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{A short story - a random idea!} I must have done something bad. That's why people are Wiped. I woke in the hospital, staring up at a blank ceiling. Sitting in a blank room. My mind. Blank.
~Based on Wool/Silo Series by Hugh Howey. Obviously not in the same league but I will die trying. See www.hughhowey.com or search Wool Omnibus on Amazon to see why. Feedback welcome. I.
She's afraid to love. She loves to love. She's open to love. For he's her love. She didn't mean what she did. She regrets what she did. But they all know what she did. The unthinkable thing she did.
25/01/13 I stared at the corpse allowing an empty feeling crawl inside of me. I was emotionless. My grandmother, the only family I had left, had just died and not a single tear was produced after.
Chapter 1 and part of chapter 2 of a story I'm writing ... Warning: this is long :) Chapter 1 There was darkness. Just nothing but darkness. I was drowning in it. Drowning in the darkness.
#acrosticchallenge. Hatred can take many forms-some obvious some sly. You however take the cake-you've crafted quite the lie. Perhaps you feel you've fooled us all with your charming grin.
Consider this an honour, honey. Call out those that mock you. See what they say when I show what I've given you. What's that. 'Stop this madness?' Kehahaha. Are you kidding me?. I'M the one who's mad.
When I told you to get the hell out of Felldener did you think I was kidding. or what do you think i just forgot about all the SHIT. You tried to pin on me!. What.
I'm tired of this. you're hurting me. parasite. with a strong bite. I need to heal. you're burning me. burning me to ash. there's nothing left of me. you took it all. I'm starting to fall.
Friendships are delicate things, The brush of a feather of distrust, Can cause it to crack, The settling dust of uncertainty and suspicion, Can cause a reaction of shattering.
(A few expletives.
A thousand pieces from the scattered door. Laying all across the bloodstained floor. Drawers where she kept her deepest secrets hid. Dark memories from when she was a kid.
Takes any boy that glances her way. Clutches tight in hopes he'll stay. Stays up on the phone with him. 'Til the velvety sky grows a morning-time dim. She writes love letters and lengthy poetry.
Melissa feeling the anxiety building, sat on the park bench nervously smoking a cigarette. She was to meet Dr. Henschel, the man who was going to subdue her pain.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
I'm so tired of needing you.. That every time I breathe I can feel your body against mine in this endless dance we do.
~Premise I am perched atop a window sill. I hug my fragile knees to my hollow body. The glass pane before me is smudged and dirty. I could see only out through it.
(Part 1) Nobody understands me. I guess I have always been the outcast. I am never going to be like those girls that are always perfect. Then there's me.
Let there be no evil upon you. Regardless of what you've heard. And despite everything I've said. I still wish the best for you. absit omen . Where you now lie.
#mymusical LOLLY*: You can say I'm beautiful, But I won't believe you. You can say I'm wonderful, And I will deceive you. As long as you (you) still. Love. Me-e-ee-e. I'll break your heart.
Have you ever held such a secret. Such a secret that would surely reek havoc if set loose. Such a secret that would surely kill an angel heart, One that would shock all those around you.
Your eyes are like killers, Stalking your prey As I watch from a distance, I watch everyday. But I know in my heart, that its not meant to be, Your just not worth it So why can't I see.
They ask, they laugh, they talk behind my back. 'why do you love that bear so?' they say. 'my memories are mine, not yours or theirs. Not to be shared. But mine.' I reply.
A flash. Then silence. An iridescent white light Flickered before her eyes. In the silence, she lay, Her head on his shoulder. He was her hero, Her soldier.