A yearA year ago I was told we were meant to be.A year by bandie729
People saw it since Freshman year.
This seems a little strange to me.
At the time I didn't even know,
if you would still be here a year later.
Yet we made it and are strong as ever.
So maybe it is really true,
that we are meant to be.
You are my life and my love.
Just simply meant to be.
Blue PillI've only ever followedBlue Pill by DylanSeto
the path already sketched
out for me, but the blueprints
print blues to my forehead;
to my forearms. Cracking smiles
is as taboo to me as crack rocks.
I've tried crossing the River Styx
on my own, but I always
find myself getting drowned
by the Ferryman, as he tells me
that it's not the right time
that it's over for me yet.
So I take the blue pill
and a handful of advil
to ease into reality.
I Tried, DammitYou wereI Tried, Dammit by DropDeadKrislyn
the right piece
for an old puzzle
and I broke you
trying to fit you
in a new one.
My knuckles are bleeding
and I'm screaming
at the top of my
but you're hemophobic
and too deaf to hear me.
PurposeThis angel has brought the mighty sword toward my neck, not even the Holy Spirit can lift his sinPurpose by LUCKy-LoTi
His shadow overwhelms mine and the air turns cold
The word comes to his lips like honey on spikes to my eyes
Golden silk dripping from his red and rusty teeth
A beat of life faints and a non-undulating form takes center stage
Now chained to roam a dark wood with nothing but solid moonlight to enlighten my path
I raise my eyes to such inconsistency and find no remorse
No such visits from gentle colors, nothing but his convoy
Forsaken to watch over the spiritless beings he has inspired
Becoming a new leader to his army of obscured reason
I cannot conceal the tears I now own
A silent existence is now my purpose
You may not see me now but believe me,
I will guide you when you are dead
Dear Friend,Dear Friend,Dear Friend, by SarcasticCupcake5
You are the friend I need so much, but will never meet. Whether we talk only every so often or talk daily, you're all I've got. You keep my sanity in check when the rest of my life is wearing it down.
For the record, when I say I have no friends, I don't mean to hurt you. I do consider you to be my friend, honest, and I appreciate your friendship more than little black words can ever describe. Its just unfortunate that having only internet friends has intense limits. You are never bound to be sitting on my bed, laughing as you watch me eat more chocolate than my small size would suggest. We will never be cracking up for no reason at three in the morning, while sitting in the middle of your trashed bedroom. Just as you can never give me any of the hugs we share through keyboards. I wish that's not that way it was, but unless you are secretly my next door neighbor, that's what we have to work with.
I hate bothering you, and you can't see the tears through the screen.
Writing Tips and So Much MoreBeing a writer (or trying to be), I looked up a whole bunch of deviantART guides on writing and other related articles.Writing Tips and So Much More by SarcasticCupcake5
So if you are in the same boat I am (one that is quickly sinking into shark infested waters). I have some tips for you, or rather, I have a list of other people's articles you should read. (With a little commentary from me. ) These aren't in any particular order, so don't assume the first article will be much more helpful than the sixth or seventh. I like the guides that talk to the reader and make it personal. Like "I know from personal experience that writer's block can be a challenge. God, don't we all know. But I have some great tips." So go ahead and check out all of these great resources.
1) So You Want To Be A Writer
This is the most brutally honest w
Dear MomDear Mom,Dear Mom by SarcasticCupcake5
I need to talk to you although I don't know that you'll listen. Talking to myself isn't helping and you're my mom right? You are supposed to be here for me.
I don't know that you are though. (Like that dumb sixth grade graduation when 95% of the other parents were there and you weren't.) I tell myself you are my mother of course you love me, but should I have to stop and think about it?
My life is complicated now but then again, aren't all of our lives? I live online. Not in a selfie taking, twitter obsessed teenager girl kind of way. Its more like my place of comfort. Where I lay wrapped softly in a thin blanket of anonymity, whispering my stories to the world safely. I couldn't read my stories to you. I like some if not all of them, I don't need you bashing something that I care about.
