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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.
Look UpIn the corner of the living room, half-hidden under a curtain rustling in the light rainy breeze was the emaciated figure of a young girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen. She couldn't have been. Dr. James Noble let the beam of his flashlight hover over her skeletal form for a few seconds before he stepped towards her. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Nothing could be heard but the pattering of the rain on the rooftop, and the quiet, labored breathing of the little girl.
She couldn’t have sat down more than a day or two ago, but she looked as if she hadn’t moved in months. Her eye sockets were like gaping black holes, the eyes themselves like all the others. Every specimen they had seen. Everyone…everyone on Earth had done this…
He could barely look at those eyes; barely hold the gaze of whatever this girl had become. He closed his own eyes, his flashlight beam wavering as his hands shook. He fell to his knees; sweat beading across his body as he r
what I did in outer space, and why I did it.Ten years ago, two candidates were needed for a mission that was far different from any other before. It would be a three-year journey to Alpha Centauri , a four-year mission to begin upon arrival, and three years back home once it was completed. The psychologists wanted people who weren’t leaving a lot behind. John was the obvious choice for the first position. He was the only child of an only child, who was also the only child of an only child, and so on and so forth. He didn’t have many friends since he was always busy with work, only acquaintances he waved to in the halls of the university.
A few weeks after he’d been chosen, he came to my office to tell me that his superiors were still looking for a second.
“Ten years is a long time to be gone from Earth,” I told him from my desk, though he knew by the way I was spinning in my chair that I was seriously considering it.
“Just put your name in and see wh
OHFE: Eleven Little Doctors (pt.2)
Good old web sites. With a little bit of hacking (including using Kaster's sonaser which was then returned - the mini-mister-Master hadn't even noticed his being pick-pocketed and vice versa) you can locate anyone from the site to which the crocheted toys' photos are submitted, Kyon Turlough thought. He had located the occupation of the possible candidate for the role of those toys' owner and maker, and now he was skating there.
Having reached the found address, Kyon stopped and frowned, thinking. The owners of this two-floor house were having guests, and they probably wouldn't like a party-crasher, so the boy quickly activated the in-built function in his board and dashed up into the opened window on the second floor. Easy as pie. People don't usually leave windows open in such not-too-warm weather, unless they want the air in their rooms to stay fresh, so no one had to be there... and no one was.
"If I were a burglar - and I'm not a burglar - wh
OHFE: The Christmas Calendar The day at school was hard, there wasn't even time to glance out of the window. Even too hard - as soon as Kyon Turlough went out of school doors, he at first thought that he was dreaming or the whole building had been brought to another place, like in that nasty business with Judoon platoon on the moon. Actually the urban landscape was the same, but everything was covered with the layer of white powder which was falling from the sky. Or it wasn't powder - those were large flakes.
"Wow, it's the first snow!" Audrey Rayner, the girl in whose family Kyon lived during his being on Earth, rushed out of the school doors. Unlike her "temporal brother", she was excited about this natural phenomenon. "Kyon? What's up?"
"What is going on, Audrey?" Kyon wondered, taking a handful of white flakes from the ground. Those weren't small balls, as he thought, but the combinations of tiny crystals - so accurate that even the best and exact gears couldn't have made them.
[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Iced Heart [KAITO one-shot]
I never understood popularity. Or the obsession with money. Or anything at all, really. I couldn't understand people's feelings, or their actions. I never saw the reasoning behind choices that others made, and I didn't feel the emotions that everybody else had. I was an empty shell, with just enough of a soul to continue living. So many told me that they liked me, my personality, my blue hair. But what did that mean? Why did they 'like' it, and what about it was special? And what exactly was my 'personality'? Crying when I rejected them; why? What made them sad, and why did they shed tears?
My brain consisted of calculations and gears, all juxtaposed in a perfect line. As far as I was concerned, I needed nothing more. The data stored in me was enough to get me through life, and that was fine with me.
I am not a robot. I am a human, but specially trained. When I was around five years of age, they hooked me up to a machine and programmed me. What they say is what I do, and I don't care.
VT 2 - Chapter 4In the red team's living room, they were celebrating their continued winning streak. Jasmine was enjoying the attention and the amount of praise the girls were giving her.
Carly: You did great in that battle Jasmine, I hope that we can keep up the winning streak.
Jasmine: Me too, but I'm kind of worried about something. I haven't seen Dark Magician Girl lately. I know it's surprising that after all the arguing I'm worried about her, but come on, I don't want her as an enemy.
Clover: Don't worry, you two might fight a lot, but I know she wouldn't turn on a teammate.
Aayla: We should start thinking about who we could eat next. Zelda is off the menu for two more battles, so that leaves twelve girls.
Carly: I want Mikaela to get eaten, and I want to be the one to do it. She' Sam's ex so nothing would make me happier.
The girls smiled and giggled at the thought of Carly eating Mikaela.
On the couch, Rapunzel and Samus were snuggling each other.
Samus: It was just one vote Rapunzel. It's not
The SymbioteThe Symbiote
Disgusting, squishy things. Their very appearance made Carmicle ill.
When initially discovered the organisms we now call Symbiotes were primitive. They moved around on their planet, blissfully unaware of what was going on in the universe around them. They consumed, shat, and reproduced… and that was about all. They were so efficient and consuming the resources of their planet that it was almost ready to cease life bearing function.
But we came along, and our scientists discovered somehow that placing them inside ourselves made us faster, both physically and mentally, and more perceptive. However the scientists discovered this is lost to the archives, but for some reason they simply fit inside us. Made us better.
And so we started harvesting them, by the thousands. The war was not going well for us against the Paranoids, so we were willing to try almost anything. But placing another
Irken Ancestors and Species AnalysisThese are just theories on the ancestors that grew up with the Irkens. I'm just going to give the nutshell version and I will post full a full analysis on each of species in way more depth when I'm done.
Location: They thrived in the tropical zones of planet Irk.
Appearance: They are green and shorter in stature they have large eyes. Males have bent antenna while females have curled antennae. Females use to have wings.
Natural predator: Laberalmathe (Very huge black monster bug)
Reason for life: Their natural predator died during the Global Warming Period about 5.93 billion years after plant creation. This allowed them to thrive.
0-Kerins - Danger
Location:Underground caverns of Irk.
Appearance: Blue green tones large eyes and with fluff on antennae, sharp teeth barbed hands and feet. Females have curled antenna while males have strait antennae.
Natural Predator: None
Reason For Extinction: Food source extinction. Young could no longer feed themselves.
time to help-for jaylaIt was one stormy night that i meet my trainer.I was swimming across the sea when a strong storm came,it was to strong,i clided with a rock and was kocked out cold.when i woke up i was on a beach,i tryed to stand up,but my leg was broken.
i was helpless,till i heard something, what i heard was.
"charizard,use flame thrower."
i turned to see a wall of fire heading right for me,it hit.
"AHHHHH!"i cryed in pain
i looked up to see a trainer.
"now to capture you,you little buizel."he said as he pulled out a poke ball
"NO!LEAVE HIM ALONE!"i heard a female vioce say.
i was to weak,i couldn't stay awake,i fanited in pain.
"when i woke up i was in a strang room,it was white,then a woman with red hair,looked over me and said.
"why hello sleepy head,i hope you feel better,do you?"she said
i nodded my head to say yes.
"good,because there's some one here to see you."said the woman
"thank you nurse joy,"said a girls voice,wait i recognize that voice."hello there,how are you fee
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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