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DON'T READ NOT FINISHEDMakayla Danes walked sullenly through the broken city that once seemed like home. It used to be lively, happy, simply buzzing with life--now, it was empty. Barren. Desolate. How such a city could so quickly become so sickening dull, Makayla had no clue; she could hardly remember what happened, really. But, if she tried really hard, she could remember a bit of it.
She had come home to her tiny apartment rather late after a night of drinking. She'd stumbled into the bathroom, booze in one hand and house keys in the other. Here, Makayla's memory always went fuzzy. Perhaps she put down her things; maybe she had lost them after vomiting or collapsing to he floor only to get back up. Makayla really couldn't be sure, but he next part she remembered was standing in front of the mirror, doing the same thing most girls so when they catch a glimpse if their reflection. She fixes her hair, tries to brush away smudged make-up, attempted to make herself look less... bursting-at-the-seams.
She had sq
To KikaiDear Kikai,
There are a lot of things I can't explain to you, such as why I would write a letter to you in the first place; or, better yet, why I would be writing it at three in the morning. You'll have to excuse me if I don't make sense or start babbling.
As I said, there are somethings I honestly can't explain to you. I already told you a few, but wanna hear a few more? I can't explain to you why you like Rachel so. I cannot explain why she likes Ben better. And, I cannot say why Ben likes her too. I just don't know the answers. I suppose its just that sometimes, things happen. Maybe we don't like them, and maybe we wish something different might have happened.
Now, I could go on, right now, for a while about what-ifs—what if things WERE different?; what if you were more normal?—however, that wouldn't change anything would it? But, I'd like to at least try to offer some advice, if I could.
Maybe I sound stupid, but I think things happen for a reason. Ma
A PoemA Poem
Always changing, never the same;
Always different, but always vibrant.
Not a day goes by
When she's not being completely,
This is a poem
About someone who will never
In their life
Be someone who they aren't.
(You Die.) I Die? (You Die.)I can't do it.
(Yes you can.)
(A necessary price for peace.)
What is this even solving?!
People will miss me!
(No they won't.)
But he will.
(... I know.)
Doesn't he count?
(Because you love him.)
Why does that make him not count?
(If someone could love you back, they don't matter anymore.)
(Because you're not worth it.)
(Because you don't matter.)
(Because you've never been worth anything to anyone.
You've never done anything that would prove you deserve anything other than pain and misery.)
(It hurts, doesn't it?)
Because everything you said...
It was all true....
I am worthless.
I don't matter—I never did. (Yes, that's right.)
What do I do now?
(You end it.)
(Well, dear, that's simple.)
So how do I do it?
(Pick up the knife, dear.)
(Put it against your wrist.)
(Now, drag it up all the way up to your elbow, right along that lovely blue vein you see poking out there.)
It Hurts So BadIt hurts so bad that you don't care.
It hurts so bad that you don't want to remember.
It hurts so bad that you never give me strait answers anymore.
It hurts so bad that you "more or less" hate me.
It hurts so bad that I still love you.
I Hate the WinterI hate the winter.
It reminds me of him.
All about him.
I loved him;
He loved me too.
But he left,
And I lost him,
And I felt broken
He's back now.
I still love him, and I don't know why.
I told him...
But I had to change the words.
"I love you..."
"... as a friend, this time."
He was so relieved.
Why does that make you so happy?
Let me remind you,
You loved me too back then.
But you don't want to remember.
We were bad.
Our relationship was bad--
I was bad.
Why? What made me so bad?
It's my fault.
He doesn't say it to me.
He hardly hints at it.
But he thinks it.
He thinks it was my fault
All my fault.
It was both of ours.
I know it.
He knows it too,
But he's too scared to remember.
Because I was so bad,
I wasn't worth remembering.
Once upon a time,
There was a boy and a girl.
The boy left,
And the girl broke.
I hate the winter.
It reminds me of him.
I hate the winter.
It reminds me of him.
And he didn't even care.
I Tried (No I Didn't)Did I do this to you?
I tried to help;
Help you get better,
But instead, did I just help you
Become a monster?
I thought I was helping you better yourself.
I thought I was helping you become...
I thought I was helping you get yourself under control.
I only made it worse.
I think, somewhere inside myself,
I knew what I was doing.
I knew I was only making it worse,
But did that stop me? No. Could this mean...
We're both monsters, me and you?
The Cat and the WolfOne day, a cat was wandering through the woods. She didn't often go there; it was all new to her. She was very lost, and she didn't like how so many animals surrounded her. It was very intimidating. But then, the cat met a wolf. He was was a kind wolf, and he made the otehr animals seem... less intimidating. The cat liked the wolf very much, but the wolf had a mate of his own, and even the cat had her own feline lover waiting for her just outside the forest. The cat didn't want to leave her new forest friends, or the wolf.
