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Musings of a FatalistFate cannot be changed
I have fought against it
But, in the end, this is preordained
I've long stopped fighting
Only meeting whatever with acceptance
Giving in to whatever fate offers
Call it what you wish
Be that despair or what have it
I can't fight what is preordained
The which that is inevitable
It is better this way
Really, it is
Better to accept
I've long given up
I suppose I found comfort in that
As fighting brought me nothing but misery
Why do you look so sad?
You should be happy that I have found solace
In what others would call despair
This sort of existence is not for you, I suppose
This sort of existence isn't for the faint of heart
Or anyone that can live that live like this
Do what makes you happy, in that regard
Exist as you see fit
You can go on your way, whilst I
Stay with the musings of a fatalist
Lucid Dreams VIII: Fate Cannot Be ChangedHello there
It is nice seeing you
You ask why I am sad
Well, I haven't much a reason to be happy
Not at this time, no
Actually, this world is decaying
Both the real one and the outside
Neither of us will be returning from this dream
It was fate that brought you here and fate cannot be changed
You were fated to die here, while I perish and reincarnate
Fate has had that way
Right now, we are dying
But, before I reincarnate
I'll need some company
In this fate that cannot be changed
And this is your fate
MulberryIt looks like a blackberry
But it grows in a tree
Blackberries don't grow in trees
I later found it out it was a mulberry
And it grew on a mulberry tree
Is that cage bird finally free?"Is that caged bird finally free?"
She’s asked, yet she doesn’t reply
She doesn’t know the answer, yet it seems she does
"A caged bird may be free from her tormentors but that doesn’t mean she is free from her past…"
——Is what she says
Continuously musing on horrible times gone past
She was at their mercy then and they continuously torment her
In those memories of horrible times
"売女" was the name was given to her by tormentors
She wasn’t given a choice and they held them hostage
They would have her either way
It remains her regret
Is that caged bird finally free?
She doesn’t know, thus she remains silent
Musing on a time when she was very little
No more than a crying child, wrapped in a purple blanket
She cried out for her parents and they’ve never returned
She’s never found them, her heart shattered in as many pieces as there stars in the sky
She’s spent her life picking t
Deliriums of a Little GirlA little girl, with hair of white
Eyes of moonlight blue with a stare of blank and ice
An innocent mind so clouded with lunacy
Winter left behind no pleasant memories
She was really little
Neither could she really talk
Someone suicidal attempted to kill her once
She never knew
Yet, she trusted her nevertheless
That memory manifested as an imaginary friend
Or not, as she cannot see her, the others can
And they writhe in terror
She remembered the screams from that screaming woman
The screams from that raging lunatic woman
She didn't know her mind was ill
Those screams still echo and she remains unfazed
Someone close to her attempted suicide
Unsure what was happening and unable to do anything
She sat by, watching as the bubbles stopped
Now, she cries out, "DON'T LEAVE ME!!" in her voice
There are bloodied handprints
And the cries of babies
They are not from her
The air feels cold
Water drops to snowflakes
It feels like winter again
The tears never end
Neither do the memories
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.
Rumor Has It"Princess Victoria?" A voice said from outside my door.
"Yes Kai?" I yawned, stretching and feeling the sun on my skin.
"Princess, the ship from Corona has arrived. It is currently at the docks." He said, his voice slightly muffled.
"Oh, ok. Wait, what!?"
"The ship from Cor-" he started, by I couldn't hear the rest of what he said, I was already sliding down the banister of the stairs.
I skipped down the docks, up to the ship with a large sun against a purple background on it's mast.
I saw a young man, only a few years older than myself. He had messy brown hair, green eyes that shone like stars, and a cheeky grin on his face.
The man tackled me to the ground, kissed me on the cheek, and pecked my collarbone.
"Vic, not a day passes when I don't think of you." He said poetically.
"Luke, the sun will rise in the east, and set in the west, but I continue waiting for you." I replied.
"Did Heidi write that for you?" He asked, standing up and brushing off invisible dust form his shoulders.
Unexpected Survival I slowly and groggily opened my eyes, which surprised me. I shouldn't be able to do this, I should have died! But somehow I was still alive, in what looked to be some hospital room.
Slowly, I regained awareness of my body. Me? alive? It mean…
Trying to find a shortcut I got lost, again. Alas, this time I stumbled on some shady business. I would have thought to be killed right then, but instead I just ended as another article.
