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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?
For the first time...The graves had laid untouched for years...There was a part of both sisters that resented their parents for what had been done to them….The King and Queen locking them away from each other and the world…
But overtime...Forgiveness did come….But the graves were left untouched...Until now.
The current Queen approached the headstone of her mother, her long pale blue cloak trailing behind her as she cradled a bundle in her arms.
“You were always afraid of me...And for me...I never understood why...But I guess I do now…” She spoke softly looking down at what she held a faint smile gracing her face. “But...There was something you two will never understand now...That love...Was the key to controlling my power…And love will be the key forever more…I know what you did was out of love…”
A soft cry caught her attention as she tightened her hold on the bundle rocking it. Elsa leaned back against the large grave sliding down to
SasuSaku: Reuion Part 7
Sakura closed the door behind her and locked it up. She turned around as she began to walk as she had planned on doing so. She pulled her hoodie closer to her as she felt the wind keep up a little bit. She could never keep her body heat since she was a small frame woman. Sakura looked up at the night sky, a smile spread across her face as she watched the stars and the moon shine so bright.
‘I know a perfect place to clear my mind and watch the night sky.’ She thought to herself.
Sakura closed her eyes and disappeared with the wind. After a second, she reached at the place that will calm her. The cherry blossom walked on the dirty path as her boots tap against the red wood. She walked up the bridge, until she was in the middle. She ran her fingertips gently over the railing of the bridge.
“I don’t know why… this place is so calm to me… I mean all the memoires all four of us made here…
Missed Meeting Penny stared at her latte as the rain ran down the window beside her. She barely gave any notice to the chilled breeze that was managing to sneak around the panes of glass even though her arm that was closest to the window was cold.
She looked at her watch then relieved her breath in a defeated sigh. He wasn’t coming. She should have known that he wouldn’t come, what reason was there for him to have come anyhow? She wasn’t anything special, especially to him.
She rested her chin in her hand s she went back to staring at her untouched drink. She no longer wanted it, she didn’t think that she would ever want a latte ever again. She had, after all, only developed a liking for them when she had found out that it was his favorite; it had seemed like it would be something that they could share. Now it only seemed to remind her of how stupid she had been to believe he would want to meet her.
When Paths Cross
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
Time of Month.T’was an ordinary day in the Williams’ household, Fracois and Snowflake were playing with Mister Kumajiro, Matt was relaxing on the couch, but, weeellll……Tundra….Wasn’t really being herself. “MATTY!!” She called out to her husband in a harsh tone, which she rarely did. Matt whimpered and poked his head into their room. “Y-Yes, my little snowflake? S-Something wrong?” “Of COURSE something’s wrong. I’m hungryyyyyyy!” She whined. Matt sighed a bit, and brought her back a bag of potato chips. “H-Here…” He said with a tiny smile. Tundra squeed, hugged him, and began eating.
Matt smiled, but went to his laptop and googled the symptoms Tundra was having. He facepalmed when he saw what it was, and shut his laptop. He then went to their room and hugged her from behind, smiling. Tundra growled a little at this and sorta nudged him off, now eating chocolate. Matt then went to call Franc
Not Good EnoughWhy is it that nothing I do is good enough? It just doesn’t seem to matter, regardless of how hard I try, how far I strive. I’ve been trying, you know. I’ve been trying hard. I’ve been eating better, healthier than before. I’m trying more actively to cut my weight and to stop feeling lethargic. I’ve been going on walks more regularly despite my ankles burning and my bad knee acting up. I’ve been sleeping better and sleeping longer, like I should, rather than staying up and sleeping for two hours. I’ve been trying to stay positive, and it’s actually been working, too. I’ve been happier. I’ve felt better in the last week than I have in the last 10 years.
Why doesn’t that matter to you? It’s never a ‘good job’ or a ‘keep trying’ with you. It’s always ‘yeah okay but why aren’t you doing this?’ It pretty much doesn’t matter what I try to tell you, I’ve re
His Bitter MemoriesI listened as tears of sadness and the laughter of fond memories reverberated off the wooden walls of the small, events centre. Near the entrance on a rectangular table, a book of condolences was filling up steadily. A funeral pamphlet and a small box for donations were spread out around the book for William, a man one either loved or owed.
I turned over an empty glass from another table in the room off to the side and half-filled it with water. I lifted the glass to my lips and scanned the room of faces. My chest tightened when I didn’t find the face I was looking for. Derek. Where was he? When we had had lunch earlier in the week, he had assured me he would attend.
My eyes wandered to my car and I pictured how I might escape. I could slip out and be back with Derek before the service started. I had hoped that he would attend so that it didn't have to come to this. I thought that William’s death would have at least dampen the hate in his heart so we could be together
Tomorrow's A Beautiful DayHigh, soft green grass, nearly as high as my chest, ripples in a light wind across an open field like rolling waves on the sea, and elderly oak trees wave hello, glittering in the late-day sun. Pale blue skies with natural, patchy white clouds paint a faded background, and there is a soft glow to everything. A bay and chestnut horses are grazing peacefully in the distance and birds are chirping and singing and fluttering around like they usually do.
With dark brown hair pulled back into a wavy ponytail, and a beaming proud smile on her face, a woman dressed in a black t-shirt and forest fatigues stands near a white picket fence, with a young girl on her hip, two other girls and a boy are chasing each other around her feet, giggling.
A girl, about four years old with bobbing pigtails and pink ribbons in her hair, peeks out from behind her mom's leg, one thumb in her mouth and the other hand clinging to her mom's leg. Her face lights up as she sees who it is, her dark eyes wide and danci
My house my life tfa ficNarrator P.O.V.
" It was a house in a residential neighborhood . A two-storey house , 4 bedrooms, 2 baths , meditation room , living room , kitchen , laundry area , a beautiful garden and a large backyard . In this house lived a couple with their three children . The father was a descendant of Chinese with long hair to his waist , dark brown and smooth. He was pale , had a great chin, hazel eyes , hoarse voice. He was a reflective and quiet guy. Teachs ninja art classes . Ryou Wang was his name , but he was known for Prowl . He had a very overactive wife named Sari. She was a brunette , with auburn hair , red eyes . She was assistant of his father, dr.Isaac Sumdac, a scientist specialized in robotics.
They had 3 daughters . Mariana was the oldest . She was a brunette , had a black , long, straight hair like grandfather and hazel eyes . She was a quiet and sensitive to bad reviews about her family . She was 17. The middle daughter was Nur . She
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