The ResistanceConfined their eyesThe Resistance by St-Rhye
To the darkest place
A world where
The justice has died.
Has been declined
And the screams
Are just wind.
Change the history
They won’t have
To lead us
We will burn
Around the world
Smother the law
With your protest
Create a new age.
The stolen freedom
Replaced with fear.
You can pull
Down the fate
Soon the sun
AwakenThere were days I doubted I’d make it through the stormAwaken by Venice125GilmoreNT
And each moment of pain, each year the same, oh how I mourned
But, just like the blind, I groped alone empty walls, hoping to find a light
While in the dark, my weary soul cried out to give up the fight
There were days when the battles raged so deep inside
That I made a deal with the devil to be my guide
But the emptiness of his wisdom only lead me astray
And the sacrifice of his prize was too high a price to pay
There were days I feared my soul would be consumed by the fires
And my retched tears would conquer my desires
To escape these clinching woes
Of dismal, dark shadows
There were days when doubt left my heart in such bitter defeat
That among the strong, I stood so very weak
And the hollow winter of despair left me so very cold
That I could no longer stand on my own
But then one day, one Summer's grace, everything changed
And from darkness to light, freedom was proclaimed
From a heavenly mercy that swooped down and save
YouYou put me down every time I speak, and then wonder why I am silent.You by BiaTyla
You see my accomplishments as something that is expected, and my failures as something so unbelievable.
You say doing my best is good enough. You lied. I try my hardest, but to you it doesn't matter unless I'm perfect.
I try my hardest to live up to your expectations, your goals, your dreams, and it has exhausted me.
Working hard for something I don't want is spectacularly awful, yet knowing that if I don't succeed your disappointment will be even worse is difficult.
For once I'd like to have my own expectations, my own goals, my own dreams.
I want to become the person I want to be, not the one you've tried to create.
The House Is BreakingThere are cracks in the wallsThe House Is Breaking by Raevenous
From crumbling voices flailing at dusk
Latching on fractures
More burden to the construct of brick-laden muscle
There are cracks in the walls
From night-time escapologists
Dreamers of dawn
Breaking through apertures one fist at a time
There are cracks in the walls
From every door exclaiming its presence
Loosening bolts and cosier fits
Come with unfaltering routine and persistence
There are cracks in the walls
From the pelting projectiles
That don't fit in the fissures
And worn down by a pitiable barrage of hostility
There are cracks in the walls
Analogue clock round the neck
No dates feels no limitation on the inexorable
Till the clock hangs the wall
There are cracks in the walls
As they paint the exterior
The house is breaking
There are cracks in the walls
From the cracked dependent upon them
There are cracks in the walls.
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every clichés like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychoticDon't Fall In Love With A Writer by Milk-and-Pie
Nintendo Girls Club: Is Pink Really the Enemy?Will pink ever be the new “31337″?Nintendo Girls Club: Is Pink Really the Enemy? by Emerald-Alexandria
After the kind-of-sort-of recent launching of the Nintendo Girls Club channel a few months ago, the backlash Nintendo received from the pretty-in-pink channel, aimed directly at the fairer sex, was harsh to say the least. The complaints rained down from the media , and the critics attacked anything they could get their claws on; everything from the “gaming-insight” exclusives (including only casual and platforming games), to the butterfly-laced pink bed in the background and the barbie-esque model host, came flat and was ripped to shreds by the media. Did Nintendo deserve it?
Well, yeah. They did.
