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11. SadnessThey say sadness comes from a feeling of disadvantage, loss and helplessness. I dont feel disadvantaged in any way, I havent lost a thing except for maybe a few coins in favour of a bottle of sweet juice, and I deffinitely dont feel helpless. But I feel sad. So what am I, outer-deffinitionally-sad? I dont know where this feeling came from, but all of a sudden, as if it had been in the air, I felt sad, and the feeling hasnt left me since then, a few days ago. I walk around the world as if I were in a bubble, as if that bubble softened every sound except for those of cars roaring and people yelling, softened every touch, so that mostly I feel nothing. Its as if my whole body had fallen asleep, like when your foot tingles and you can poke it with something sharp and youll only feel that somethings touching your foot, but not what and how much that hurts or feels good. What I do know is that I no longer want to feel th
He wore a pink dress of the finest silk, courtesy of a close friend. But what good did the dress do if he couldnt wear it in public? He wanted people to see him, but, most of all, he wanted to walk in the gardens of the palace without disruption.
His dad would never allow. a man does not dress in womens clothes. A man, a man of royalty like you, above all, must always defend his dignity and honor, which you destroy completely by wearing those dresses He would say somehting like that, surely, and then he would forbid dresses to be brought into the palace if he didnt posess a key to the cloest they were to be stored in.
All Frank wanted was a walk around the gardens in the lovely pink dress his friend Jonatan had bought him. So, to try to make his wish come true, he called in a conference with Jonny and Will. They were the only 2 who knew about his obsession.
The plan was good, and they hoped it wouldnt fail.
The hole on the other side of the pal
9. DoomI sat there apathetically motionlessly staring at the shadows flickering over the graffiti-covered walls 20 feet away from me. I squinted as I suddenly saw a shadow coming towards me, becoming larger and larger until some evil person stood in front of me blocking my sight.
YOU! Evil creature! Will you stand aside, I MUST observe the shadows or else they will flee!
He sat down beside me, but his intrusion had scared them all away and all my precious work of over a century had dissipated into thin air. I could KILL him! I noticed I was strangling him when his hand fell on my thigh, the pervert! I let him go, he had to be alive to be scolded, after all. The yelling didnt serve to bring him to his sense, though. He kept trailing his hand up and down my thigh, and then, suddenly, he straddled me! I lost all my wits right then and slapped the ignorant being across the face. First he bereft me of my lifes efforts, then he mocks me, and now he tries to seduce me!
8. Novel Tis a novel way of looking at life, it is.
Indeed, I agree, yet, is it in accordance with the Holy Bible?
Sir, your disciples shall have to figure that out, because, with all due respect, I have not enough knowledge of the Holy Bible to be judge upon such delicate matters.
Very well, I shall set 3 of my monks to the task of analyzing the problem at hand thoroughly.
Yes, but do have them proceed with discretion, I dont want rumors to set out into the city about the respectabilty of my palace
Of course, they will work with the highest secrecy, and noone shall know what they are about.
Very well, so it be then. And now, there was something else you asked of me?
Yes, indeed. But I believe we should go into more private rooms for that
Of course. Let us go into my chambers. Come.
7. PiratesWe were pirates, travelling through the seas of the mind and taking what we wanted. There was so much non-useful stuff that eventually we had to give out a few brains per a million people that would contain all the bullshit thoughts. The good ones were archivated in the Great Secretary of Whiteness. Us, the elite group of the Collectors' disciples, were destined to go out there and pick up the White Ones. The Boredoms were to lisen to all the thoughts we dropped in, a tedious work, very boring and monotonous. The excitement of my job was the adventure. I have witnessed many brilliant thoughts, I've seen their creation, seen how the cells connected and rejoiced when I successfully pulled the fresh thought from the mind. Some were really egoistic about their thoughts, they just wouldn't let go. I hated when that happened, because sometimes the cells would mutate in a matter of seconds and start biting me.
