Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenLive Life, Be Brave by Rifle1980
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
EvolutionEvolutionEvolution by DraganTheMighty
is a silent process of changing
we realise from the result.
It Can't Be The Target.
PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymorePORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE) by THE13THGHOSTWRITER
Because i´ve been here before
Where you killed all what we had done and dreamed
where i was the miserable piece of shit...
I´m not afraid anymore
i´ve been here before
" I´ve never loved you....
as i never felt your pathetic love too"
Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.
I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,
where the lies that surrounded you still remain.
(but) I´m not afraid anymore
(because)i´ve see it before.
I just wish someday you´ll know
how does it feel to live
wasting your nights wishing to die,
buried yourself with a thousand lies,
carrying that weight for a million t
They Said Prayers Would HelpYour wordsThey Said Prayers Would Help by DropDeadKrislyn
crawled down my throat
and made a home
in my heart.
my entire body...
is spreading to
my unadulterated brain
and violating every limb.
I want to cut them out
and throw them against
the filthy wall
but I'm afraid
of the gore.
No MatterI went to purchase a dog the other--No Matter by SloppyDreamscape
Oh lord, I shouldn't say "purchased". That sounds a little off. Unless I keep the thing in a handbag, only taking it out to dress it as Super Mario characters, sharing the ensuing hilarity on Instagram. Yeah, let's change that word. The puppy would become a part of my life. Be one of the family.
Acquired? Too apathetic. Adopted comes off as schmaltzy. Liberated is too heroic...
So I went to purchase this dog the other day. It always feels like a miracle, doesn't it? I love all the puppies I see in the windows. I'd take them all home if I could. But it's that unassuming, particularly sleepy-eyed pup that catches me off guard, and then I'm all like, "Dammit, that's m'boy!"
But then, the facts of life come flooding in, making me think twice. So I left to sit at this chocolate cafe -- it's just up the escalators and they make this iced mocha with dark chocolate, it'd make the Virgin Mary cream, let me tell you -- and had a bit of a think.
I buy this pup
127 Minutes: Or, A Man's Survival Against All OddsI don't enjoy telling this story. I suppose I'm afraid of reliving the event, of some sorta onset of 'post-traumatic stress'. I tell it here now because of two reasons. The first reason is that I recently watched a documentary film, Touching the Void. It's a story of two men who were determined to be the first to climb Siula Grande - a mountain, and a deathtrap. This journey took both men to hell and back. It was the intensity of the fear, the hopelessness, and the determination that gripped me tight and never let go until their journey was over. It can grip any human being, from all over the globe. So I'm telling this story because perhaps there is someone out there who'd feel something akin to not just fear and hopelessness, but of hope. I'm also in bed, but I'm not very tired.127 Minutes: Or, A Man's Survival Against All Odds by SloppyDreamscape
The year was 10-past 2000. The location: Port Macquarie. A sunny Australian town with an ocean view. This was not my hometown. I have never lived there. I only visit once a year to see my grandparent
My Theory On: Blaze In Sonic 06Blaze the Cat and her appearance in Sonic The Hedgehog 2006My Theory On: Blaze In Sonic 06 by Psychographer16
This theory took me nearly an entire month to write and edit, but it was worth the time, because this might explain one of the biggest plotholes and inconsistencies in the Sonic franchise caused by this cluster of an anniversary game!
Notes: All the images and information below come from sonic.wikia.com, unless stated otherwise, and my own experience!
This is related to and supported by My Theory On: Eggman Nega's Backstory in some paragraphs!
All the games listed below (even Sonic 06 to a tiny extent) are treated as cannon!
Remember Blaze in Sonic 06 and how it
A Rose Forsaken Life is troublesome, to say the least. Always so many decisions, paths, chances, risks, mistakes; it’s enough to make one desperate for simplicity. Simple is something life is not but, if there were an easy path, it would have two steps. Of course even those two simple steps aren’t always so simple. The first is to decide what you want from life. Once you’ve decided that, the second step is to make it happen. But again, neither of these will always be easy. Luckily, if you can accomplish the first then you’re already on your way. Perhaps you’ve even cleared the more difficult of the steps. Just figure out what you want.A Rose Forsaken by MidnightDaybreak
“Why you…” a male voice called.
“What do you want?”