My captors were into human trafficking, or rather ex-human. They were forcefully transforming young women and teenage girls into succubi, before selling them to prostitution rings. Apparently it became something usual these last years.
They planed to change me too. Seems being female isn't required to become a succubus, it only give you less chance to die in the process.
Microfiction #2 PeacePeace
There is a familiar burn in my eyes. I blink one, I blink twice and then 5 more times to let them rest. After an hour of gazing into the brightly colored screen of my laptop my eyes have fallen dry.
That is not the worst of it, for my body is warning me of other alerts. My throat feels as dry and raw as a hollow drought.
There is pressure in the temples of my head and my nose is also itchy and dry. According to the weather website on my laptop, it's allergy season again; I can feel the flush on my cheeks, they are warm to the touch.
My breath is normal but has lately been falling short. What a harsh hit from the world to make me suffer like this. In my laptop there are no allergy seasons and there are no droughts or itchiness.
I could go to another world that is virtual and different. To think, with just a few rolls and scrolls I could easily learn everything my laptop has to teach me.
The bright door opened for me again, a song was taking me as the phones on my head projected me
FootfallThe doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a package sat at my doorstep. I brought it inside and set it on the counter. It was dented on one side and looked as though it had been roughly handled. My name and address was written haphazardly on the top. I sighed, smiling, and pulled out a small knife to cut the packaging tape off the box. Inside was a dart gun and a necklace. I ignored the gun and lifted the necklace up to see it better. It was a wolf fang dangling off a leather cord. I rubbed the fang sullenly with my thumb before slipping the cord over my head. It bounced once against my collar bone before lying still. I closed up the box containing nothing but the gun and hid it in the back of my closet. I wouldn’t be needing it.
I ran outside, slamming the front door behind me and I jumped into my car. It was old and rustic; I thought it was a miracle I could even get it started. It let out a metallic growl before I sped down the empty road. I watched the forest grow as I drove
You. (Possibly a short story series)You smirk, dropping the knife to the ground, drops of blood threatening to to hit you as the blade made contact with the concrete of the alley. The body of a women laid a few inches away from the tips of your toes. Her throat was cut and she had a major stab wound in her lower abdomen. You squat down to wipe your blood covered hands on the women's shirt. When you stand back up, you take in a deep, satisfied breathing, knowing the job was done. You turn on your heels, ready to leave, but wait, no prints left behind, right? You pick up your knife and slip it into its sheath positioned on your hip. You dig in your pockets for a lighter. Once you locate it you pull it out, then make flames come out of it. You chuckle lightly as you whisper to yourself, "Burn, baby, burn." You light the lady's body a blaze, glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody is watching or looking. You put your hand over your nose at the awful smell of burning human flesh. Somebody's attention is bound to be dr
PawnsI was twelve when my mother pressured me into receiving tutelage from a Mr. Tony Malkinet every Thursday in the intricate art of chess. I mean, when I was a kid, sure it interested me; however, I wouldn’t have gone so far as to push my child into taking lessons like my mother forced me to do. I had no idea how much she paid this cynical, opinionated atheist to tutor me… and I think the real reason was she saw Tony as a good fatherly role model for me.
Since the day I was born, I had no one to call my father. No one to play catch with or watch a football game with; therefore, I became an isolated, budding intellectual, spending the majority of my free time bettering my intelligence. Tony always saw potential in me which boosted my self-esteem; he would constantly compare his younger self to me and encouraged my interests in the arts, religion, and debating.
It was Thursday, and I’ll admit, I get excited when it’s time to drive to Tony’s. When I showed up, I
Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks - Sneak PeakFlare Tiger walked down in the dark room which lived in deepest basement, which below the Canterlot High School as it’s had two basements but unknown to them, that’s Flare Tiger had created the third and finally, the third basement known as Haunted Shade Basement which she’s choose to scared other by used her old friend, Shadow Cat aka Nightmare Partner in her friend’s codename which Dragon Strike Force didn’t want used her for few reasons that’s she’s very danger and able sneaky around a lots, also, she’s loved killed most of time when she was need. Flare Tiger smiled to see her friend who sat and playing on the television which is game, Flare Tiger decided to pass by and her friend noticed her and smiled in greeting in friendly cat’s tone to Flare Tiger. Flare Tiger nodded right back and walked to the room, which very hugest and very secrets where Flare Tiger didn’t want tell her family about it, not even the outsiders knew
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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