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Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
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.)
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?
Internal StruggleStruggle. An eternal struggle. No, not with someone like a friend, or a family member, or even an enemy. This is... Probably the worst struggle of all, in my opinion. A struggle with myself. Having one part of me firmly believe in one thing and another part of me firmly believing another thing. How can one possibly be expected to simply make up their mind in such a situation? When you've a struggle with someone besides yourself, at least your whole mind is agreed upon one firm belief, rather than two parts of you, two things that are both.. You, having completely seperate ideas.
This could be simplified, I mean, the two things that make me struggle with, well, myself could be something as hideously simple as choosing a pair of socks or at least something as plain and easy. I wish it could be so simple, but no, simplicity is a luxury which I do not have. Complication. Now, that is a main premise in my life. I cannot just be so plain as dimwitted simpletons. Think of it this way. Everyth
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
.: Reader 'x' Gamzee: Dead Bite :.Good night,
Don't let the Dead Bite!
Being constricted to a chair by Gamzee Makara isn't fun. Being constricted to a chair by a murderous Gamzee Makara sounds deadly. Clubs in hands, eyes glued to your pale face, an evil grin spread across his own as he let the first club against your body land. 'HONK!'
Johnny 3, and he's dipping in the four door;
44 and it's pointing at your window.
Ain't a good shot, here come four more;
Getting hot, so I play in the snow.
In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things,
See the dead on the cover of a magazine,
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines,
Better duck, 'cause it's war on my enemies!
Oh, God, think I lost it oh no!
Lost some and wanna watch the rest go,
A mad man when I'm mixed with Soco.
Who would've thought a man could sink to so low?
Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby!
All you fake bitches are just another hobby;
And I'll let you dig, where
Except me - Mega Mawile(contains vore, here is a warning.)
The Mawile and her trainer had been together for a good long while, her being the first pokemon that her trainer, Rachel, had caught. The two were quite close, as were Rachel and her Boyfriend, Daniel. Mawile had the ability to mega Evolve, and Rachel had all the gear for it. The pair had a lot of trust, and it was about to be put to the test, in more ways then one.
It was set, a large field for battle, Daniel and Rachel were about to have a friendly fight. The Mawile, called Quinn, was used first by Rachel, and Mega evolved right away. What was more amazing, was that she managed to defeat her foe in one go. Both of the trainers looked astounded.
"Wow... That's strong." Rachel exclaimed.
"Must be all that extra defense she has, she technically has three mouths." Daniel agreed.
They both approach Quinn with great interest, forgetting the battle. Daniel looks into one maw, Rachel the other. Quinn sensed an opportunity that would be for mutual gain for
Rougarou: Chapter Four
Chapter Four: Marcus
Behind him, Renee belched contentedly and then winced. “My stomach hurts.”
“I’m not surprised,” Marcus told him acidly. “You ate half of the entire pizza. It’s a miracle you didn’t pop like a balloon.”
“I like food,” Renee said sullenly. “Is that so bad?”
“Your gut must think so.”
Renee only moaned pitiably in answer, and Marcus felt the detached contempt he always did for people who were unable to control their own vices. Gluttony had never really been a problem for him; if anything, his weak stomach meant that his concern was that he might eat too little rather than too much.
Still, he thought, far be it for me not to give credit where it’s due.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke without turning to face her, fixing his gaze on the road ahead. “You were a big help back at the morgue, Shannon.”
“You too,” s
A Creepy(Pasta)Meeting 10
The room was filled with the clown’s sinister laughter and your screams as you stared into his mouth that bared the ugly sharp teeth and white and black striped tongue. The door swung open, making you and Laughing Jack look in its direction, and in walked Jeff. Seeing you in the claws of the mad clown must have shocked him so much that his face was paralyzed, for he showed no emotion at all.
“Hey, Jack.” He said and shot his chin up a bit like he was greeting his bro.
“Hey, Jeff.” Jack replied and also shot his chin up. “Found your girlie, hehehe.” Jeff looked down at you and saw that your face was red and black from crying and your makeup was smudged all over your face, including the “waterproof” mascara.
“I can see that…Gee what’s up with you, ____?” he said with a frown and you stared at him:
“HELP ME FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU IDIOT!” you screamed at the blurry figure of Jeff.
“From what? Being
Nothing ReWrite Ch2The redhead coughed and looked down to avoid Ferb's gaze, pushing his sketchbook down to his feet
“What's up?” he asked after a moment, raising his head and offering a smile
Ferb shrugged his shoulders, raising an eyebrow at Phineas. When the redhead said nothing, he wandered over and took a seat on the redhead's bed. Phineas gulped and his gut twisted at the uncomfortable silence, but he adamantly refused to break it. Eventually, Ferb did.
“You know, Phin,” he began easily, falling back onto the bed. Phineas turned and looked down at him, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow “You really shouldn't tell Buford your secrets.”
“Well he's such a pest that one day it just slipped out. It's not like I meant to tell him that-” he broke off abruptly, blue eyes widening as his cheeks paled, terror filling his brain “What-” he broke off “What did he say?”
“He told me how you feel about me.” he responded, face
Nothing ReWrite Ch1It was a beautiful sunny afternoon in Danville. The streets were full of people heading to their jobs, meetings, or just out enjoying the weather. Just outside the city, in the suburbs of the area, was the Flynn-Fletcher household. Across the street from that, was the Garcia-Shapiro household. The young woman that lived there, -aged 17- was just walking out the door with her mother.
The older woman, Vivian, wrapped her arm around her daughters shoulder as they walked down their path
“So,” she inquired curiously “What are you going to be doing today, my Isa?”
“I think I'm going to visit Phineas.” the young woman responded “He needs relationship advice.”
“And who better to ask than you.” her mother winked playfully and released the young woman “I had better get to work, dear”
“Alright, mama. I'll send Linda out to you.” she leaned forward and kissed her mother on the cheek before turning and rushing acros
Memories Best Forgotten: PrologueEverything seemed to spin around him. He wasn’t sure where he was, let alone what had just happened.
I was in a car… I think… then… what happened after?
He winced a little. He couldn’t think straight, his head was hurting way too much for him to even consider doing so.
“Kid can you hear me?”
The boy looked up, his vision slightly blurry. He could see a woman with dark hair, tan skin and green eyes looking at him. He could make out a few facial features but everything else seemed to blur together.
He tried speaking but his tongue didn’t seem to want to move, and all that came out was a whimpering sound.
“It’s going to be okay, we’re on our way to Resurgam First Care just hang in there.”
He couldn’t speak but he was able to nod before he started to black out. He could hear some high pitch noise going off.
“Oh no, hurry it up he’s going into shock!”
That was the last thing he heard.
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 13Fievel, Olivia and Vartan traveled deeper into the bowels of the underground tunnels, feeling the walls and trying not to trip over anything. The three of them had to battle claustrophobia, each of them trying hard not to panic in the pitch darkness, where they could not see their own hands in front of their faces. Olivia stumbled over her own feet a few times and had to be steadied by Fievel, who was taking up the rear. As they traveled downhill, the tunnel eventually leveled off, and as they felt for the walls Vartan, being the tallest, felt a cold steel pipe above them.
"It leads through the tunnel," said Vartan, "Should ve follow it?"
"I guess it's our best hint at where to go," said Fievel.
"I really wish we had a lamp," Olivia said, holding tightly to Fievel's hand.
""W-we'll make it, Olivia," Fievel said, "We've still got our other senses to rely on, even if we can't see."
"The pipe turns here," said Vartan, and he led them to the right.
They followed the pipe straight for a lon
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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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