What Nintendo showed across the videos that they claimed to have tailored for a female audience was not actually for gamers, but for “gamer girls” (imagine that in pink font and the ‘i’ dotted with a heart.) They expressed a blatant stereotype of women instead of the real thing, only showcasing one side
Why I Want My Kids To Get Killing SpreesI grew up in religious, family-oriented household, smack dab in the middle of the 90′s game rush. Because of this, an uncomfortable contrast always seemed to be looking over my shoulder. My brother, being the only boy out of the six of us, was my best friend and player 2. I was part of a gaming culture that I didn’t even know existed at the time, but at least I wasn’t completely isolated with my brother at my side, memorizing maps and betting on the success of the huge releases that we caught wind of during our daily 30-minute “internet time” cycles. For the most part, all we had was our junky Nintendo 64, about 5 cartridges, and a wishlist that our parents could never afford; even so, those days were some of the best of my life.Why I Want My Kids To Get Killing Sprees by Emerald-Alexandria
First-person shooters were probably the greatest thing to happen to us after my uncle bought an old Xbox from a neighbor’s yard sale. The metal was cracked, dented, and unscrewed so that the top would fall off if you nudged
Elementals - Chapter 14Chapter FourteenElementals - Chapter 14 by darkchapters
The next morning when Draco woke up he saw Galrin and Lienna sitting around him, waiting for him to wake up. As soon as he started moving Galrin asked him impatiently, “How many more elementals do we have to capture?”
Draco thought it over for a minute then said, “Spring is already upon us, meaning we don’t have much longer until the annual tournament which would be our best chance to slip in Ragnarock headquarters. I didn’t think hunting the other elementals would take so long but I guess we have to cut corners for the sake of time. We should capture an aqua dragon, a phoenix, and a lightning dragon. We can get the phoenix and lightning dragon in Uryaen, the aqua dragon we will have to find somewhere in the ocean depths.”
Lienna and Galrin looked at each other then back to Draco and Lienna said, “Alright but from now on we do this our way, you will ride on my back across the ocean and along the way I will search out for an aqu
Void: Vol.1 Ch.11Void: Vol. I Ch. XIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.11 by darkone4587
Inside a holding cell Derrick sits alone in the dark waiting for something to happen. As he sits there Henry appears opening the door and walking in.
“Hello Derrick.” Henry says walking in.
“Hey Henry, how many days has it been?” Derrick asks tired.
“Have you been sleeping well, you know you need to take care of your health, especially now.” Henry says trying to ignore Derrick’s question.
“I asked you how many days has it been?” Derrick asks again more intensely.
“Derrick, it’s been almost a week, the investigations still ongoi
Void: Vol.1 Ch.12Void: Vol. I Ch. XIIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.12 by darkone4587
In a hallway Adelina and Derrick walk towards the scene of the crime. When they arrive Derrick stares at the spot where Jacob’s body once was.
“Are you okay?” Adelina asks Derrick concerned.
“I think so.” Derrick says answering her. “Why are you helping me?” Derrick asks curiously.
“Well honestly it’s partially because I took pity on you.” Adelina says answering him. “On top of that, I don’t like sending the wrongly accused to their deaths.” Adelina says expanding on her thoughts.
“Do you have any idea about what we’re supposed to do?” Derrick asks curiously.
Void: Vol.1 Ch.13Void: Vol. I Ch. XIIIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.13 by darkone4587
Investigating the murder of Jacob, the group walks down a series of stairs leading into the basement. As they arrive they see a series of various crates containing, various items.
“What is this?” Derrick asks curiously.
“This looks like a storage room.” Adelina says looking around.
“Correct, the basement is the schools storage area, they store pretty much everything the school needs down here.” Selas says explaining things.
“Are the Voidlings kept down here to?” Derrick asks curiously.
“Yes, the Voidlings are kept in a sub basement locat
Adobe Slabs Segment 3Adobe Slabs Segment 3 by Chococcino
A glass dish clanked against the cold metal sink. M fumbled to catch it. A pause in the conversation led M to believe the others probably stopped to look over at him. That, or because Billy had taken another long swig of beer. M couldn't be sure; he tried to play it off like nothing happened.
Billy exhaled. “She’s at home with my mom. She's been napping around this time every day lately. It works for me so I didn’t wanna break that habit.”
"Oh! That's convenient! A little disappointing though, I was hoping to meet her..."
“Daughter?” M said quietly, thinking it to himself more than anything.
All at once the three guests looked over at M.
