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CollapseDreaming of you brings me the most dreaded feeling.
When I wake my stomach implodes and my lungs collapse
because you are no longer there to fill my empty spaces.
The idea of you loving me is absurd
but my unconscious mind will not cease bringing these thoughts to my vision.
It was beautiful, trickling down the cold stone stairs like a fountain. It's pigment vibrant, almost unnaturally bright. It flowed as it was alive and capable of thought. Maybe it was. Maybe when it left its host it took the soul with it. Down and down it jumped down the stairs, pooling slowly, then shooting down when the pressure built up. It was an agonizing eternity before it finally reached the bottom of the grand staircase. More and more leaped down the platforms to the floor into a pool. The building amount gave it motion to move forward. It snaked toward me, using the grain of the wood floor to guide its path. I knew it couldn't possibly be able to create thought but something in my conscious told me it might. Like the deed I had done was going to come back to get me. I laid there, incapable of the slightest movement, like I was sewn to the floor. It creeped closer and closer and with every inch I believed more and more that it was coming for me. Slithering from one wood panel t
Silver Boy"I just saw a big 'un!" He shouted then realized he was supposed to be quiet while fishing. My dad is stereotypical blonde sometimes but I still love him. We were out fishing for catfish in the swamps and so far that was the first fish we'd seen all day. He paddled over to the spot it came to the serf ace momentarily just seconds before and dropped a line.
Not even one minute later the giant of a catfish pops up about 5 yards away. I told him it was useless but he paddled over, following the fish. We repeated this process until it disappeared under a small, mold infested, wooden bridge. He insisted we went under the bridge but I felt an eerie presence that wouldn't let my nerves calm.
My body was buzzing like I had drank to much Monster even though I haven't had any of that in weeks. As he slowly, ever so slowly, inched us towards the bridge I felt my heart beating faster and faster. The space we had to fit in have us only a foot of clearance on either side of the simple metal boat. It
9 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*9 July 1663
I have been in Andover jail for two days now. They treat me like a criminal and I might as well be because I let my sister die, alone, in the night. I know I haven't preformed any of the witchcraft they accused me of. My father was able to come in the jail to see me because he is so well liked in the town. He brought me my journal and my favorite toy from my childhood that he has been wanting me to get rid of. Holding that rag doll against my chest made me feel like a was an innocent child, devoid of sin. I called the doll Little Alice because it looked like me in its toyish fashion and even had green eyes like mine. I do not think that I am supposed to have this journal but I do get special treatment here again because of my father.
The jail cell that I am being kept in has a dirt floor with three wooden walls. The forth is cast iron bars that are spaced just so my hits can almost slide through but get stuck when I get about
7 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*7 July 1663
Yesterday was so enthralling that in comparison, this day seemed dull at first. It started like any other day, with me waking up to a screaming six month old in the dead of night. This happens almost every night but I could tell there was something different about her tone. Amy sounded like she was in pain rather than hungry so I rushed to her and took her into my arms. I could not see very well in the thick inky darkness so I set her down to go light a candle. Soon after I get the stubborn wick to catch Amy stopped her relentless crying. I assumed that everything was pleasant again so went back to my slumber.
I woke up for the second time to a silent house. This was unusual because I usually get woken up by Mother telling me, “A good Puritan does good work, not sleep all day!” This morning no one was in the house and this gave me an unsettling feeling that something was wrong. I decided to go into Andover and ask around for gossip spread fast in this t
6 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*6 July 1663
My name is Alice and I am 17 years old. I live in a small cottage inside town with my father Philip, my mother, my 18 year old brother Benjamin, and my six month old little sister named Amy. We live inside town because it is close to my father's church where he is the minister. While he is gone my busy mother takes care of Amy meticulously. There were nine babies between me and Rose but they were all stillborn or died within the first three months of their tiny lives. She always kept trying to have children to please father, who had always dreamed of a large family. Benjamin loves to go outside and look at nature and is always wanting me to come along to see how beautiful God's work is. Somehow he convinced his good friend, Thomas Smith, to go with him a long time ago and that is how they became friends. Even though he is my age, a year younger than Benjamin, they complement each others personalities quite well.
