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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
Killerbunnies VI: Computer Virus
eMail I: Hello
Oh, hi, my n4m3 1s Compu+3r Virus and 1'm 4 script kiddie. My r3al name 1s C4ss4ndr4 V4n3ss4 but, 3h, th4t sounds pr3++y ho1+y-+o1+y s0 c4ll m3 C0mpu+er V1rus because 1t's awes0me 4nd c00l 4nd I'm 4 c0mput3r v1ruZ. 1 also lik3 +o type 1n hacker, lik3 1 am d0ing now 4nd I hacked a compu+3r so 1 can do th1Z. How'd you l1k3 1t, b1+cheZ? Anyway, I h4ve 4 s+ory to tell. Jus+ +o be clear and no h4rd f33ling and p3rh4pZ fr33 acc3sZ t0 +he compu+ers, 1 like +0+4lly wanna join y0ur sup3r c00l organ1za+1on, s0, 4ft0R th1Z h0R3 em4il, resp0nd when you g3t +he ch4nce, alr1gh+?
Anyway, I am s3v3n+33n ye4rs 0ld and is b4sic4lly a cyborg, 'c4use 1 hav3 a pr3++y red 3y3 and j4ck 1n my h3ad. Als0, I have +h3s3 sc4rs on my face 4nd junk and 1 g0t those fr0m a figh+ wi+h 4 secur1ty gu4rd for hacking 1nto +h3 secur1+y sys+em and +h3 0+h3r on3, the Y-shaped on3, I got fr0m my 8th cous1n ov3r hack1ng his compu+er 4nd infecting it wi+h virus. Anyway, that w4s my s+ory 4nd I wanna j01n y
Killerbunnies V: Malou's Story
Hallo, Ik heet Malou Omdehuidvaniemand or Malou Voordehuid, whichever. I was born in Drenthe, in the province of Assen. I am four years old. I like to use my cinderblock tied to a chain and my knife. The world is awful and I'm awful, too. I like it when I'm awful and I am awful all the time! It's fun being awful but not everyone seems to think so. It's okay, I'll bring them around and then they'll like being awful, too. Everyone will be awful! Everyone!
I used to live on a farm with cows and stuff and then it was on fire because there was a "BOOM!" No more farm, so I am alone and awful. I made the farm go boom because, uh, there was a pipe with some brownie stuff coming out of it. It tastes yucky but I tasted it anyway, then I lit a match and put it in and then BOOM! Can't go back to Drenthe because of the cinderblock thing. Oh, poo! I just wanted to play. Oh, well, I'll someone who'll play with me.
Ooooh, I got mail!
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
Killerbunnies IV: Atlasnaya Molotov
Zdravstvuyte, the name I possess is Atlasnaya Molotov and I was born in Siberia, to dreaded parents. They were Stalinist, yes, but they were on the wrong side of Stalinism, the sort that lead the Soviet Union to collapse. When I was but seven years old, I was sold to the Bratfa, er, Russkaya Mafya. Through hellish training, I was taught to be who I am now and I have no regrets. None. I had later lost my hand and leg in an accident and had one of my eyes sewn shut. After some time, I had decided to Bratfa has gone soft, so I burned their headquarters to the ground and left for America. I roamed around in this place called "Vermont", burning down houses with Molotov cocktails and causing harm with a whip. If I didn't get what I asked, I was quick to retaliate. Don't judge, it can't be helped.
This is the fate that I can escape and neither do I wish to. After destroying the city of "Montpelier", I found a letter stuffed in my pocket. It was written in my native language
Killerbunnies III: The Spread of Darkness and Raze
Well, this sucks. I am sitting in a waiting room with my parents and grandma for lighting my Dad's car on fire. I don't really know why I set the car on fire besides the fact that I was told to. I am sitting in the waiting room to see this kind of person called a psychiatrist, whatever the hell that is. I don't wanna be here but they say I have to be. Damn, damn, damn! Why'd the hell did it have to be so quiet, why?! I don't like this and they're getting louder and louder. I wish I could make them stop but I can't and they will be getting louder. I feel a darkness and, soon, we'll all be consumed by it. I see it creeping, trying to get me, and I cannot resist it.