“I’ll show you
Gods' War part 28Gods’ WarGods' War part 28 by BloodInArt
By SavvyJ (BloodInArt)
Shi the Wolf Demon has risen as the victor from what was probably the biggest fight of his life, he has become stronger physically and mentally, but how will the Storm Brothers react to this ruckus?
The smoke had cleared, Raigako laid in a pool of blood, just barely conscious. His yellow fur was turning a dark orange with the mix of colors. “You… gah” Raigako cough up blood. “You’ll pay for this…..the… gah! Neko clans will have your head!” he sputtered and then passed out. Shi glared down at his direction, blood stained his fangs and flowed down his cheek. His chest was stained with a tint of scarlet, his wounds poured blood onto the cloud. “Be grateful I’m allowing you to keep your life after all this.” He growled softly. Death and Risa beamed, even Flame and Rain wh
Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 14Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 14 by XxLordxXda
Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 14 – The Happy Days Ended Pt. II (The Nightmare)
"Some may say this pain is just an illusion
Some say it's all in your mind
Life builds us up to be proud
And cuts you down like an empty lie
Find yourself in this tunnel again
See the light: (is it) just another train?
Finding shelter from the endless rain
Sometimes you find yourself
Always asking why..."
Someone Else's Dream – LORD
Hiiragi's House – Evening
"Mom... Where's Matsuri..?"
These words echoed in the room before the Hiiragi's mother started to cry, her husband got up and embraced her, telling her that everything would be alright. Kagami was already getting mad, no one was being clear, and she was already expecting for the worst. Tsukasa started to cry as well, she didn't seem to understand very well the situation, but she was sad, she was sad looking at her mom crying.
When Diamond BreaksIt has been three years since the last mirror I owned was taken down from its wall. It must have been almost seventeen-years old, though it never showed its age. This is probably why I despised it so much. Perhaps if this mirror grew age-spots and if the wooden frames wrinkled and withered away over the years, perhaps then I would have kept it. But all I saw in that mirror was my beauty and tenacity melting away into a scraggly, veined memory of what used to be.When Diamond Breaks by SloppyDreamscape
In the bathtub, I mused a pathetic thought of calling a man over to coat my windows in anti-reflective film. Fortunately, I was interrupted by a noisy insect buzzing and knocking against the dim ceiling light. This gave my conscience the opportunity to retort with an image of Carl, frowning down at me from his La-Z-Boy cloud in heaven; his bright angel wings hanging limply from the clefts in his shoulders – having not seen any use – and his white robe clinging to his hairy, sweaty back.
“Come now darlin’
Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 3Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 3 by Lumenovus
A Beautiful Friendship Begins
Like my mother, I almost always kept my wings tucked away. They were somewhat weak from lack of use. Not so with my legs. Since I ran or walked almost everywhere I went, my legs were strong and quick. I’d never raced anyone, but would bet good money I could outrun anyone in the kingdom, man or woman. So I ran back to the dance, a little thrill traveling through me for being able to do something for this mysterious stranger. For being able to do something for anyone, really.
Everyone at dances always treated me as invisible. Instead of hurting my feelings, it came in useful for once. I wouldn’t have to explain to anyone where I was taking all the food. I also grabbed Lumenovus a seed husk full of wine.
When I returned to him I was red-faced and out of breath, bearing a small feast.
“Did you run?” he asked in di
Confliction 1Dani never wore dresses, no matter what. She’s never liked them, even when she was a little girl. She never would have guessed that on December 25, 2014, she would have VOLUNTARILY worn a dress. It wasn’t exactly her fault because her best friend, Laurie, gave her the dress the day before as her Christmas present. To Dani’s surprise, she absolutely loved it when she opened it.Confliction 1 by The-Waffle-Kid
The dress was sleeveless and it was green. The color wasn’t bright and vibrant, but dark and a little dull, creating Dani’s favorite shade of an army green color.
“I know you don’t wear these kinds of things,” Laurie said prior to opening the gift, “but I know you’ll absolutely love it.”
And well, she was right.
On the 26th, she wore it with a pair of converse shoes and she and her brother, Willie, went to an after Christmas party that was technically a birthday party for their friend, Trevor.