If I could show you, would you even be proud of me? Now I'm not good yet but...I'm improving. Maybe you wouldn't care about my potential to be good. And yo
AfraidShe was sitting in the car, knowing she'd have to get out eventually. God there are a lot of people here. She watched a family walk in, and frowned. Carefully the girl studied the other patrons. An elderly couple in the corner booth, a family of six arguing in the back table, an employee taking a break in the adjacent corner, the people who work behind the counter, a larger man who may be ready to leave. Not too bad. Oh. She spotted a problem. The family who came in a few moments ago. The three teenagers with the family in line are the most concerning. A direct comparison. God. I wish I'd stayed home.Afraid by SarcasticCupcake5
She nervously studied her clothes. Her blue Aéropostale jacket barely kept the cold out. Why must the teenage population in general neglect wearing proper winter attire? She thought as she glanced at the three teens now waiting at a table. The girl had wanted to wear her winter coat, but it was very bright. Bright clothing wasn't going to help her bl
Shike's Execution He couldn't help but be amused by the many expressions worn upon the faces of those judging him. There were many: bitter anger, hatred, disgust, joy, grief (not for him of course)... He could even see a few that were confused or vacant. The sight made his lips twitch into his infamous cocky grin; an action that caused even more of a reaction from the crowd before him. Inwardly he chuckled. He might have released it out loud if he didn't think the officials would cut his verdict early and dispose of the floor beneath him so that he would hang.Shike's Execution by KatsaNovari
The rope already felt tight around his neck, but it was not fear that caused this. More so out of irateness. The young man had enough of ropes this past week or so. The bonds that kept his hands behind his back were of no help either, and they flexed uncomfortably. Yet still the prosecutor dragged on and on of the list of crimes as well as the verdict of his upcoming punishment, with no sign of slowing. He s
Talented Children Corey plopped his bag down on the table and sank into his chair. He slumped over the wooden surface and let out an overly-exaggerated sigh of exasperation.Talented Children by MidnightDaybreak
“Rough day?” Skye asked without looking up from her newspaper. She sat across the table from Corey in the little shed they’d made into a clubhouse when they were kids. Even though they’d long since outgrown the tiny space, they still met there every day after school.
“Mr. Voltner’s trying to kill me,” he mumbled into the tabletop. He looked up at her, his blue eyes forlorn.
“It wouldn’t seem so bad if you studied a little more,” Skye told him. She wore a troubled expression, her forehead crinkled with concern.
“What’s bugging you?”
“This article; take a look.” She folded the paper over and slid it across the table.
Corey sat up as he reached for the paper
I Trucchi Nell'Amore Lucia cried as her new husband’s movements sent her plummeting over the edges of ecstasy into the sinking depths of passion.I Trucchi Nell'Amore by MidnightDaybreak
The man above her, Amato, only went a little further before he too was brought to fulfillment, shuddering with the feelings of love that overwhelmed his body and poured into his new wife. He rolled off of her to the side and, propping his head on one elbow, kissed her forehead tenderly.
“Worth the wait?” she asked teasingly once she’d caught her breath, pulling her long and soft raven-colored hair out of her face.
“Dear Lord, yes, Lucia.” He smirked. “Or perhaps I should say Mrs. Serafin?”
Lucia giggled while rolling onto her side, her hands playing over his tanned chest. “You just love saying that don’t you?”
“Absolutely.” He nuzzled the top of her
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
Pulsing VitalsHeartbeatsPulsing Vitals by Itsjustwordsreally
are hurting my throat,
as if speaking up
wasn't hard enough, yet.
I took it with the motion
as the motion slowed,
and eventually it stopped
and the love's dead.
Is It Worth Killing Me?there's vomit on pianokeys,Is It Worth Killing Me? by Itsjustwordsreally
disgustingly draped over lost songs,
devotion lays broken on the ground,
singing voices turned to screaming,
sadly, only humans can say please,
blinded, we right our wrongs,
we've stolen what should be found,
mistaking horror for dreaming,
'so tell me... was the ivory worth killing me?'
OPEN YOUR EYES!Empty,OPEN YOUR EYES! by Itsjustwordsreally
Plastic shopping bags,
Disgustingly decorated treetops weep,
Please be mercifully,
Carpeting from the skies,
Covered in burns,
To whom this concerns.
Ashes to Ashes,
Too young to dust.
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
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 10Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 10 by Psychographer16
Chapter 10: Merciless Business
The next few weeks, no, months were calm. When Kasper said 'soon' neither of them thought it meant an entire season if not more. Winter turned into spring, temperature increased day by day; flowers began blooming in early May. It was cheerful but at the same time boring.
Tails, who was now a formidable worker and part-time propaganda assistant, was sitting back in his chair; nothing interesting was going on. He had dropped the warm jacket and trousers in April, attaining only the white shirt, and changed to an expensive pair of blue jeans. Eyes half-closed, he recalled last time he had done anything unusual.
One day, the chief of propaganda ran out of ideas. Tails asked what kind of ideas were used; when he was told it was about unity and collective work, he had no problems dealing with that. Since then, Tails frequently visited the propaganda section of the building to see t
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 9Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 9 by Psychographer16
Chapter 9: New Plans
The flight home was satisfying. Tails dozed off on the way home and found peace in his own world. Soon enough, the captain announced the landing in Istanbul; everything was the same: the setting, the morning weather, the atmosphere. Not that Tails had any grand expectations, after all, yesterday's events happened elsewhere. However, the mood inside the airplane was odd: For starters, nobody looked at him – in an unusual way – and silence was longer between chats within his hearing range. Tails shrugged it off, not wanting to bother himself with such a matter. Exiting the bus to the airport and getting his luggage back was different as well. Something wasn't right about these people but what exactly?