This evening Thomas invited me on an “expedition
TTOC fan-fic Part 2As I fly threw Gothom on my plasma hover board the rain stings on what little skin I have showing. My hair is soaked but I don't care anymore. They've already seen me at my worst. I used to live with them, they're used to me.
I'd been this way so many times I could fly it with my eyes closed. It is the street that runs from the pizza place to the road nearest to the Titan Tower. There has been so many fights against evil here it's hard to differentiate between the individual duels. I do remember my first fight with the Titans. It was on this very street.
Some how Cinder Block got out of prison... again. He was rampaging through the streets yelling,"I'll get you Teen Titans!!!" When we got there he had already taken a bite out of the pizza looking balcony and was going in for more. Then I heard the now very familiar sound of Robin yelling,"Titans go!"
It was my first battle so I hung back a little to watch and see how it all worked. Raven picked up a car with her powers and threw it at
TTOC fan-fic Part 1I remember the giant metallic doors opening, letting me into the Titan Tower. I remember Beast Boy running up to say "Hey" first with a twinkle in his eye. I remember how good I felt about myself after that first day when the team welcomed me into their house. I remember meeting the princess of Tameran for the very first time and freaking out because her planet is right next to mine. I remember meeting Raven, a dark soul, but nice to me because she trusted me. I remember shaking Cyborg's hand and only sensing one half of the life that should be there. I remember greeting Robin with blast of plasma because he said," Show us what you can do."
All of those memories seen so happy now compared to what I have now. They all hate me because of something I did out of stupidity and compassion. I brought Slade back to life.
It all happened so fast. I fell in love with Beast Boy just by brushing up against him in the long dark hallways in the Tower. In that one moment I could feel all the life ins
The Storm :Alice:The storm is coming and he's not here to protect me. My beautiful demon boy has left for his family this summer. Of course his family doesn't know about his condition but he's learned to control it ever since that very special Valentine's Day. He has only been gone a day but I already feel the distance between us.
Living in the Midwest you would think storms would be a normal part of spring but this time it's different. Strange sights have been seen that even the best scientists can't explain. This storm leaves a trail of mutants and lost souls. Some remind me of Kyle and Von while others are much more extreme. The worst they've caught on camera was a pregnant woman's abdomen rip open giving way to a full grown scaled creature that scurried away like a cockroach in the presence of light.
The storm is now in the next state over and I'm starting to get scared. The T.V. went out because of the storm so I don't know when it's going to hit. My while family is in the basement but I don't thi
Tragic CoupleTragic Couple
Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
Trina's Monkey BusinessDay 0:
Where to begin? Well, one of the top-recommended things people had for me to become was a monkey. Which is more than a little lucky, since my keyboard hasn’t shipped to me—I’d imagine that having some opposable thumbs will come in handy with the typing.
I took the vial a little an hour ago, so there’s nothing yet to see changed. But give it a little bit of time... Anyways, you know what’s coming next, some good old fashioned TF! Hope you guys are ready, because I know I can’t wait!
It’s great to be back! -Trina
I took the serum yesterday, and as expected, today I feel... Odd. Like, I’ve shrunk a little bit, and my legs look like they’ve grown a coat of fur. Isn’t that weird? I didn’t think that I’d first be changing into a primate, but I have to admit, I think I kind of like the idea. Monkeys and humans aren’t that far apart an
Force Bound (a SWTOR DiD Story)
The battered Corellian freighter glided through space, powered on by heavily modified ion engines as it flew towards its destination. Christened the Troublemaker, the freighter consisted of a saucer-like hull with a tapered cockpit protruding from its centre, with an off-set cargo module on the hull. It was currently flying on a familiar course, making its approach towards the infamous moon in the galaxy: Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler’s Moon.
