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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.
Her Mother's BirthdayIt was a cold saturday night, and 10 year old Natalee was sitting by the table in the dark kitchen looking at the cupcake she recently baked that had a lit candle on top of it. Her brown eyes looked at the empty chair in front of her and began to speak to it.
"I… made you this cupcake." the little girl said with a weak smile. "I didn't have the time to make you a cake, but… hey. At least you might like it."
Her eyes looked back at the cupcake before back at the chair. "You've always said you loved my baking, so…. I'm confident that you'd love it. It's your favorite: chocolate with raspberry frosting."
While she was speaking, her big brother and father were looking through the door, the look of pity and sorrow in their eyes as Natalee spoke to the empty chair.
"You would've loved it… I know you would." the little girl nodded her head before pulling the cupcake towards herself, her eyes beginning to water. "But… now that you're gone, you'll never be able to
Planes FAR: Welcome homeScritch, scritch.
Another X jotted down on a Wings Around the Globe calendar.
The young boy armed with the pencil grinned before running out of his room. “Momma!” He called. “Momma?”
“In the kitchen my light!” Came his mother’s voice as he grinned. He rushed in practically taking off.
He sniffed the air and sighed a little. It smelled like homemade cookies. “Mm...That smells awesome.” Jett Crophopper grinned as he went over to his mother hugging her. “You’ll share right?”
Ishani laughed. “Only if you promise not to take one before they're done cooling. You burnt your tongue last time.”
“Dad ate one and he didn’t flinch!”
“Because he waited.”
Jett pouted before he smiled again remembering what he had ran into the kitchen for. “Guess what today is?” He asked hopping up and down a little.
“Hmm….Is it...Labor day?” She asked though she alrea
Las aventuras de los mellizos creep-cap15Capítulo 15: visitas inesperadas
Selena y John: no debiste decir eso *Selena le da un puñetazo en la cara, y John le da una patada*, váyanse a la mi*rda estúpidos *se retiran hacia su habitación*
Héctor: *levanta a Thomas* ¿estás bien?
Thomas: creo que no…..
Héctor. ¡Que gusto! *le da un puñetazo y se va a buscar a los mellizos*
Thomas: ¡¿pero qué rayos?! *se da cuenta que los demás se van*, ¿A dónde van?
Azucena: vamos a ver cómo están Selena y John……
Jimmy: no debiste ser grosero hermano…. *se van excepto Thomas*
No entendía porque todos apoyaban a los mellizos, pero……tampoco entendía eso de que resultaba ser descendiente de un mitad ángel mitad demonio, siempre creí que era…..”Normal”, “¿debería disculparme?”, pensé, ese pensamiento daba vueltas en mi cabeza, hasta que de repente
Planes - Bad dreamsThe images flashed across the screen, images a young boy shouldn’t have been watching. But he was watching it anyway. It was late at night, his parents were asleep.
Dusty Crophopper leaned forward bringing his blanket around him tighter. On the screen a shark pulled someone under the water. He jumped as blood pooled in the water. He whimpered a bit and covered his eyes.
It was an older movie, his parents had told him he wasn’t allowed to watch until he was older.
So of course, he watched it anyways. The movie in question, JAWS…..And he was regretting every moment.
Dusty waited again leaning forward as the shark pulled the buoy’s towards the boat. He gulped covering his eyes. “No..No...No…” He groaned. “Don’t get eaten!”
He uncovered his eyes and yelped. “NO!”
Realizing he had yelled this he looked around, his parents didn’t seem to be the wiser. He sighed in relief before turning back to the TV… In time
Tales of Machina - Never aloneAndy stood outside his sister’s door, hearing her crying her heart out inside.
She had to say goodbye to Dusty as he went off to become the town’s second firefighter. She knew it was to help them all, but she still had tried to put on a brave face. And when he had flown away she had ran trying to spot him until she had fell.
And now she was in her room crying. She had been in there for almost two hours now. He hated seeing Olivia so upset like this, it killed him inside. She was his little sister, he loved her so much that he would die for her.
Andy sighed a bit knocking.
“Go ‘way!” Olivia called back sniffling, hiccuping a little.
“Livvie...C’mon let’s talk…” He pleaded quietly.
Alright...If she won’t do it the logical way...I’ll have to just play her cards…. He knocked again.
“I SAID GO AWAY-”
“You don’t have to put on a brave face in front of me Livvi
Haunted MemoriesI cleared my throat and leaned down towards the microphone. "Good evening, fellow students. Thank you for being here." There was a low rumble of unwanted laughter. "I want to congratulate you all on surviving yet another year of high school."
There were a few cheers and whoops from the crowd. My eyes scanned the rows of chairs until I found who I was looking for. In the very last row, the very last seat, there was a boy. A small smiled crossed his face and I looked at my feet.
"It's been a rough year for many students and teachers. But through everything, we've stood strong together. Two months, three weeks, and six days have passed since the death of Lindsay Miller." I paused and tried to control my shaking voice. "Two months, three weeks, and six days since any of us have seen her cheerful, loving face. Two months, three weeks, and six days since I hugged my sister. I don't think there's any way we can forget her, and I can speak for everyone when I say she lives on in our memo
Sonic's Romantic future, part 1!!!in Mobius, everyone enjoyed their lives, Sonic kept beating up BaldyMCnosehair and Knuckles did his usually boring (to me) job. one night, Sonic was running over to Amy's house because he was forced to go on a date with her or else she'd be more vicious to Sonic. Sonic kept running at the speed of sound until he tripped over a rock, it made Sonic go into a spin dash position and he hit yet another rock. sonic was sent flying straight until he hit Something or some-one.
Sonic: my god, oww, that hurt! at least it wasn't as bad as that time when we were fighting the Metarex and i got badly beat up.
Sonic opened his eyelids completely that he found out that Rouge stopped his flying spree.
Sonic: oh my god! Rouge! are you ok? i'm sorry!
Rouge: i'll live but what the heck happened big blue?
Sonic: well i tripped over 2 rocks which sent me flying and i crashed into you, sorry about that by the way.
Rouge: it's ok, but where you headed off too in such a hurry?
Sonic lifted Rouge up,
Panic Attack - OC Story: CharoiletScreaming, that's all he could hear along with yells from the doctor as he held her hand tightly. Charoilet was in a lot of pain, and the Captain was scared for her.
How did it come to this?
Let's rewind to this morning.
It was quiet normal, the Captain woke up early that morning to get some tea for himself before everyone else got up. Tea wasn't something he really was a fan of, but the coffee that Niremaan got from two weeks before ran out the other night. So he was left without coffee for the morning.
After making the tea, he glanced over to the room that he and Charoilet were allowed to use while they stayed in Kouki's house.
'Yep,' He thought, taking a sip of his tea, 'Still sleeping.'
He was, of course, referring to Charoilet, who was smiling while she slept. Her stomach had gotten so big in the last nine months, and she was due to give birth next week. One more week until they become parents, until he becomes a father. This made him both excited and slightly terrified.
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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