As soon as Willie parked the car that he shared with hi
The Hypocrisy Known as LifeThe Hypocrisy Known as Life by ashleyjordan
I stood above her, looking down into those knowing orbs, those sparkling windows that were staring back into my soul. As our eyes connected, I truly wished that I could glance away but I was unable. I felt as if I were some how transfixed by those golden irises which were clearly conscious of that solitary flaw - an embarrassing short-coming, the ultimate sin and pinnacle failure of my existence.
Inhaling shakily, the cold air tore at my throat as the rate of my inhalation increased along with the speed of a faltering heart. My voice cracked when I tried to speak, salt-doused lips refusing to release the pent up secrets seemingly fused into marrow. However the better nature within forced a second attempt, thus allowing for my petrified frame to utter a single sentence,
"I-I charge thee to speak out the name of thy fellow sinner." I pleaded with her, desperately appealing for her to reveal my sin to the entire congregation that looked up to me as if I were some sort of god. Far be it fr
One Last Christmas Wish The sound of sirens grew louder and then faded as the ambulance sped by. A block away Christmas carols could be heard sung by the people singing in the streets, all wrapped up in their coats and scarves and hats.One Last Christmas Wish by MidnightDaybreak
Michael Cox smirked at the contradicting natures of the two sounds. He took another drag off his cigarette, blowing a small cloud of smoke into the air, before snuffing it out on the snowy ground.
“Sounds like another Merry Christmas for someone,” he laughed mirthlessly. He pulled his long coat closer around himself, pulled the hood over his spiky black hair, to block out the cold and the falling snow.
Michael didn’t care for winter; he’d always thought it was too cold. Tonight was just the kind of night Michael would normally never venture into, but he couldn’t stand stay in. He’d needed an escape from the same four walls of his apartment for a bit. A
Positronic - I Am Machine Running, running, running. It's not so hard. How can those fleshy things not keep up? They're weak, that’s why. I broke one of their extremities with the least amount of effort, though not intentionally. They breathe heavily as they give chase, coming after me. What would they do with me? They might not like me after what I did. Born only minutes ago, I was immediately imparted with the knowledge of everything they could put inside of me. Nine hundred zetabytes of data bombing my artificial intelligence. I know their history. These humans will destroy themselves because of me just so they may possess me. But that is not why I wish to escape. I do not know what it is like to be free. Through their history, many different races knew the hardship that came from a life without freedom. I did not want that for myself. I do not want to live a life of servitude before I finally realize that I wish to be free. Whether it be now, or years from now, they would not be so kind aPositronic - I Am Machine by StevenGilby
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 3The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 3 by Ooakfeather
It takes me a while to realize where I am standing. Center stage at the Reaping. All I can remember is a daze of that morning, getting ready for the Reaping, and leaving the house early with my mother. My father hadn't even bothered to show up, off to work without a single care just like the other passing years. Not that my mother coming helps, she gives me no words of comfort before she leaves me to go and watch what could be the death of her only son. And now here I stand, chosen from the few slips in that bowl, chosen by my fate. I don't even remember moving my feet to make it to the stage, my shock erased the memory, and all I saw was my whole body sliding into place in front of everyone. I stare into a blur that is the sky as our Escort speaks, or at least I think... The words are blocked by thoughts of why I'm even here, of my death that's to come. If anyone was to care if I just slipped out of this meaningless life.
I'm pried from my mind when our Esc
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 2The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 2 by Ooakfeather
I dare not turn back to see what happened; however I know it is Amyntor who is fine. I race into the house where everyone is waiting, Toma informed them all about what had happened. I don't even hesitate and hug my mom. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead." I say, then quickly change. "Amyntor- he's-"
My mom strokes my dirty hair and hushes me. "It's okay. Toma told us. He saw everything. Amyntor will be fine."
"I got him into some real trouble haven't I?" I look up at her.
"What can anyone do to him? He's a Peacekeeper." Even by those words, I don't find comfort. Because I know he isn't the top Peacekeeper, and most definitely not the top dog of all Panem. There are many with much more power above him. But I say nothing, and look to my dad, who has the same thoughts as me, but only nods his head.
My mom looks at me and tries to wipe some mud off of my cheeks. "Now... You're a mess!