"Like... Daughter, daughter?" M asked.
"Um." Billy started.
Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 13Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 13 by XxLordxXda
Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 13 – Dreaming
"Sing with me
Sing for the year
Sing for the laughter n' sing for the tear
Sing with me
If it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Dream on, dream yourself a dream comes true
Dream on, dream until your dreams comes true"
Dream On – Aerosmith
Hiiragi's House – Sometime between 2AM and 3AM
After the night party, King stayed in the Hiiragi's family house, even after trying to convincing Inori it wasn't a good idea, due to her persistence she convinced him to stay there, Tadao didn't really like the idea, but being the guest's bedroom in the first floor and all the family stayed in the second floor, he didn't mind too much in the end.
King woke up with some noises, footsteps... Who could be there? The famous guitarist got up, turned on the bedroom lights and opened the door, there was no one
NTN: Shampoo StockpilesWill was pawing through the shelf, cleaning off the gunk beneath from all of the soap scum. He took note of the many shampoos and conditioners lining the shelf and edge of the bathtub. “Hey, Crow.” He called, slightly angling his head toward the open doorway. “What are all these for?”NTN: Shampoo Stockpiles by NostalgicRoxas
“What's all what for?” Crow asked, coming in.
“This.” Will repeated, holding up a bottle of melon-scented shampoo guaranteed to keep your doo in shape. “What's this for--?”
Crow yelped, rushing over to Will's side. He snatched the bottle out of Will's hand, and started blabbering as he picked up the other bottles, filling his arms with them. “Oh these? Well, you know, I just...” Will raised a brow, turning to look at his friend's flustered face. “Well, obviously, I...”
“Obviously you...?” Will asked slowly.
Crow gestured with a bottle in hand, his arms full of a dozen of them with empty promises about frizz-con
I'm Over YouYou know there are some times where you will keep some miscellaneous in your drawer when you know you wouldn't use them again, but still, they are precious to you? You are like that.I'm Over You by Milk-and-Pie
See, I wouldn't appreciate you lingering with me, because I knew I'll only cry when you were here, I knew I'll only made you upset; I knew we had to break our promise.
But you are as though the key to my old apartment. I wouldn't use it again, yet I'll still keep the bronze rusty key in my drawer by my bed, maybe to reminisce, or just for a slight possibility I'll go back again, I don't know, but I know I want to keep your memories perfect.
You are the piano key that I don't use in my music, but I'll press it whenever I love it, maybe because I like the sound of it, or just that I love the way I wouldn't use it much that it will be special and you are extremely special.
You are the folded page in my boring novel that I wouldn't unfold. But sometimes I'll flip to that page and re read it, as though the fold
CellularI etched colour into our cultured limbs,Cellular by Raven-of-Prophecy
Informing you to start the clock and
Mind your white-gloved fingers.
A three-ringed show. Blue bodies
Antagonise colleagues of green growths
Embedded in thick jelly, conjuring litmus sorcery.
You squeeze out solution plops with your glass dropper,
As I prepare knives, noting their movements and
Trapeze ease. Clean releases. So to
Lines of tangled tissue suspended in
Lithe agar, quivering like tightropes,
Tense beneath our lenses. Fine scalpels
Prod the odd formation, prising flesh gels
Apart and mutilating our carefully calculated charts.
Microscopic melodrama. Subject of spectacle.
Stop the clock.
We scrutinise the molarity of all the imbibed chemicals,
Audit the apparatus and
Corroborate the papers. Were there
Defects in the method?
A congenitally flawed hypothesis?
Did my bloody hand tremble too much,
Did I lose my concentration?
Frustrated, I cleave the faulty specimens
to fractious slivers, and ask
If we can start the entire thing ov
Loving In Despair Loving In Despair  by Kagami-Rio
"I suppose I should go back inside the house now." Taking one last glance at the moon, Mia stood up. She was about to look behind her to take a look at the guards corpse, but stopped herself in the motion. 'I promised Ryuu I wouldn't looked at his body.'
