeteria, waiting for his two best friends. He was marveled at the fact that Eddy might actually go through with this. After all, they were the Kanker sisters of course, the scourge of the Cul-De-Sac. Edd began to laugh at the thought, he never really thought of that since he saw her at the lake the last day of summer. Even before that, he had noticed a change in her. She had really tried to clean up her act. ‘It’s probably because of her cousin,’ he guessed, ‘he’s actually a nice guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was true.’
“Hey Sockhead!” Eddy’s voice broke Edd out of his train of thought. He looked up to see Eddy walking towards him with Ed hiding behind him. Seeing the comparison, Edd had just realized how tall Eddy had gotten over the years. He was still was short, but he had at least grown a few inches.
“Greetings gentlemen,” Edd said with enthusiasm.
“So where’s your gi
I dunno... Bored XDChapter 2: Homestuck scenario
Me: *Looks down at self and squeals with happiness* ROBIN!
Robin: OMFG WE'RE TROLLS!
Mario: Why am I grey?
Godzilla: Couldn't tell ya...
Dark: *Slowly pokes her horns and screams* WHAT THE HELL?!
Spark: ... This is interesting...
Me: I think Lora's in shock.
Lora: No Homestuck T_T
Dark: I WANNA BE NORMAL DARKY AGAIN!
Me: *Shoosh paps Dark* Somehow we'll fix this... After I kill a certain lime blood.
Spark: Oh shit I'm lime blood 0_0
Me: It's not you...
Floren: *Creepy stalking*
Godzilla: Who's that?
Me: *Sees le Floren* NOBODY LOVES YOU! ESPECIALL
The Origin of Daniel- Part 8That night Daniel went to bed thinking he was too excited for the next day to actually sleep, but when he pulled the blankets up and laid his head on the pillow, his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep easily. He was sleeping so soundly that he was barely conscious when his father opened the door and whispered, “Daniel? I’m going out to the desert for a few hours to test a new machine; will you be okay by yourself?”
Daniel lifted his head slightly and nodded sleepily, before lying down and going back to sleep, practically forgetting what his father had said.
In the start of Daniel’s dream, he was in the forest near the village, playing with Izzy and Nova. They were giggling and petting the purring kitten, completely carefree and unconcerned by anything that was going on outside their bubble of joy. Neither of them noticed when the atmosphere seemed to change, the air becoming heavy and the light that filtered between the leaves darkening and fading.
Bored... I dunno...I dunno...
So I'm bored and procrastinating. I have a lot of stuff to do, mainly drawing shit. But... ya'know... procrastinating... So now I'll just write random shit... Cuz I dunno... Anything... I'm really tired XD
Chapter 1: Zombie apocolypse scenario
Me: MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH!
Lora: T_T shut up, the zombies will here you!
Dark: I GOTZ BIT! *Holds arm up*
Mario: *Slowly claps*
Me: I'm proud of you ^^
Dark: ^^ Thanks DBD.
Robin: *Screams and bitch-slaps a zombie*
Lora: LMAO XD
Dark: I wanna have a tea party... *Le random tea party appears*
Me: I want to not die but... ya'know...
Robin: *Dying from zombie attacks and laughter*
Lora: We need a distraction...
Me: Robin's dying, that's pretty dist
MLP Latex TF MLP Latex TF
You wake up inside an abandoned factory. You had a flashlight in your hand. You shine around you; all you see metal walls around you. Behind you was a large double metal gate. You don’t see any source of activating any gate. You think that activating device in the abandoned factory.
You start walking and shining your flashlight down the long hallway. You walk and walk. You weren’t alone in the abandoned factory. You feel there someone or something watching you every steps you move. You decide to turn around; there was nothing until you turn around… A dead man is hanging from the ceiling. You jump and fall on the floor. You look up one more time there was nothing. You realize the oxygen is lowering. You feel tired and weak.
She sat alone in her room. She is frail and thin. She wears a hat to cover up what little hair she had. Her brothers had left her, for, visiting hours had ended. The doctor said she had 3 weeks to live. She was watching the 1988 movie, Grave of the Fireflies. She looked outside at the nighttime sky and watched the fireflies. She would catch them in a jar but, to her sorrow, they would die. When the fireflies died, she buried them in her flowerpot. After awhile, she stopped catching them but she left the window open so she could see them up close.
Toki was alone and frail and fireflies were her comfort. "Am I a firefly, too?" she would ask herself. She knew one thing about fireflies, they only lived for 3 weeks and that was the doctor said exactly how long she is supposed to live. A lone firefly flew into her room and landed on her finger. Toki was surprised but glad she had something to talk to.
"Hello, my name is Toki. You have a short lifespan and I have three w
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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