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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?
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.
Sometimes, Smiles Can Hide Secrets
Her smile is alluring, isn't it?
Couldn't tell that she is pain, could you?
No, she puts her best face forward and smile
Her smiles tend to hide secrets
She's cutting herself again
Causing more pain to end pain
It is but a neverending cycle of pain
A cycle of pain that she doesn't know how to break
A cycle of pain that continues and continues
A cycle of pain that remains unseen
Hidden behind a ruby red smile
A charming smile
Smiles can hide secrets and her's is doing is just that
Of course, a smile cannot really explain away the bloodied bandages
Nor blood on her sleeve
Or cuts on her wrists
Or a bloodied blade
Yet, her smiles conceals her secret
Madgie, what did you do? LIV: Radioactive Rainマッジ、あなたは何をしたのですか？LIV？放射能雨
I awoke in a smoky wasteland, near devoid of life and the fading smell of something charred. Something just happened here, recently, though not too recent. I walked about, looking for any sort of familiar face but finding none. As I had wandered around, it started to rain. However, said rain felt hot and burned, leaving behind red markings. In terrified state, I rushed about, darting into the nearest shelter. I sat there, trying to sooth the burns to little avail. In the midst of sitting there, I spotted a shadow move past the window. At first, I was terrified and sat still. Outside, I heard a small anguished cry and then someone familiar walked through the entrance. Antoinette, who appeared to be rife with scars and covered in bandages, and she was holding an umbrella. "Mademoiselle Lap
Guard!EnglandxChild!Reader - Breaking AttentionArthur Kirkland stood against the wall, his spine erect and his shoulders back. His chin was lifted, and the strap of his tall hat wrapped uncomfortably around it. Despite the summer heat and humidity, he was clad in a wool guardsman uniform. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he even felt it soak into his undershirt. He was used it, however; this was what he was required to do every day.
Arthur was a Queen’s Guard currently stationed on the westward side of Buckingham Palace. He didn't know the fellows that accompanied him on his wall, nor did he care to make their acquaintance. He would much rather let his mind wander to his childlike fantasies than associate with his own kind—or really any kind. He was a loner. He wouldn't deny it. But he didn't really mind. It seemed, to him, much less bothersome with no one around.
Arthur heard a voice that caused him to groan internally. A little girl's voice bounced off the wall behind him and into his eardrums. He hated childr
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
.: Reader x John: 'Romance' :.Time: 6:37 P.M
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You name is ___ ___, and you wait in your living room lazily, dressed up with what feels like no place to go.
Your long time flush-crush, and now boyfriend, John Egbert, has finally accepted your romantic feels.
In return, he promised to give you 'romance'.
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You had no idea what that meant, but he said he'd pick you up around 7 p.m this evening.
So here you are.
tick, tock, tick, tock,
dicktick, tock ti-
You nearly jumped out of your seat.
Loud noise when everything was quiet.
Regardless, you stood up and pressed down on your clothes to attempt to remove the wrinkles you indirectly added.
Putting on a nice smile, you eagerly walked to your front door and saw John.
He was wearing his normal clothes and here you are, fancy.
You did a half deadpan as he was grinning at you.
"Hey ___! Wow, you look nice~!"
"Uh... thanks..." you sputtere
Mallory the MouthA young woman walked along by herself on the beach of a small, tropical island. She had just awoken and was leaving a large ship behind her. It had been quite a trip, and she had lost her only companion, and yet not a sad thought raced through her mind…
Quite definitely alone on the sunny beach, she happily glugged at a large jug of rum and smacked her exposed stomach as it filled with the drink. Even before she had taken her first sip that day, her girth was round and large. She herself was a bit plump, but her belly seemed particularly bloated.
It was quite clear that she had been wearing these same clothes for a while; outside of the colours fading, her brown pants were split down the side, and her belly spilled out completely under her red and white shirt. Even her generous breasts seemed like they were wiggling for freedom from the tight top; she’d obviously put these on at a time when she was a tad thinner. Even the bandana holding her dirty blonde hair in place had f
Beatlemania (England x reader)Beatlemania
England x reader
"I can't believe they don't know who The Beatles are! and the only one who did know the band I was talking about had the nerve to call it their parents music. Wankers!" Arthur mumbles angrily to himself as he hurries down the hall to his locker. He had just finished his last class for the day, English. In that class they were told to bring in a song of their choice so they could do a literature analysis on it. Arthur himself chose his favorite Beatles song and typed up the lyrics and brought it in with him for the assignment only to find out that not many others brought in something for the class and barely anyone even knew who the Beatles were.
"And someone brought in a 'dubstep' song or whatever, how the hell are you suppose to make a literary analysis of that?! Theres no words in it!!" he grumbles to himself as he tosses his books in his bag. He sighs.
'I thought being a transfer student here would at least be somewhat entertai
Eyeless Jack x Reader - Different Addiction.Jack sneered, slamming shut the freezer. He hoped by the time he ran out of the precious foods the media and cops would forget about him and his addiction to the organs. If they had the least bit of intelligence, people would be locked up tight in their homes with the police on speed dial and eight Life-Alerts around their necks. Grumbling he slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed the slightly rusted scalpel and shoved it in his pocket before walking over to the high-tech, cordless radio he stole awhile ago. Flipping through random stations, he found one that seemed like a news channel a short time after.
"- This anonymous killer has been absent from the streets of (Hometown) for awhile now, but please be cautious when going out. Witnesses are saying this person looks to have on a blue mask covering his, and wearing all black. Saying that, please avoid going out outside at night, since it will be harder for a person to see them. Most schools are being shut down for the time being, als
ScotlandXchubby!reader: Will ye be my bonnie lass?ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS -3- except you...you belong to me...jk..jk... XD
I sat in a board trance listening to my geometry teacher blab on about triangles or something. I suddenly felt my butt buzz and I pulled my phone out to see that my Prussian friend texted me. "Come out by the boys locker room." It said
"Dude, that's all the way across campus, and the chub on my stomach proves I'm not a walker."
"I promise...you'll want to see this."
"I'll kill you if I don't like it."
"You will! Trust me!!"
"Alright, I'll be right there."
I put my phone away and raised my hand. "Excuse me sir...I feel like I'm going to throw up may I please go to the nurses office?" My teacher just nodded and I grabbed my bad and left.
"On my way." I texted Gilbert.
I'm a freshman at Gauken academy. My three best friends where Gilbert, Antonio and Francis, though they where all seniors. They've been my best friends ever since I was put in one of their science classes by mistake an
Laura's too fat to Close the Coffee Shop"Hey, as long as you're swinging by there, think you could get me a multigrain bagel and a crème cheese?" Becky piped up as she reclined on the couch squeezed into her favorite pair of pajama pants, "I'll pay you back."
"God Beck, you have like the best job ever." Emily whined as she grabbed her keys, "If I had your job, surrounded by coffee and cheesecake and cookies and scones and muffins all day? I'd weigh twice as much as you."
"Gee thanks." Becky said flatly, "But we're only allowed to eat on break. Management gets kinda pissy if you eat anything on the clock. Even from the waste bin."
"Uh-huh, and how would you know that?"
"So that's a multigrain bagel with crème cheese."
The last customer of the day sashayed her way out the door, her ridiculously complicated order in hand. It hadn’t seemed to bother their most irritating customer of the day that it had taken the poor girls ten minutes to carry out her unceasing line of requests. Two
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
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