Remembering his words, Mia took her hand up to the necklace and grasped it. Then she walked back inside the mansion, making her way back to her room. But when she arrived at her room door and was about to turn the knob, she was stopped by an intense presence. Her heart skipped a beat at the possibility of who it could be.
Mia whipped her head around and came face to face with her father. The current king of Mutsutori, king Hayato. He is the strongest and the most respectable King of Mutsutori. He's known for his very kind personality, but can become strict when it comes to his family's and his people's protection.
"F-Father, what are you doing up so late? S-shouldn't you be in bed?" Mia was fiddling with her hands whi
Loving In Despair Loving In Despair  by Kagami-Rio
It's night time, and the moon is shining beautiful down upon the Ishida mansion. Behind the huge house, in the garden, a 17-year old girl sits on a bench patiently. Why is she sitting there? Who or what is she waiting for? By the blush on her face, you could tell that she possibly waiting for someone she cares about.
Looking behind her as a voice calls out, she sees a boy her age running towards her with a present in his hand. Plastered on his face is a sweet smile as he looks into her eyes the whole time.
"Ryuu...I missed you." She smiled softly at him as he arrived in front of her.
"I missed you too. You were all I was thinking about today when I was getting my paperwork done. Oh, and while I was buying your birthday gift today." Ryu smirked and then kissed Mia. He presented the ribbon rapped box before her. "Happy birthday, my precious Mia."
"Oh, thank you. I wonder what it is." Mia accepted the gift and started to unravel it. She was excited the whole time while opening
Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction]Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction] by sailorgreywolf
America growled protectively again "That's just unfair, he just can't take advantage of your weakness like that". Mexico took another long pull from the cigarette in his hand, which was getting short again before saying "You shouldn't get mad every time I describe Spain doing that. That was not even close to the last time he did it. And before you ask, I never slept with him, despite what Texas has probably told you". America shrugged slightly "He did hint at something like that when he found out that we were dating". Mexico scoffed "I bet this isn't the first time you have heard the story about me and Spain making out, is it?" America shook his head slightly "You're right, Texas has already told me. He's told me a half a dozen times. I wanted to hear your side though".
Mexico suddenly switched to the offensive "Would it bother you if I had slept with Antonio?" America looked caught off guard "It would be…hard for me to accept. I might feel the need to confront him or something"
Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 2Creepypasta: The Serpent and the MythCreepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 2 by ShackleSoul
“Be rational. This isn’t the way you handle your problems, my daughter” the Slenderman said as he nevertheless struggled to remove her razored claws.
“Evidently it is, actually” she leered as she kicked at the back of his shin out of spite.
Berserk Nightmare Ally wrenched the Slenderman’s arm into a chokehold with her free hand, and being in such close proximity to another Slenderbeing meant he couldn’t simply teleport away. He wondered for a moment why she could be trying to immobilize him. The Slenderman’s answer was provided moments later when the shadows in front of the wrestling duo coalesced into a shaft of jagged darkness. The Slenderman had a plan, though. He briefly paused struggling as Berserk Ally lined up her shot, only to throw her over his shoulder when the supernatural javelin launched through the air towards him.
“You’ll have to try way, way harder than that to get t
Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1Creepypasta: The Serpent and the MythCreepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1 by ShackleSoul
The serpent was uncoiling.
She had been sated now and again, each time in blood and blood only. The serpent was itself a monster within a monster. And her rage had until now been largely impotent, being contained from the world as a whole by a twofold cage.
And still, the serpent was uncoiling, always seething, straining to breach the walls of her prison.
“Daddy…” a bleary-eyed Ally mumbled as she half-stepped, half-fell out of bed.
