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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.
Quantum EntanglementThe office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star.
“Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter.
“Here, sir,” I called back and hurried over to Doctor Lindborn.
“You’re late. Take this and get into the observation room. We need to prep you for entanglement.” A swipe across his tablet sent a chart from his screen to mine.
I nodded and left, weaving between rows of desks and technicians, towards the glass fronted room that would be my environment for the next week. Sutter was already there, leaning back in his chair, silver augment stretching across his brow, between his temples. Beyond him were a dozen identical chairs, each with its own attending techie.
Doctor Petrovyn entered behind me, and we were both whisked away to sep
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
The Creamfast CaseThe Ollenberg Auditorium was filled with people, both large and slim. This was truly a main event, in its own right. Amongst the clamoring people, a troupe of security guards were heading over to the podium, but nobody was able to see the person they surrounded.
Once the person got up, he was finally revealed to be wearing a golden lab coat, to match his already eccentric hair. The rest of his outfit was actually clad in black.
"Good citizens!" He said, "I'm so thankful you came here today! I've noticed that obesity is gaining some kind of popularity. But the problem is that the epidemic is rising faster. So, I've created a solution!"
He brought out a tub of ice cream. Then, he took out a remote control, and activated a movie.
There was no narration, but the scientist said, "You see, people, this is Creamfast, the latest in weight-loss technology. I understand how some of you have busy jobs, but this concoction is both an enjoyable treat, and guarantees near-instant results! For t
Powerwhine's LamentJuanita Alvarez sat in the house she shared with Dominique Freeman, watching the television. Dominique was out on a date this evening, and Juanita didn’t expect her to be back for a while. So it was a shock when the opened door opened. She swiveled her head around to see Dominique slam the door behind herself. “I take it the date didn’t go well?” Juanita asked.
“That bastard…” Dominique muttered angrily, mostly to herself, as she hung her coat up.
Juanita shut off the TV and asked, “Care to tell me what happened?”
Dominique walked over to the end of the couch and crossed her arms. ”So we’re in the middle dinner when he gets a phone call. I get curious about what he’s talking about, and so I ask him what it was about after he was done. He tells me, and get this, that it was his wife! Their kid was sick and she was giving him an update.”
Juanita winced and said, “Ow.”
Dominique nodded and continued
Inventor and Creator- EndingIt is a rather peculiar tale. Yet, she was a rather unusual lady, with a very odd and fantastic secret. However, like all tales we must draw the curtains and lament the fate of the inventor and her creation christened Emmeline. It would appear that the cruel Fates decreed a sad end for our star-crossed lovers. This here is how the story concludes.
The inventor prepared for her final journey. She set all of her affairs in order. Her remaining research was to be passed on to her fellow scientists for them to decipher and perhaps innovate the golden age of Society. She took great care to leave her remaining assets to Isaac, for the children she would never set eyes on again. The inventor could not bring herself to step foot in the family manor. She did not belong in their domestic bliss. But she could leave her nieces something to grasp for, an education, a chance to excel just as she did with the best men of science the world had ever known. This was the legacy she intended to leav
Trust Machines - Leashing"What the hell is that?" Michelle asked startled, pointing at the apparition leashed on a park bench. Sheryl followed her gaze and cocked an eyebrow.
"An elephant, obviously." she observed, apparently unimpressed and Michelle shot a withering look at her friend.
"Of course it's an elephant." Michelle responded tartly. "That I can see for myself. What I want to know is why it is only the size of a pony and why it is leashed to a park bench!"
"Hm..." Sheryl pondered. "Perhaps that's simply someone doing Leashing."
Michelle looked at Sheryl with a blank look on her face. "Leashing?"
Sheryl sighed. "Yes, leashing. Girl, you need to stay in touch with the current social media themes. Look, there's someone taking pictures of the elephant!"
Indeed there was a boy in their age shooting images of the small elephant with his smartphone. Which, in Michelle's opinion, still didn't explain shit.
"I still can't follow. Of course someone is taking
Trust Machines - Swim MeetTrust Machines - Swim Meet
“Well, that wraps up the awards for today’s National Championships in swimming. Unsurprisingly, George Kevins took home the most medals, he was the favourite going into this.”
“Yes, George is perhaps the best natural swimmer of this generation, and we’re looking forward to his run at the Olympics. The formal competition may be over, Bob, but we’re not done yet. Next up is the event that everyone’s been waiting for, the unlimited class 3200 meter sprint. While they’re setting up the modified launch platforms, here’s Kerry with some background on the event.”
The video feed cut over to a cute woman in a tight-cut blazer. “Thanks Jim. Over the past year, there have been a lot of controversies over Venn Machine derived swimming forms. It started with a few competitors adding webbing between their fingers and toes, but didn’t end there. Soon, the
The Galaxy Traveller"Son, if you remember nothing else when you are away in that land, remember not to step foot into the water. Any innocent enough pool could house creatures that will strip your flesh from your bones and leave nothing that could possibly tell anyone it was you…"
I still do remember my father's words, despite the months I've spent away in this strange place. I've met people since then, though, that do take my mind off of his strange and ominous warning. A town has been keeping me with them and I've made friends with most of them. And one of them, more than friends.
I turn my head slightly, taking a peek at her as she walks beside me, hand firmly in mine, a small smirk growing as she looks up at me knowingly.
"Admiring the view again, James?"
"Yes," I simply state, and she tosses her curly brown hair back and laughs, tugging harder on my hand, saying, "C'mon, you walk too slow… put those long legs to use so I can show you this pla
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
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
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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