Todays my last day of work, then I leave for my vacations. So, think!
Ah, there's o
6. PessimisticSlow currents of air forced themselves through the small window. The others were all closed. It was hot and humid, very humid. She could have sworn they were in the tropic, but was it so? No, they werent. But the weather suited the situation in a twisted way.
Smiles and laughter had gone with her. Fun and happyness had packed their bags and left. They didnt know how to go on, if there was even a future.
Their black clothes nearly choked them, but she wouldnt let them wear anything else, and they had nothing else, either. It wasnt fitting for these children to walk around in black. They should run away, they should flee. But she wanted to stay, she didnt let them. How often had they begged her, and she had always responded the same way. The bruises on their backs would never heal if she didnt stop. And to make her stop they would have to stop telling her they had to leave, now. But they didnt want to give up, and they knew very well they wouldn&
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
La CortinaSiempre se había movido, y nunca me había dado cuenta. Se movía en olas lentas, como si estuviese respirando lentamente, como lo hacen los ancianos. "Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung". No había sonido alguno, nunca había habido, y no supuse que iría a haber algún día. Sólo el movimiento. Como un barco, meciéndose sobre la tranquilas olas del mar caribe, sospechando absolutamente nada mientras los marineros duermen y sueñan de casa, o de islas tropicales llenas de mujeres bellas.
Como una madre que baila lentamente con su hijo en brazos para que duerma, cantándole con su dulce voz una canción de cuna, la más bella. Como la suave y lenta canción de cumbia en aquel restaurante remoto en mitad del desierto, casi abandonado, casi solitario, tan lleno de vida.
Yo estaba barriendo la casa como me lo había pedido mi madre cuand
3. Content3. Content
It would be disastrous.
There had not been enough rehearsals, he didnt know his text, and he didnt even want to participate. It had been his best friends idea, Matts. At the diner, Pennys, they had found it a good idea, but now, 3 months later and a lot more nervous, he found it had nothing good about it at all. No, nothing. He wanted to get it over with, with as few public humiliation as possible, and then he wanted to disappear for at least half a year. Why had he ever agreed to do this? Hed known the older kids would think he was a fag for doing this! Why did he expose himself to the school in tights and reciting heroic lines, then?
Well, of course, he could argue that he had had no idea that the play to be put on stage was Robin Hood, but he could have informed himself before recklessly joining the drama club. How ignorant of him! At least Matt was in it with him, but that didnt help much, because he was playing the k
Sonadow, Chapter 3 The Game"Just tell me and I will let you go..."
Sonic was rather surprised that Shadow wasn't struggling as hard as he thought he would have, even when he shifted his knee just slightly between the black hedgehog's legs to tease it against the sensitive area there and got a small gasp. He still didn't try to get away.
The sky blue hero didn't know why he was doing this, but he had to admit that he was actually enjoying the squirming and jumps from the supposed ultimate life form. Shadow was always giving attitudes and trying to put on this tough demeanor, it was like dealing with Knuckles only Shadow wasn't so dense as the echidna. So to see him pinned and helpless just flamed a unknown fire in his blood.
He could feel Shadow jerk when he felt his fangs gently prick his skin, some blood leaked out as the hero licked it up greedily.
"Come on Shadow~ Not scared are you?"
Sonic felt a growl rumble from the trapped hedgehog and twitched his ears when he heard him snap his teeth, "Of course not. Yo
She called out into the white corridor, "Hello?"
No voice answered but her own.
Her soft footsteps sounded like giant foot falls,
and when she thought someone was there,
she realised it was her own.
After scouring the long and white halls,
there was a black and white door.
A room with a single table.
A single table with a single book.
It was stained with jet ink,
the scripts mixed in seamlessly with the black page.
It was a black book.
she opened it.
The ink was wet and clung to her fingertips.
Someone did this not long ago.