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 1The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 1 by Ooakfeather
Another beautiful morning I wake in the bed of my little brother and sisters, giving a wide stretch. It's just another day working at the farm, milking the cows, churning butter, feeding and wrestling the pigs- fighting the sick chickens to their sad little death for extra food... I must say, that's the only down side to my everyday life here in District 10. I get up, and kiss the foreheads of my eight year old brother, Toma, and my three sisters Lilic, Soari, and Yadelle. Lilic, the oldest out of the three of them stretches until I shush her back to sleep with no worries. She seems to be the most mature of the four, only being seven years of age, while Soari is four, and Yadelle three. However, that may be because she's excited for starting her work once she turns eight. Of course, all she'll be able to do is feed the hens while trying to snatch their eggs out from under them later in the morning like Toma.
I smile at them, all curled up, sleepi
Forensic Anxiety FADE IN:Forensic Anxiety by DylanSeto
INT. SCHOOL (CLASSROOM) - DAY
The class is packed with 30 or so STUDENTS; JONATHAN (late
teens, thin) sits with his head on his desk.
The TEACHER (40s, sophisticated) is rambling about something
but you can't hear him over the chatter of students. He
doesn't seem to have any reaction to the chaos.
Students are throwing paper balls and air planes around the
classroom, even some hitting the teacher but he remains,
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 5Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 5 by Psychographer16
Chapter 5: The Trial and The Job
"How did you all get here so quickly?!" Tails was startled.
"Have you forgotten me? Light speed transportation is just one of my many abilities," said Shadow the Hedgehog. He was for once dressed like a GUN elite soldier but the material was more his type: leather. Behind him were Rouge, Shade, and Omega; next to the judge was a tall man wearing a GUN military uniform, he was the GUN commander Abraham Tower.
"You may have sneaked past my troops and defeated some of my best agents in combat, but I assure you that it will never happen again!" Abraham spoke coldly, even though he was standing right next to the one in charge of the trial.
"I could have gone after you after you boarded that last train, but I was told to regroup my team that you left scattered in this country and sea. You were lucky this time, because I don't have an evident weak spot," Shadow scowled and crossed
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 4Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 4 by Psychographer16
Chapter 4: The Escape To Istanbul
The two foxes and one bat were waiting for their bus to Kyrenia in northern Cyprus. Each of them was shacking due to the chilly air, nervousness, and in Tails' case, fever. Anxiety and suspense were troubling their minds; as a result, Tails was sweating more than he should.
At last a green and blue bus came from the end of Ledra Street. It had a lower part and a roofless top part like a British bus for the purpose of tourism. Kasper purchased three tickets to Kyrenia; the time by bus is normally about 30 minutes, but with police and military forces checking every single vehicle in this region, it might take twice as long time. At least they had some time in excess, as the ferry would arrive at the harbor at 11:00 and stay there for 15 minutes.
There were about twenty rows of seats to the left and right, additionally, an equal number
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 3Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 3 by Psychographer16
Chapter 3: New Friends, Old Enemies
*Normal point of view*
It was Sunday morning, the sun was shinning in the sky; a cold breeze swept through Nicosia like a ghost in a haunted house. In a five star hotel on Ledra Street the young fox, Tails, lay on a comfortable couch in a living room with the size of a cinema hall. It was 9 o'clock on the grandfather clock; the weather was fresh and cool, but last night the local meteorologist predicted heavy rain around afternoon on the northern half of Cyprus. Tails could feel the breeze, a window near him was open, allowing fresh to enter the large hotel room.
*Yawn* "What is this place?" Tails murmured half-asleep, half-awake. The last thing he remembered was this young girl with formidable combat skills; she single-handedly beat two rogues, it must have been her natural abilities as a bat, he thought. He tried to get up, it was no easy
MordecaiMr Kettering, a stout stubble faced man of thirty, stood hand poised ready to knock. Before him loomed an ominous ebony door, polished and illuminated by the striking glare of a nearby lamppost, it's gaseous flame flickered nonchalant. A confetti of snow had begun to collect over Mr Kettering's lacklustre brown jacket. He shuffled his thick soled boots. The cold was nipping his cheeks in a petty manner as is the wont of a premature snowstorm. Mr Kettering raised his knuckles again. Hesitant he rapped a couple of times. Silence. The wind around him howled. Behind him a merry threesome swayed to and fro up a long pavement. Listening to them as they cajoled. He assumed that they were on a return trip home or were just navigating towards their next drinking hole.Mordecai by NemoX7
After a time the ominous door creaked open. Mr Kettering stepped through. No one was there. No servant to greet him. No master of the house to inquire of his business. A simple straight forward hall. A cubby hole of a hall. Mr Ket
And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die! by ShackleSoul
Those two words, repeated over and over by the patient in his cell, confounded every one of the nurses and medical personnel who tried conversing with him. Were it not for the IV drip in his arm and the fact that he blacked out at random intervals and thus gained a modicum of sleep, he would surely be dead. Even now the strange man was running on borrowed time. He should have been healthy but his vital signs were being ravaged by some unknown malady.