I am sitting in the silent white room, slowly being crept into by the darkness. I feel those blackened demon hands coming to get me. I didn't put up a fight because they were coming to get us all. I don't really remember what happened earlier and neither can I. All I remember is the darkness and the phsychiatrist's offic
Killerbunnies II: Creamline Rogue
January 30th, 2015 Detroit Michigan
HEADLINE: MAN STATES HE WAS ATTACKED BY AN EIGHT YEAR OLD GIRL
Man from Detroit, Michigan, who asked to remain anonymous, states he was attacked by a girl about eight years of age. He states the assailant was wielding some kind of electrical weapon and he refuses to say more about her. Currently, he has since moved away and refuses to expose his current whereabouts. So far, the authorities have managed to make a connections between this and several other incidents across Detroit....
"Dear Detroit City Police Department,
If you are smart, then you won't try to find me and you won't. No one ever does, no one, so you won't. I hope you are having fun at this game because I am. I like this game and I want to play it foreverity-ever! Well, I have to go now, byeeeee! Remember, you cannot find me.
Hello there, my is Creamline Rogue and I am from Detroit. I play games in the Detroit. It's fun! Right now, I am writing another
Killerbunnies I: Snow Fl.
She started out a normal child, be it with genius level intelligence and was soon thrust into a world of violence. She is only two years old and she was already ruthless and corrupted. She's learned her way to survive. With a scar on her face and pacifier in her mouth, she was there on known as Snow Fl and I am her. I vowed I would make this world pay for what has been done and what cannot be reversed. Nay shall I pitied. I survived.
It all started when my parents were killed by an intruder and left a scar down my face. I was treated and taken in by a backalley doctor, who would teach me the ways of this ugly and horrible world. There was no going back now. I was taught to make weapons and was worked to the bone producing them. Day after each grueling day, I was to build guns and all other weapons. Should I fail in performing the task correctly or failing to perform, I have earned beatings and denied food. After some time, I fought back, mortally injuring the one who took me in. I had
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?
Swampy murky water, continuation
Note, no there is no waccum machines in this universe but... Well don’t ask why Fall compares something to a waccum machine e___e
Also this doesn’t take up exactly where the other story left. After their first meeting Flower demanded to see him more and when she got tired of waiting she decided to search for him herself.
Why did she always have to get herself into trouble? Sure it was cute that she had tried looking for him on her own but it was also highly dangerous... Why hadn’t she listened when he had told her to wait for him... He sighed and continued looking around the swamp... Her whole village had been starting to look for her so he kept himself well hidden and out in the deeper waters...
Fall continued swimming further and further out the swamp, where could she be? She wasn’t in the swamp that was for sure, and she wasn’t in her village since they were looking for her... Maybe the current had taken her and her boat?
The currents was kinda
ATWC's Frost part 1Chapter 1: Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
“I remember my parents telling me this many times as a little kid. There was said to be some type of prophecy saying that one day, the Kingdom of Dreams would have a ruler with a frozen heart that would cast the kingdom into an eternal winter. And the only way to save the kingdom was some type of sacrifice,” narrated a female voice, “For a long time I thought it was just a stupid story people tell to scare each other or just a fairy tale. However, I would learn it was true…and it all began years ago…”
It was a cold late evening as a group of men have already arrived to a frozen lake to make some blocks of ice before nightfall to sale to the kingdom below as they started to sing.
The men: Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining
All of the men continued working on making the blocks of ice including a
MLP: In For a Spell
Passing into the Golden City of Tambelon through the Northern Gates in their little red and green open carriage, the little filly Candy Apple and her mother Cheerilee sit close together as they enjoy their usual morning ride to Tambelon Elementary School...to take part in another fine day of learner and teaching. Even as it is only half an hour until eight, the loving mother and her precious daughter are always keen to arriving early for a bright and beautiful start.
Candy's smile brightens when she turns her attention to the many citizens of the glorious golden city already up and about, heading straight for work, jogging on the sidewalk, or just enjoying the warm spring morning that the weather pegasai in Cumulai above are working hard to maintain. It is always a pleasant sight to see the the various creatures, pony and otherwise, working together in friendship and harmony.