Sitting in the pilot’s chair, Tria “Troubelle” Tzanti grinned as she watched the moon grow closer, always happy to be returning to that neon nightmare. Young, slender and fully of mischievous energy, Troubelle whistled to herself as she piloted the Troublemaker into orbit. As a zabrak, she sported short, torn-like horns than protruded through her short wavy hair, and her pretty heart-shaped face was segmented by traditional line tattoos. A smuggler by trade, she was dressed in a revealing yellow tu
TMNT 2012 Chapter 26: No ChoiceChapter 26: No Choice
Mona's arms wrapped protectively around Diana, “This is what you were worried about Donnie.... wasn't it?”
Donnie looked up to Mona and hesitated, “Yes, but....I don't understand how they knew about her.”
Lotus looked at Donnie, “Tiger Claw saw her pregnant Donnie.”
Donnie shook his head, “Still. How do they know she's a girl and that her name is Diana? Not to mention they have descriptions of her.”
“And,” Leo added. “how did they know the baby survived in the first place?”
Donnie began typing into the computer. His brow furrowing more and more as his fingers clacked against the keyboard. Raph was pacing off to the side, trying to control his temper.
“How's my.....” Bradford began as he walked through the doors to Donnie's lab. He stopped seeing all the serious faces, “What's wrong?” Bradford's face was now dark and serious as he walked over to Donnie's computer.
The Lamb and the Lion - Leeta and Dorian rp CDLeeta:
Leeta waited until night fell at the circus. She was a lopunny and should her sight fail her she could always fall back on hearing. She crept silently up to her objective and quickly retreated to her own cart for the evening after completing her mission.
Her objective had been the cart of the fellow doll maker of the circus, Dorian Van Bösartig, and the mission had been to drop off a doll she had made in the likeness of her fellow doll maker.
She had seen the luxray around the circus, but had been a bit nervous approaching him so she figured a cute plush with a welcome note may be the way to at least introduce herself.
She would receive no word from the luxray till the following night, when she was attending her trinket stand. The main show was commencing in the big top, so there were very few patrons about.
It was then she was silently approached by the very luxray, whom she gifted the plush look-a-like.
His blacken hair was
Intuders, Reports, and beatings* Esaki: Avallocks left foot would hoover for a moment as he sat along a fallen rusted fence. He had been out marking the turf...keeping things in order...and just now he had decided to take a scratch break. Damn fleas and bugs. The bats would need to work harder...He'd scoff to himself before lifting his left foot to carefully scratch at his left ear. Gettin a gooood long scratch in there he'd make small pleasure grunts as his foot moved rhythmically against his ear and head. After he had enough he'd shift into a stand and shake out his fur...but pause half way through. Standing alter...ears perked...eyes wide and intense...he'd listen...he thought he heard somedog nearby...
* Rubbalite: Blue eyes were watching the young rottie mix quietly from a distance, licking her maw ever so slightly as she laid on the ground for the time being. Skelter had been wandering the territory earlier, thinking over something and seeing what was a good place to maybe do that something. Her
Trust in me - Robecca and Dorian Circus RPRobecca: Robecca was having a rough morning. Again she had not gotten much sleep. Maybe it's due to her staying up to work on some plush toys, or not having gotten used to this dark circus. She would sometimes nod off to sleep at her stand and wasn't half way in reality. She decided to walk around the circus to see what stands have to offer, so she put a sign out to tell others that she'll be away before heading off to look at attractions and stands.
Dorian: Off in the distance, red and golden eyes observed the poor, tired worker.
Dorian had been observing his new surroundings and fellow workers. There were many interesting 'mon to study and observe, but this one in particular caught his eye. She wasn't stunning at first sight. No, not really. But his eyes could see the potential. The promise of a little flower waiting to bloom.
For a while he had simply watched her. No use in bothering her while she was busy, and others could see. He liked to go unobs
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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