She had spoken more out of reflex than anything else, since it would be odd if her adoptive father of sorts was standing over her bed at this hour of the night. And indeed, he wasn’t. Grabbing a candle from her nightstand and one of her favourite voodoo dolls from beside her pillow, she began wandering the halls of the abandoned asylum. Ally checked several rooms before she realized that she had been searching through High Voltage’s usual haunts, not the Slenderman’s. Sleep cou
King Quarious's ConfessionIt was dark. Terribly dark. The lantern in her hands quivered slightly when her hand shook from a chill, but she soon steadied it. She didn't like how the shadows played on the cave walls.King Quarious's Confession by KatsaNovari
Tightening the cowl around her shoulders, Maurie proceeded through the halls of stone and twisting passages. But... Though she wore leathered sandals, they did not make a sound. Even though the cave floor was beneath her feet, and no matter how soft or hard she stepped, they did not create an echo. As if they were dulled by silence itself. And yet... somewhere off in the darkness was the sound of droplets hitting stone.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Rhythmic, unbroken. Neither getting louder or quieter no matter which way she went. Maurie wasn't aware of any rivers or lakes nearby, and when she placed her hand on the stone wall, though cold, it was surprisingly dry. Must be an underground lake somewhere.
Maurie raised her lantern level with her head, squinting through the darkness. Every now and the
Grown Downs TEASERGrown Downs by xxdraxx
INT. JERRY'S HOUSE (KITCHEN)
There's a painted sign hanging on the wall that says, "Happy
The lights are turned off. The only source of light is coming
from the cake in the center of the table.
JERRY (21, decent but childish looking), JACOB (20s,
stereotypically nerdy) and PATRICK (20s, looks t
ArthtragusArthtragus was a man of honor valor and virtue he lived in a small village with his beautiful wife Catherina and his lovely little boy Melicor. They were farmers, living a simple but good life and were very happy like the rest of the village.Arthtragus by BloodyMess-VaoT
The village was very remote and so he didn't know yet that a dark shadow has come over the land and his simple days would soon be over.
The first sign that something was afoot were rumors about a dragon in the mountains, who has attacked a neighbor village.
Arthtragus didn't think twice when he heard about the possible threat to his loved ones. He grabbed the sword of his ancestors and put on his shiny armor, then he kissed his wife and son goodbye.
Already missing them while leaving the door of their little hut, he hold on to the thought that he was doing it for their sake and the rest of the village.
Arthtragus started his walk towards the mountain full of confidence, knowing he would save the village from harm so he can return to his family.
A Better Time Than ThisIt was around ten o'clock PM on a Saturday, and I was sitting up in my room listening to jazz music on my computer, when I glanced out the window and saw Humphrey Bogart standing in the driveway. He was wearing a black suit and a gray fedora, smoking a fresh cigarette that dangled from the side of his mouth as he stuck his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants.A Better Time Than This by Stilwater-Rundeepo
I second-glanced and looked more closely. There was no mistaking it. Whoever was standing down there did not appear to be a ghost or of some supernatural form, but as real and physical as myself. Either someone had been blessed with a face, height, and mass precise to that of the famous movie actor's, or I needed to lay off the energy drinks. As anyone else would be, I was quite shocked to see someone who should have been dead since 1957 very well alive, in flesh and blood. This goes without mentioning the fact that out of all the driveways in all the towns in all the world, he walked into m
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
HopelessI don't know what to do anymore...Hopeless by BloodyMess-VaoT
I told everyone how proud I am that my son is gay
But he committed suicide...
I found the perfect boyfriend for my daughter
But she ran away...
I always cooked the finest meals for my husband
But he left me...
I impressed my friends with every of my achievements
But they don't talk with me anymore...
I read the whole Bible and go to church every Sunday
But God never talked to me either...
I should have shown more support!
I should have taken a better pick!
I should have spent more time cooking!
I should have told them more!
I should have been more devoted!
I should have tried harder!
But I failed everyone...
HopeA silver key, glistening in the dark even though there was no light to make it glow. A simple key, an interloper among the shadows. I stumbled upon it on my way, lost along the road I had followed. The never ending path had long since disappeared, twisting and turning into a dense expanse of darkness.Hope by Hidden-Behind-A-Book
Yet...I had kept walking.
