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identityWhen you look in a mirror, where do your eyes first look at?...You eyes, but sometimes, these eyes aren't your own. They are the persons who you use to cover up your true self. This person is who everyone else sees and who everyone believes is the true you. But in secrecy you really have your true self under lock and key. To keep your true self safe from all harm from the overbearing and judgmental world we all live in. Everyone seeks perfection in themselves and in others, we all are connected to one universal subconscious mind that tells us how to look, think, act, and feel. This person you and many others have made to cover our true selves is a lie. A lie that our everyone's true selves wishes to destroy so it can be heard and let out for all to see. But yet we don't wish to be hurt, so we remain hiding, hoping someone from the outside can destroy the lie...And free us from our impenetrable prisons.
Dancing into a fragile mind.When dancing into a fragile mind you can find yourself losing all hope. And with enough time you'll be laughing at your fragile mind that you must find by looking up to find down. Just as Alice you'll cross through the looking glass and find yourself in the world of your own madness. Then when you dance out of the shadows light and into the suns, you need not be concerned for all but your innocents shall burn. The innocents is what creates your wonderland, if you do not have an innocents then you shall burn by the suns light and never enter your wonderland. For all you will be, is madness.
FateFate is the puppet of the world.
We use it as a guide in hopes of coming across out true self's in the endless darkness of life.
Fate is the dance of the crimson in our veins.
Fate is god's gift.
Fate is held in the devils eye.
The folly of fate is that we choose our own.
Blood bondLife, is like a board game.....We are all players, hardly any of us get to see the end....I believed I would be lost in the games rules and boarders. But, after I met you...... I saw the end of this twisted game..... But, I didn't like what I saw.
All things must change from time to time. Like summer to fall, winter to spring. Most of my life I lived in the United Kingdom with my adopted parents, Samuel and Marry Whitmore. But, over the summer vacation my parents found someone related to me by blood, my aunt and uncle. They lived in America. I'm now leaving for a first class flight to their home in Aspen Colorado. Great; snow.
As the plane is just a few minutes from landing I see everything is cold and pale as ice. I should be able to fit right in here. My pale white skin seems to glow when my long black hair is down. I go to the bathroom one last time to make sure I look okay for meeting my long lost family. My crystal clear aqua eyes are very noticeable compared to my skin and hair.
Teaser for a new series.When all I had is lost, and all I was; is dead to the outside world . What will bring me back? When my world fades all color, and black and white take over; what chance do I have at a happy life? She was all I had; now she's gone. A broken home, a broken family, a broken me . Things look bleak and empty in this world of black and white .. All I was is locked inside now, deep in my mind, spirit, and soul .. Will I have to give them all up to regain the colors of my world; will it bring back my true self too?
Eva chap 3Eva couldn't sleep that night. She lies in her bed just thinking of how could see possible explain to Dante why she was in his room reading his journal. She couldn't help but feel that if Dante leaves and the war continues, it will all be her fault. Eva's mind raced from how tired she was, to how much she hated herself for what she did. Eva crawled out of bed and went to her vanity mirror. She looked herself in the eyes.
Someone then open Eva's bedroom door and stepped in. It was Danny with his teddy.
"Danny, what are you doing up? It's way past your bedtime."Eva said as she went to Danny and sat him on her bed.
"Dante is crying."Danny said simply. Eva then closed her eyes, and through the darkness of the night she could hear faint cries. If it wasn't Dante, then who could it be? Eva knew what she had to do. She went to her door, but before leaving she turned to Danny.
"Don't worry Danny. Big sister Eva will make Dante feel better." When this came out of Eva's mouth, she could hardly b
Eva chap 2The next morning Eva awake to the feeling of joy in her heart; With last night's events still fresh in her mind she leaped with joy to her private bathroom. After Eva was ready for the day she quietly as possible walked down stairs to get breakfast stared for Danny and her. Dante usually made his own breakfast, which form what Eva saw, was just a cup of tea every morning. As Eva stepped into the kitchen she was greeted with something unexpected.
"Good morning." Said Dante as he leaned on the kitchen counter with a fresh cup of tea in hand. Eva was shocked. How could Dante sneak away from Danny? From day one, Eva knew Danny had the inu strength. He could lift something that was 20 times heavier then himself, and his grip was so strong it could snap a steal bar.
"H-How did you-," Eva fumbled with her words.
"Easy when you have magic on your side."Dante said snobbishly as he downed the rest of his tea.
Danny came down the stairs and raced to Eva. He hugged her legs tightly.
"Kitty cat gon
Minds of Z's ProlaugeSome would say it was my own doing. Some would say it was because of my illness. But I would tell you, what I did was because of the folly of myself and the doctors. They believed they could control my illness with a few meds. Hell, I wanted to believe it too But, we didn't realize how strong they were. They sent me into a state of madness which caused me to do such unholy acts that frosty winter night But What was to come Would only further my damnation.
Masquerade Of LifeA masquerade ball,a gathering of people who dress in costume and mask to hind who they are,for one single night. As I see the world today,we enjoy hinding outrselfs. We hind from the ever watching eyes,judgefull and hurting words from others. I believe mask are needed for us all. some who try and bring their trueselfs out,their mask will cracks. As the pain for others fill the person,the mask will cocntinue to crack,intill it shaters and destroys the person from the inside out. I myself have a few cracks in my mask. I feel the cracks grow,I feel it's hopeless to save me and my mask.I sometimes to wish to see to masquerade balls of the old times,in those times where you hid yourself for one night. then you were free from the blinding and pain filled ways of the mask. Back then,it was a masquerade ball,today,in this time,it's a masquerade of life.
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
A Mysterious Fever -End-
“Huh, Dawn? What are you doing here?” Yue questioned as he noticed the fire fox running towards him. Both he and the little Fletchling dropped their twigs as she tripped right into the Sneasel’s arms with a clumsy smile.
“I found it!” She happily exclaimed and repeated before pointing towards the branch that stuck out of her tail with a chuckle. “And it’s a lot lighter than it looks! I was able to hold my own against an Ursaring with it!”
“An Ursaring?! Did it hurt you?! Are you alright!?” The Sneasel pushed her an inch away, still holding on to the vixen as he scanned for any wounds.
“I’m fine ya big dumb butt! I’m a Braixen now, and I bet I could even hold my own against a Hydreigon! With my new staff, I’ll be unstopable!” Dawn shoved the Sneasel playfully, hitting him over his wounds accidentally.
“Hey, be careful…!” He grunted, holding on to his chest.
rose marryNORMAL LIFE
I never thought my life would be nothing but normal, but at this point in my life, I'd tell you, no one's life will ever be normal, ever again.
It was a warm august morning. We find a small house; inside the second story window we find a 18 year old girl how can't decided what to wear to the first day of her collage boarding school.
"Mom I don't know what to wear."The girls said as she holds up a shirt over her chest while looking at herself in the mirror.
"Well, you could always wear the school uniform." Said the girl's mother
"Mom, that uniform is lame." Said the girl
"Lilly, come on, just try it, for me, please." Begs Lilly's mother
Lilly look down on her bed to see a white button up shirt, a dark red tie, a dark red over jacket with gold trimming on the wrist, and a dark red mini skirt.
"At least it's not gray." Lilly thought to her self
"Come on Lilly, you know dark red is your favorite color." Lilly's mother said
Lilly knows her mom wouldn't drop the subject until s
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