"It's always so pretty here, Mama...as well as busy..." Candy express
'Don't cry, Punzie.' - Jackunzel OneshotRapunzel lay in her double bed, the hazy afternoon sun beating through the cracks in the black out blinds, casting patterns across the room and Rapunzel's porcelain skin. The teenage girl had nothing but a pair of playful underwear on and her boyfriend - Jack's - blue jumper covering her skinny torso, and half of her thighs. It was perfect, no noise was heard throughout the entire house. Her parents were busy people and had gone out, leaving Punz alone for the day. Normally, people in relationships would of invited their other halves over for a romantic session alone. But not Rapunzel. This teenage girl like peace of mind, she liked being alone to give her time to think about anything she pleased. The blonde haired girl felt bad for not inviting Frost over, as they hardly got to see each other whilst in school putting into consideration both of their contradictory status', and Rapunzel's anxiety. But there was something deep inside her, buried within her chest which relaxed her. Curlin
Pennies clanked onto the cemented floor of the telephone booth as the nervous teen's fingers searched anxiously through his wallet, not realizing the dimes, nickels, and dollar bills that had he had dropped.
Firey looked desperately, as a bit of sweat rolled down his face, until finally he pulled out a quarter, rushing as he stuffed it into the slot of the Payphone.
He dialed in the numbers, mumbling to himself.
Picking up the phone with his right hand, he stuck his lefty in the pocket of his jacket, waiting for her to pick up the phone.
"Come on, Firey. You can do this. Be a man," he told himself as he waited, realizing how unusually wet the palms of his hands were.
Some sort of heat-resistance defect he had from birth never let moisture really get on the outside of his body without burning up into steam.
A sobbing female voice could b
Love Hexagon 10: Heart and Soul3 Days Earlier…
"I'm just saying," Amy says as she is having a conversation with Cream and Tikal in front of her opened locker, "I think the school should also have some vegetarian and vegan courses. I mean, we can't always have meat and greasy fast food every day. That's just disgusting."
"Yeah, I couldn't agree with you more," Tikal remarks, "I've been a vegan for almost five years and I can't stand the cafeteria food anymore. Plus, I'm looking forward to share some of my favorite recipes to the school, like my tofu dumplings and veggie stir-fry."
Cream makes eye-contact with the eco-friendly female, "I actually liked your tofu dumplings. I don't know why your boyfriend made such a big fuss about it."
Tikal chuckles and shrugs, "Well, you know my Knuxie. He's a carnivore jock; he has to have 'real' protein in his system in order to play football."
Amy giggles back, "If you're a vegan and he's a carnivore, then why did you two date?"
"Opposites attract. Also, that's some
MLP: Stripes and Spots
To the southeastern area of the beautiful and prosperous Kingdom Island of Tambelon, rests the grassy Scaly Spring Hills where the meadows and hills scale high as a dragon may fly. With flowers all in bloom during this warm, spring season...the dragons and changelings that make their homes here relax and enjoy all that is before them.
Cool waters within the great lakes rest in the center of it all, and most come to either drink or to bathe. As the dragons beat their mighty wings, the green blades of grass flow in a rhythmic pattern that resemble the waves of the mighty ocean surrounding Tambelon. With so much to see on the outside, along with the crystal caverns within the hills themselves, it is a perfect day to enjoy the weather and the good company of good friends.
But other than the usual activities that occur around this area that is but one of many paradises found within this prosperous Kingdom, today is where a large group of Cutie Mark
The Key to the Past part 4Chapter 3: The Attack
Outside of Moonlight town, a blue/yellow van with flames and a raccoon symbol on the sides was driving on the dirty road as a certain raccoon, King of Knights, and two childhood friends were inside.
At the wheel was a male pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with flames on top of them, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them, a red boots with flames on them. His name was Murray.
At the computer inside the van was a male green turtle in a wheelchair and was wearing 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.
Bentley frowned a bit as Sly had explained what had happen while Saber (Now wearing her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a black tuxedo suite, shirt, tie, shoes, and gloves to make sure she didn’t stand out) was looking
An Apple A Day: MLP Vore StoryWarning: Shrinking Ponies, and non-fatal Big Mac vore Eeeyup
It was the beginning of spring in Ponyville the trees had began to grow as well as the apples on the Apples farm Celestia had already started to set the sun and Luna had began to raise the moon to a beautiful star lit night.
Applejack walked into the house sweating from apple bucking for hours AJ used her hat to fan herself and she was joined by Big Mac her big brother a very large and string red stallion he was cracking his stiff neck from the hard work him and AJ had finished, Applejack and Big Mac walked into there living room they both sacked out on the couch sitting beside each other Applebloom the little yellow filly with a pink bow in her mane walked in propping her older siblings back hooves up on the snack table and placing pillows behind there heads "Ah thanks Applebloom," Big Mac complimented in his deep ton
"yeah thanks sugar cub," Applejack added in the tired ponies relaxed already feeling sleepy just re
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
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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