This was just a little key, such a petulant glimmer among the dark. I picked it up. The light it brought was odd, so foreign to me but why had I picked it up? What came over me to pause in my walk and take the key off the ground?
For the first time in so long, I looked around; taking in the shadows and darkness, the losses and sorrows,the pain and loneliness encasing me. How had I become so inadvertantly blind to everything around me? When had my path changed so much?
I looked at the key and felt a crystal tear roll down my cheek and onto my palm, covering the key in its salt and sorrow. When I looked up again, there was not darkness ahead but a door. A simple do
The Person I AmThe Person I Am by shadowsmokeandfire
I, Lucas Simms, am the most boring teenager you will ever meet. Every day, I wake up at six o’clock, make breakfast, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, put on my clothes, make my bed, and then drive to school. After school, I start on my homework as soon as I get home. At five o’clock, I eat dinner alone. At half past five, I finish my dinner and then continue working on homework until my dad comes home at seven. We exercise for an hour, and then we shower. By the time my ten minute shower is over, my mom is home. I spend twenty minutes talking to my parents while they eat dinner before I return to my room to study. I try to go to bed at midnight, but if extenuating circumstances intervene, I will allow myself to stay up until no later than one o’clock. I go to sleep, and the cycle repeats the next day, unless it is summer or a weekend. Those days have their own schedules, but that is a topic for a different day.
I enjoy my schedule. Predictability is nice. Unfortunately,
artist 2 You sit at your small kitchen table holding a mug of coffee. It’s burnt and trembling but you sip it none the less, ignoring the splashes that dribble down your unshaven chin.artist 2 by blue-skins
The feeling of hopelessness settling thickly across your heart. You’ve lost your mind. You are sure of it, you’re sure its schizophrenia.
You bang the mug against the table as you get up pacing the length of your small apartment thinking desperately of what to do next. Then you hear it, the sound of you coffee mug slowly sliding across the table, the ceramic grind defining in the quiet room.
“No…” It’s a pathetic mutter as you turn slowly, seeing clearly the mug stop at the edge of the table. “No.” It come out more forceful this time as you march across the room and snatch up the coffee mug, holding it firmly.
Your heart is speeding and your hands are shaking more than ever. You shut your eyes and try to brea
BickeringA/N: Sorry I've been so inactive. Work has been crazy and my schedule is all over the place right now. I decided to whip up this chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy it.Bickering by ShiyaHawk
Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.
"Get out!" A girl's voice shouted in exasperation, unbelievably audible, possibly even heard across the city. Squealing boyish laughter followed it, clearing feeding off of it. "I said to get out, Rex! Get out of my room!"
Rex laughed again, louder, nearly giggling with gleeful abandon. "I am out Emma!" He howled back at her triumphantly. "I'm way out here in the hallway!"
Shayera didn't need to get out of bed to see what was going on. She could visualize the scene from where she lay, nursing a migraine from being knocked over the head by Bizarro the previous night. Her head pounded as she grimaced, hoping the two could peacefully work it out themselves.
Rex stood grinni
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Please submit to the right folder
Nothing is to be submitted to the featured folder. I’m sorry but there are some things I can be terribly anal about.
Please be respectful to everybody. Do not be mean on comments; you can give constructive criticism without being mean.
Feel free to submit as much as you want, there’s no limit on submissions. You can submit a small poems or a sixty chapter novel.
Fanfiction is allowed, but it does not have its own folder, whatever genre your fanfiction is, is where you should submit it too.
Under the romance folders, all is allowed, yaoi, yuri, it can be as sexual as you want it, just don’t break dA’s rules, and if you feel your romance story has more of a darker side to it then it goes under the “Dark Romance” folder.
If your story has more than one genre and you don’t know which one is dominate then it would go under “Mixed Genres” for example if you have a horror sci-fi romance it would go here.
If you have any questions feel free to note me or leave a message on the groups page
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