The cat knew she had to go visit her own mate from time to time, so each night, she reluctantly left the forest to see her mate. But, surely enough, every morning she left to see the forest again; the see the wolf. The cat always stayed very close to the wolf, sometimes to the point of the wolf getting very annoyed, but still, the cat stayed by his side. The cat found it very amusing when he was frustrated with her.
The animals in the forest always scoffed at the two
Prussia x reader new nanny part 1Prussia x reader new nanny part 1
[Name] drove to her new job, she was 21 with bright [e.c] eyes and [h.l] [h.c] hair, she hummed softly as she drove and in came the view of the city, her eyes sparkled.
I stared at the lights of the city, they shone brightly
"cool" I mutter and drive to my new job, a mr.Ludwig Beleshmit had hired me to watch his brother Gilbert, I guess from the details this kid was pretty idiotic, knocking on the door I wait.
"hallo" there in front of me stood a tall man with slicked back blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"hi urm are you Ludwig Beleshmit?" he nods
"ja" he takes me in
"I'm the new nanny for Gilbert" he cracks a small smirk and seems o snicker a little and lets me in.
"Gilbert! get in here!" he yelled
"ja bruder?" a man asked, he was albino and damm he was sexy
"Gilbert meet your nanny, nanny meet Gilbert, theres a list on the fridge back in a few hours if he missbehaves spank him" he says and leaves the room, I blink then it cloc
Smtry's Childhood (canon story) chap 1Chapter 1
"It Must Be a Dream"
Yet another day… A day after my 5th birthday… But I don't see the difference anyway,
This day started precisely like the day yesterday, I woke up of hearing that my parents
was jelling on each other again. (I don’t like to hear them jelling on each other)
I heard a big SMACK! and that dad walked with angry steps out from the room, then I heard the car engine started and derived away. I got up from my bed and walked out from my room to find mom.
Smtry: MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?
Mom: … I’m here Smtry…
I follow where the voice was coming from until I feel moms back, she where rising up from the floor. I grabbed her hand and tried to help mom up on feet too.
Smtry: Mom, are you okay?
Mom: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me...
We walked down the stairs and in to the living room.
Smtry: Mom, why where you and dad jelli
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 3
Salt Lake City, Utah- Three Weeks Earlier
Early in the morning the stagecoach approached the entrance to the 1890 Utah State Fair in Salt Lake City, carrying underneath it dozens of mice from Green River and other towns it had stopped at along the way. The Mousekewitz family rode together in the long train car-like seating area installed beneath the stagecoach, sans Tanya who was riding in a separate car with the school band and Mr. Ironside, a mole who taught at the town’s schoolhouse. Fievel had asked if he could ride with his family instead, and had his school-issued violin in a case under his seat. Accompanying the Mousekewitz’s were Olivia Flaversham, practically inseparable from Fievel as usual, her father Hiram, Tony Toponi and his daughter Aisling. Vartan Mookian rode in the other car with the band, he played the oboe, taking to the instrument rather easily due to it‘s similarity to the instrument he‘d learned to play in the Ottoman Empire as a ki
An original story~Asfin: Ch. 2
Torches. The Asfians have torches. Why would they have torches? There's daylight. The only two reasons for torches are to see or to burn. There is not reason to burn our capital. We did nothing to them. Except for Nathan hitting that Asfian guy.
A group of men, marching towards us with red and black chariots behind a man. The shining color of Asfin. Red for blood, and black for bravery. A man emerges from the chariots, he walks up gingerly to us.
"Do you see that?" the Asfian man said. He was tall and was dressed like a roman warrior. He was pointing to the dead civilian on the ground. The pale face of person sent a cold shiver down my back. His eyes were wide open, like he just saw something frighting.
"That will happen to you if you do not cooperate with what I am about to say" said the man. He had a very angry look in his eyes. I know he wanted me to die. And I want him to die too.
" You filthy Menoians will work
An original story~Asfin: Ch.3
"King Tentu" I called. I want to know if were going to war. Me nor Nathan can't go to war with only our call. I need to know if we have permission to engage war on the Asfirians. I really do not want to go to war with them because they have much more powerful armor and weapons. We were once united as on nation but then they rose to power and told us to live in a small corner of the island. That created a major war and out kind was almost extinct.
I hope this time we wont lose.