"Over here!" a familiar voice said.
Tails followed the voice through the ever so uneasy, uncomfortable large crowd of people hurrying everywhere. The voice came from the ga
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 8Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 8 by Psychographer16
Chapter 8: Restoration of Unity
"...And you are sure you have written and memorized all the details?" Kasper tapped his foot in doubt.
"I have practiced over the night. It's stuck in my head like a catchy song!" Tails responded with half-closed eyes. He wasn't joking. It took him the whole evening to write his speech for the coming meeting; added to that was the need to memorize all lines to make a good impression and make sure his voice was fine.
"Vriting vords is one thing, pronouncing them is another," Kridlo reminded him. She was worried something might happen during the mission to Greece, though a part of her was delighted over the possibility of a step forward in the long run.
They were inside Istanbul Atatürk Airport. Like most other airports, it was crowded and busy non-stop. Tails had secured a table to the three of them in a café while waiting for the 'boarding' announcem
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 7Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 7 by Psychographer16
Chapter 7: Step By Step, My Friend
Time went slowly. Paper after paper was signed. Newspaper after newspaper was read. Document after document was stamped. By noon the desk was still dominated by last year's documents. The computers didn't satisfy the young fox's expectations, thus he had made plans to modernize them tomorrow. The sun was descending in the horizon; some flying citizens could be seen flying home already. Tails was far from done though: According to his calculations, it would take more than a week to finish what was on his desk. Added to that was the latest news in the forms of daily newspapers and paper stacks delivered by regular party members.
"When I said I wanted to be party treasurer, I didn't know it would be so boring and frustrating. I want technology, and I want power! Being buried under tons of papers is a worse fate than being arrested by the international police. Only one more hour before
The SuicideShe closed the door behind her.The Suicide by SarcasticCupcake5
No one noticed anyways. They never did. She sighed and set down on her bed.
She rolled the bottles around in her palms. She gripped them tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Would today be the day? Tears dripped down off her nose and onto her closed fist.
She had considered this before. She always ended up putting the full pill bottles back in the medicine cabinet.
But she wouldn't toss them. She might get the courage one day, maybe today.
She was tired. Tired of these "people". Tired of these emotionless days. Well, never emotionless but so filled with pain she ended up drained and numb. Sobbing alone into her pillow night after night. No one missed her, no one ever would.
She was a burden. No one wanted the "accident" child. No one wanted to listen to her. Or be friends with her.
She got up and walked to the bathroom, shaking she filled a glass of water. She stared at her reflection. Green eyes on a round face. Her dark hair was streaked wit
The ChaseRunning, breathless, her bare feet slapping the pavement. A stone cut into her foot, leaving a crimson trail behind her. Like a shark he sniffed out the sweet scent of freshly spilt blood.The Chase by SarcasticCupcake5
The calm footsteps echoed behind her.
Closer. Closer. CLOSER.
Panting, she stopped behind the corner. Her mind was spinning as she leaned back against the cool bricks. When will this end? When will he leave me alone? Tears streamed down her face, and there was terror in her heart.
Day by day, night by night constantly living in fear.
The cold, strong hand grabbed her bony shoulder through her sweater's thin material. She struggled from his grasp. The girl turned down the alley sprinting, and even though her lungs were screaming, she kept going.
His loud, lifeless cackle, ricocheted off the walls. The laughing would haunt her at night again, every syllable of his words burning their self into her memory.
Her front door loomed ahead, with its dull blue paint. Yet it seemed to be getting f
Buried AliveShe couldn't breathe. She lay in the cold damp hole.Buried Alive by SarcasticCupcake5
Trapped. Being buried alive.
Dirt thunking down on her face. Filling the open places.
Soil filling her ears.
She screamed, got a mouthful of dirt.
Turning into mud in her throat.
Choking, coughing, running out of air.
His face grinning down on her was the last thing she ever saw.
StalkerHe peered through the window.Stalker by SarcasticCupcake5
Hidden in the bushes, he watched the woman undress, and climb into her shower. She bent her neck back, eyes closed, and stood there letting the hot water pour over her face. He smiled, she was so lovely, such a shame she was going to die. Of course she didn't know this, but he did. He'd been planning it all for almost five months. Careful, detailed planning was key. He'd done this before, plenty of times. There were a few gorgeous women before her who'd gotten to experience his greatness, moments before their death. They too had been chosen by him as the perfect candidates for his game.
He would watch them and they would go about their lives, absolutely oblivious. Once he decided it was time, those lovely ladies had to die. They did, but they had died happily. The man knew how to take care of a woman, in more ways than one.