Answering the unasked question,
A page flipped and it said,
in dripping white ink,
Her breath stilled,
and she turned the page.
'Do you know me?'
'I know you'
'You don't know me'
'But I know you'
'I could tell you'
'do you want to know what I am?'
She reached the end of the book
Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 23
Nellie and Cholena waded through the damp, dark underground tunnels of the New York storm drain system for hours after their escape. The path was long and winding, and unfortunately neither of them knew which way they were going.
"I suppose we may have to come to the surface again if we want to get our bearings straight," said Nellie, "The sewers aren't the safest place for a mouse to be."
"It is probably safer than the surface for me," said Cholena.
"You have a point," Nellie said, "At least you aren't in your native garb, but I'm sure newspapers have been posting your likeness so people would recognize you."
"So will we stay down here?" Cholena asked.
"If I can figure out what street we're beneath I should have a better time navigating," said Nellie, "Next time we see a ladder and a manhole cover I'll just climb up for a peek."
"I did not want to return to New York when I left,' said Cholena.
"I can't say I blame you," said Nellie, "I spent nearly ten years crusading to make this cit
Ghosts of Machina Chapter 13Chapter 13:
The pain was dull now. I was exhausted but I could at least breathe without feeling like I was going to dislodge part of my ribcage.
There was voices, a couple sounded a little familiar but the others weren’t at all.
Ugh… I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids just felt so heavy. I was so tired.
I didn’t want to go back to sleep though, I had just woken up.
I don’t think anyone else realized I was awake though. “How is he…?”
“Much better than he was… He’ll be fine with rest. He got lucky.”
“Oh thank goodness… All of that blood, I was worried…”
Who is that…?
I wound up slipping back off to sleep without realizing it. When I woke up next I was able to open my eyes. “Mmm…?” I looked around, I was laying in bed somewhere, the room was painted dark purple with matching curtains on the walls, many different kinds of spiritual decor adorned
The Rabbit's Hole | Club (WIP) She figured The Rabbit Hole was hopping (no pun intended). It was 3:00 AM afterall. The woman had gone home to change into something suitable for the night club. She unclasped her blonde hair from its bun. Soft, delicate curls bounced as the hair evened itself out. She ran a hand through it to fix the bangs. The detective hated the rainy weather as it caused her hair to frizz. The blue dress stopped after her knees, and she felt uncomfortable (even if she wore black short shorts underneath). Pulling the dress down, Alice strutted toward the bouncer on duty.
‘It’s Dum tonight,’ she thought.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum wore were the twin bouncers’ club names. Nobody knew their given names not even the detective. Dum towered over her 5’2” frame. She wagered he topped the 6’ height chart. His buzz cut, black hair had him looking intimidating as ever. He looked over his sunglasses as he noticed Alice approaching. He placed
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
Ghosts of Machina Chapter 14A few days went by after Andy woke up. The surgeon had stopped by to examine him a few times and gave him the okay to move around but carefully.
Andy got to know Zalika and Lunar well. The sorceress and her assistant were kind to him and did their best to keep him from dwelling too much on his homesickness. He still wanted to go home but he was getting better.
“My word…” Lunar commented as she put away leftovers from dinner one night. “He’s going to eat us out of house and home!” She exclaimed.
“He has his appetite back.” Zalika giggled a bit, looking up from a book she was making notes in. “Teenage boys are called bottomless pits for a good reason.”
As if on cue Andy came in grabbing an apple from the bowl on the table tearing into it as if he hadn’t eaten in years… When he had just finished dinner twenty minutes ago. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so hungry.”
“You’re healing, you
4. Change4. Change
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in her sweet voice, beautiful. Like the soft and slow cumbia song in that restaurant in the middle of the desert, almost abandoned, almost solitary, so full of life.
I was sweeping the house as my mother had asked me when I noticed. The curtain had ceased its movement, and it was then that I noticed that it had always moved. I never knew how, but I knew i
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