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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?
Lost Silver X Little Sister Reader-My Gameboy“Big brother!” a young 5 year old girl yelled.
“H-huh?” Silver stuttered.
“He looked down to see his little sister crying out blood.
“W-What’s w-wrong (name)?” he asked with worry in his voice
“BEN took my gameboy color with my Pokemon Gold game inside and he said he was going to break it!” she yelled more blood flowing out of her eyes.
“D-Don’t w-worry (name) I-I’ll get it b-back,” he stuttered reasurley.
She nodded her head and ran back to her room. Silver floated over to the living room and saw BEN playing COD.
B-BEN,” he stuttered.
“Yeah bro?” BEN asked too preoccupied in his game.
“C-Can I-I have m-my sister’s gameboy b-back?” he asked.
“Sure if you don’t stutter for one sentance,” the elf said.
Silver took a deep breath.
“BEN give me back (name)’s gameboy,” he sadi
“You sure love your little sister dude,” BEN said
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: 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
MLP: Among Wonderbolts
"Time to wake up, Little Wing," Soarin announces as he knocks upon the bedroom door of his young son: Gust, "We got things to do today. Both here and at the Academy...so rise up and get ready!~"
Wishing only for another half hour to sleep since it is only seven in the morning, the slightly grouchy little colt refuses to budge as he lays within his bed that has Wonderbolt themed sheets and covers. "A little longer, daddy...please..." Gust pleas, and hope his father will allow this. The answer becomes clear when the door is opened:
"Up and at'em, you little Wonderbolt-to-be!~" The two Captains of the Tambelon Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash and Soarin, order their son in a kind, but commanding tone, "That means now, little wing!~"
With his parents within his room and standing at the side of his bed, the groggy blue pegasus colt has but two choices now: Get up and walk out himself, or be carried out by his mom or dad...and possibly left at h
ATWC's Frost part 2Chapter 2: For the First Time in Forever
Two years had passed since the death of Charming and Cinderella. On a warm and summer day, all the ships had sailed over to the Kingdom of Dreams and all the people were coming to the kingdom because today was a very special day for the kingdom’s people.
Sly had finally reached the age and it was time for him to take over his parents’ place as the new king of the Kingdom of Dreams.
A rabbit named Oswald was welcoming people as he smiled.
“Welcome to the Kingdom of Dreams. Watch your step please, the gates are about to open soon,” said Oswald.
“Ib, Garry, why do I have to wear this?” asked a young girl named Mary as she pulled as the choker she was wearing.
“Because the king has come of age,” explained Garry with smile.
“Yeah, it’s Coronation day,” explained Ib.
“But that isn’t my fault,” pouted Mary.
While everyone was seating up decorations for the specia
ATWC's Frost part 7Chapter 7: Wolves and Madeline Hatter
Later that night, Arcanine was running at top speed, up on a narrow cliff, pulling the sled which skids precariously. Zero was manning the reins while Ciel sat beside him.
“Hang on!” exclaimed Zero, pulling the reins to try to scare Ciel, “We like to go fast!”
“I like fast!” exclaimed Ciel, putting her feet up on the dashboard.
“Whoa, Whoa, get your feet down!” snapped Zero as he pushed Ciel’s feet down, “This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?”
The reploid spit on the dash to clean it. The spit flew back and hit Ciel in the face, much to her disgust.
“Ew. No, I was raised in a castle,” explained Ciel, wiping the spit off of her face.
“So tell me, what made the king go all ice-crazy?” asked Zero.
“…Oh…” said Ciel, “Its mine fault. See, I got engaged but then my brother freaked out because I’d on
ATWC's Frost part 4Chapter 4: Let It Go
Meanwhile on the north mountain, a lone figure was walking up the snowy mountain; it was none other than Sly. The raccoon continued to move, not stopping and not looking back towards the place he once called home. After all, there was no way he could ever go back. Not after his powers were revealed to everyone in the kingdom, including his own sister. Sly kept moving as he started to sing.
Sly: The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
Sly turned his head in the opposite direction and then turned to continue walking.
A kingdom of isolation
Sly stopped in his tracks and stared out at the snowy night sky.
And it looks like I’m the king
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
He closed his eyes and sighed sadly.
Couldn’t keep it in
Heaven knows I tried
He then continued to walk.
Don’t let them in,
Don’t let them see
Be the good boy you always had to be
ATWC's Frost part 6Chapter 6: Icy Troubles
During the time Ciel had the trouble with Zebstrika, Wing, Sarah, J, Tracy, and Skyla were walking up the mountain, having some trouble with how hard the wind was blowing against them. Sarah shivered a little as she looked down. Due to her power over plants, she was very sensitive to the cold winter, more than most people would be. Skyla noticed this as she looked concerned for her friend.
“Sarah, are you all right?” asked Skyla.
“Y-Yeah, I-I’m fine,” answered Sarah as she nodded.
Course no one brought this as they looked back at her.
“Sarah, if you need to go back to the kingdom…” started Wing.
“N-No, I’m fine, really. Besides, going back will just slow us down and we need to find the king as soon as possible to fix this,” said Sarah.
“But…” started Tracy.
“Really, I’ll be all right,” said Sarah as she smiled a little, “No need to worry, ok?
ATWC's Frost part 5Chapter 5: Ciel meets Zero
The wind howled and the snow blew into Ciel’s face as she struggled to guild Zebstrika through the snow.
“Sly! It’s me, Ciel…your sister who didn’t mean to make you freeze the summer!” called out Ciel, “I’m sorry! It’s all my f-f-f-f-f-fault!”
Later, Zebstrika struggling through a wooded area a wolf howl echoed as they continued on.
“Of course, none of this would have happened if he had just told me his secret…” mumbled Ciel to herself.
Just then, a branch of a nearby tree snaps startling Zebstrika and causing it to knock Ciel off. The blond haired girl landed face down in the snow and sat up as she splatted out snow. She then gasped to see Zebstrika running away.
“Oh no. No. No. No. Come back. No,” pleaded Ciel as she could only watch the Pokémon run away, “…Oooo-kay.”
She grabbed onto a branch of a leaning conifer and tried to pull he
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
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