"YES!" Tentu yelled. I was at the first floor of the Nation hall and he was on the third. "I need to talk to you about something!" I yelled. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs to the right of me. As he walked down to me, "yes Elie?" he asked. "I need to talk to you about the incident with the Asfirians"."Ah yes, those annoying Asfirians showing of their red and black striped armor, flag, and chariots. I really hate them for putting us here. We should have half of the island!"
I wake promptly at 7am to the blaring HONK of my alarm clock. I can tell my mother is already awake, because I can hear and smell coffee brewing and the faucet running. I roll out of bed, pushing the white comforter back in the process of standing.
In just royal blue PE shorts and a black tank top, I head out across the hall and into the kitchen to greet my mother. Even though it’s quite early, sun shines brightly through the windows that scatter the sunroom and spill into the kitchen. I sit across from my mother at a small round table, as she clicks away on her laptop without looking up at me.
She looks a bit greenish, and tired as she briefly looks at me.
“Are you ready to start your third year of high school next week?” She asks unceremoniously as she turns back to her laptop almost immediately. It’s too early for me to use my words, so all I do is grunt unenthusiastically.
I rest my head against the woo
The Disappearing Act: Chapter 1
The Disappearing Act
A.N.: This has been out for a few days on TheHurtOffical's journal but I'm just now getting around to posting it on my account. I've had a lot going on with family and this week was my boyfriend's birthday so we're doing his party today. I'll try to get at least one story up this weekend but I can't guarantee nuthin. Haha. Anyways I hope you readers enjoy the story. Its going to be one sick and twisted story I think.
I'm writing this story along with :iconTheHurtOffical: so you can find him and the information for his character Ryan Cross on his profile. The Illusionist is my character.
Part 1: "The Illusionist"
I admit that it was out of place for me, but right now my demon didn't care. It wanted blood, and it wanted it now. I stalked a group of three girls as they walked along the street. They were swooning and stumbling, laughing out and joking. I stayed close enough to them so I couldn't loose them as I kept an eye out for when to strike. I
Infectious- CH1 I must have fallen asleep because I wake up with my cheek pressed against the table. Surprisingly, there's no drool puddle leaking from my mouth. It takes me a moment to wake up, and realize I need to wake up my sickly mother, before she wakes up and gets pissed off I didn't do it.
With a quick glance at the stove clock, I see it says 4:26 PM and I know I'm screwed. I sneak down the hall, and past my room to my mother's closed door. Slowly, I turn the cold knob pushing the door open.
"Mama, I'm waking you up a bit la-" I'm cut off by a deep, guttural snarl emanating from the lump in the covers that I assumed to be my mother. "Mom, are you all right?"
I slowly near the growling lump, as it makes no movements. I go to grab my mother's covered shoulder, and when I do all hell breaks loose. A scream doesn't explode from my throat, although it should at this moment.
My mother had leaped from the blankets like a starving animal. Her hair was hanging in dark, str
Invalid Identity - Chapter 3C H A P T E R 3
I had just woken up from yesterday's nightmare.
Today, I'm in a hospital. For some reason, I felt
at ease when I learned I'm still in "my" body.
The thought of awakening in a different body,
seeing horrible things is frightening me.
It would frighten you too.
I was alone. Lying down in pure white bed,
covered in white sheets. The color of the sunset
is reflected through the room's window, the light
beams on the floor. As I stare into the light,
I felt my head ache for a second and a completely
blurred image showed up in my mind for a second.
I barely saw what it was, who it was, whatever it is.
In the end, I had this feeling of nostalgia..
Even if I don't know the cause.
"Good thing I'm still me.."
However, the calmness of the time I woke up
was disrupted by a sudden scream of someone.
I was afraid but somehow the adrenaline rush
took over my body and when I realized, my
own feet had taken me outside my room.
Immediately, I saw a patient who just broke
DeadHe crept through the dark house, searching for his target. Finally, he creeps up the stairs, spotting his victim tucked away in bed. The poor fellow; he didn't even know that these would be his final moments...
He stands still for a few moments, watching the man sleep. Slowly, a sinister smile creeps up upon his face, his eyes glowing their eery red colour. He holds the sharpened wood behind his back, simply waiting. For what? Nothing; he simply savors this moment; the final moment in which his enemy of many years will be allowed to live. The final moments of his simply waiting in the shadows, waiting to once more take power over what is rightfully his. As the vampire lying in the bed rolls over to his back, the murderer's smile widens. This is the time. He raises the stake above his head, bringing it down quickly, striking through the vampire's heart. Instantly, the vampire's eyes shoot open. He knows he is not long for this world. The murderer creeps away, out of the house, away from
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