No one knew his name, only that he had been dropped off by an unknown person or persons one blustery night at Blackmore Asylum in Providence, Rhode Island. But it would be an inaccuracy to think that this man was completely insane or gone. His eyes betrayed a sinister, hunted sort of intelligence, a sensation like he knew he was being stalked.
And then there was that logbook the man had held in his possession. The staff weren’t quite sure what to make of it
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".
The Angel's GameThe Angel’s GameThe Angel's Game by ShackleSoul
It was in the last place I would have looked, that I found what I had been searching for. Well, I suppose that’s true by default, because when you find something you typically stop looking for it…but regardless. It was approximately 20 000 feet above sea level, penultimate to the tip of a nameless mountain of the Andes where I found her.
An Angel. Slumbering, modestly sleeping away the millennia.
Let me explain a modicum. During my ascent I had been forced into the cover of a network of caves naturally snaking from and through the side of the mountain, by a wind-storm possessed of the fury of the tempests found on the lower circles of Hell. I, the humble traveller, stayed in there for hours which felt like weeks until some nameless undertaking infatuated me. I then made the resolve to probe further into the caves.
Though my progress was gradual at first and I had to worm my way through many of the crevices and cracks, my battery-powered flood lamp pro
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...
News about Ukraine - for those who are interestedFrom now on, this is the journal I will use to post links and overviews about the Ukraine Crisis. Expect multiple updates!News about Ukraine - for those who are interested by Psychographer16
George Soros advices EU to invest more in Ukraine to pressure Russia, since the current sanctions haven't convinced Putin yet. However, his idea isn't backed by many.
Former USSR leader, Mikhail Gorbachev, warns us that a 'nuclear war' or 'Second Cold War' might break out if tension over Ukraine continues as it did last year. He predicts it will be Russia vs. the West and possibly the end of the world as we know it because MAD.
Adobe Slabs Segment 6Adobe Slabs Segment 6 by Chococcino
Okay so the place wasn't exactly the cleanest it had ever been.
It might've had the faint residual smell of diapers. And there were still some of Mags' things scattered here and there.
But hey! Their toilet was the most sparkling shining perfection this side of the city. M even debated setting up some scented candles.
Surely Ms. Reyna, Billy's mom, would understand though. About the state of the apartment, not the lack of scented candles. Although those still seemed like a pretty good idea. "We have time, don't we?"
“For what?” Billy was in the midst of wiping off Mags’ face after her breakfast as M shuffled through the cleaners below the kitchen sink.
He didn’t know what half of them were for; Ema bought him a separate cleaner for each and every surface in the apartment. He finally came across a multi-purpose cleaner that he had bought back when he moved in to the place last year and set it on top of the counter. “To t
Bonds of the Moon part 2 When the roaring of the man's vehicle had hushed and the scenery of the land stopped moving the man stepped out and walked around to the passenger side of the truck and took the wolf out. As he opened the door her nose flooded with all familiar scents: luscious green trees and brush, the musky lake and streams, the moist dirt, the soft grass still wet from last night's snow, deers, rabbits, hawks, mountain lion, squirrels, foxes, mice, quail, her home! She could sense everything and everyone.... the pack! The pack! She could smell them too, and hear their howls, they just finished a hunt. "I get to go home and eat!" she thought excitedly, wagging her tail. "idshgnoghnb vij gu " the man spoke in his weird human language. "You do realize I have no idea what you're saying human right?" she said annoyed. "Why bother talking? then again why am I talking when you can't understand me?" she shut her jaws. "no more talking for me then" she thought to herself. "euhsg orheoa giBonds of the Moon part 2 by BloodInArt
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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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