He watched her sing off-key and rub soap into her long blonde hair. It was dyed, and that bothered the man, but there wasn't much he c
(Commission) Rainy Days (Deadpool x Reader)(Commission) Rainy Days (Deadpool x Reader) by DreamersInGraves
Cold rain relentlessly poured down on New York City. Clad in sweats and sipping on a cup of warm tea, you were enjoying the dreary weather from the window of your apartment. Nights like this one, in your opinion, were the best. They allowed you to snuggle in your favorite blanket, indulge in sweet Jasmine tea, and have a Netflix binge while having no guilt of doing so. Laughing at something one of the characters said on your show, you went to the kitchen to refill your glass when you heard a tapping at your window. You ignored it, thinking it was the rain coming down harder. But it persisted, and the tapping continued to get louder until you peaked over your shoulder to check on the weather.
You screamed and dropped your cup, the dish shattering into a thousand pieces.
Standing in front of your window was a person dressed in a black and red skin-tight unitard, military-style black boots and a red mask with black ovals aroun
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...
City 7:City of Secrets (Chapter 1)Carrie's alarm clock bore into her headache.City 7:City of Secrets (Chapter 1) by SarcasticCupcake5
She groaned and rolled over to pop the batteries out of its back.
Shit, she had started using her phone instead of the old basic alarm clock.
She flipped off her bed and went in to turn on the shower.
Carrie grabbed the box of Cheerios of the counter and grabbed a bowl
out of the dish washer. She tucked her stringy brown hair out of her eyes.
She yawned and poured air into her bowl. Fuck, she forgot to go shopping.
Carrie slipped out of her pajamas and into the shower. "What the fuck!?" the water had already turned cold. She swore at herself. She placed the E.I.Y.H. Sensor on the nozzle. The shower head spurted hot water.
She was very proud of the E.I.Y.H. Sensor, she had invented it herself. Well she had had some help. Anyways the E.I.Y.H. Sensor, not complicatedly named, Everything In Your Hand Sensor, could hijack technology and immediately update it. It also could access any computer, phone, car system in the world, if the information wa
Max Grey Mystery Part 8I headed to Dr. Kara Whinston's office. Kara doubled as coroner and head surgeon at the hospital. The scary part about all that is it is a well known fact that Kara got her degree with B's. And by B's I mean she used her butt and her boobs to sleep her way through college. Unfortunately Kara does not possess the other B, brains. So using sex and her parents money, Kara became one of the top doctors in not only Elliotville, but all of Idaho.Max Grey Mystery Part 8 by SarcasticCupcake5
Ricky would probably be there already, most likely trying to simultaneously stare at her shirt, which would probably unbuttoned, and secretly read her notes. Hopefully he got a good look. At her notes of course. Because Kara would leave details out when we talked so we would have to send another officer to get the "new" information, preferably for Dr. Whinston, a male officer.
I walked down the creepy hallway, complete with a flickering light, towards the voices. Dr. Whinston was leaning over on the table where dead bodies occasionally layed obvious
Max Grey Mystery Part 10Some time during the night I woke up on my couch, the popcorn had spilled on the rug, and Ricky was snoring into his pillow next to me. I pulled my blanket off and threw it over him. I looked at the time on the microwave's clock. 3:31 I yawned and stumbled towards my bed. Within three minutes I was back asleep.Max Grey Mystery Part 10 by SarcasticCupcake5
I woke up screaming. I didn't remember the nightmare itself, just what it was about. I had been the next victim. I had gotten away but now he was following me, I saw his face............then I woke up. I closed my eyes and tried to stop shaking. This serial killer was scaring me more than I'd thought, I hadn't had a bad dream in ages. I must've woken Ricky up because he was sitting on the edge of my bed giving me a concerned look. "You okay Maxie?" he whispered. I nodded then started crying.
I crawled into his lap. We sat in silence for a while. "Do you want ice cream or alcohol?" my make-shift pillow asked me.
Max Grey Mystery Part 9"Hmmmmm." I said as I studied the sketch of our killer. "Somehow he doesn't seem as vicious as I pictured."Max Grey Mystery Part 9 by SarcasticCupcake5
"Maybe that's your problem, maybe you don't visualize as well as I do." Mr. Linton said.
Instead of the skinny man with thin glasses and dark hair I had been expecting, the man in front of me was a 22 year old, slightly overweight guy with blonde hair who was really starting to annoy me.
"Yeah I'm sure that's it." I mumbled. He nodded, not noticing my tone.
Tanner talked to Linton for a moment while I continued looking over the sketch. If you looked up "average Joe" in a dictionary, a sketch of our killer you be the reference picture beside it. It wasn't that the sketch was poorly drawn, Linton was surprisingly talented, but this sketch looked like so many people that it would be near impossible for us to actually find the killer from this sketch. Tanner said something to Linton then came back inside his office and sighed. "I really don't like that man." he said.
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