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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
Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 21As soon as she was back in her apartment, Tanya locked the door, crouched down at the coffee table and removed all of the documents within the envelope that she had stolen from Quinn Ratbone's campaign office. An inheritance from Ratigan? Could it be that she'd fallen head-over-heels for yet another evil person? Just typical, she thought grimly.
The document seemed to have been penned by none other than the late Napoleon of crime, written in his own words.
"To my dearest Quinn, the son I never got to know,
I am sure that your receiving this document comes as quite a shock to you. Let me begin by saying that having to give you up for adoption was one of the most heart-wrenching decisions that I, Professor Padraic Ratigan, have ever had to make. Yes, dear Quinn, I am your father. You are a Ratigan. Be proud, wear your identity as a badge of honor. You are the son of a genius!
The reasons I could not raise you as my own are complex, and heart-breaking. You see, your mother was an old frie
Teen Detective Chronicle 1-2--Warning! The following stories will contain bondage, language, sexuality, violence, and scenes of peril. Reader discretion is advised.--
Aquila Erikson’s night could be going better, he decided. Then again, it could be worse. Twenty minutes ago he’d been expecting the 30 minute update from Anabelle. They had a system worked out whenever Anabelle was on a somewhat dangerous job. She’d send him a text every thirty minutes to establish that she was, in fact, alright. If she didn’t check in, it meant she was in some kind of trouble… And he’d start after her immediately.
At the moment, that involved bouncing someone’s face off of the pavement.
Aq ran a hand through his short blonde hair and glared at the man he’d just introduced to the ground face first, his hand tangled in the man’s hair.
“That loosen something up?” He asked, his voice level and calm, “It feels like it loosened something up, so let’s take it fr
MGM Gate 1 (Part 12)
Lucas walked straight up to Trevor and said, before Chaney could depart, "Okay, it's a black lion, it's not going to be easy to spot at night. Again! I think someone took him. Really! I don't think he could have escaped."
"Who could have... just taken a triumphant lion?! And a black one?! Who ever heard of a black lion?! Look," Trevor said before he was interrupted by his partner...
"Is there such a thing as a black lion?" Chaney asked, more like wondering out loud. "I mean, we're not animal experts," Chaney looked at Trevor and said, "maybe we should look into this."
Trevor took a deep breath. His mind went blank. "Okay okay," Trevor looked at Lucas and said "Let me see the animal's licence and read his bio,"
All eyes were on Chaney, he stood about 5,7 with dark curly hair, puffy brown eyes and his light skin looked tanned to a crisp. He looked too much like a pretty boy to be a policeman. But too nice to have a profound effect on Trevor.
Trevor turned back to Chaney and said "Even st
Used- Poor Condition “One TV, used, good condition." He clicked his tongue and set the box aside before picking up another. His long, crooked fingers peeled through the Styrofoam and his clouding eyes lit up. “Oh an old Gameboy, haven’t seen one of these in a while, should fetch a decent price with a retro gamer." I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t really required.
“And oh-“ He opened the last box and peeled back the material surrounding it. “Well… we don’t see many of these.” Again I said nothing, just waited patiently for him to give me a figure. He plucked a loupe from a drawer beneath the counter and picked out a lens. His nose was almost in the box as he inspected it. “My, my…”
“Do you take them or not?” I broke my silence to give him a dark look.
“We take anything that has value… and there is a small market for this particular object. But... are you sure?”
2 Nights at Freddy'sThere was a horrifying screech as it lunged toward the two Keronians.
When the morning finally came, all that was left were two animatronics, eyeballs popping out of their sockets, blood eerily akin to tears oozing down, and crooked sets of teeth peeking out of a propped mouth.
Sebaba gasped, waking up to the rays of the sunshine hitting his face.
Just a dream?
Soft groaning under his arms told him otherwise.
He blinked awkwardly down as Gurere pressed herself against him, almost fearful in regards to that traumatic first night.
Thankfully he had closed the door in time before the rabbit-like animatronic managed to get any closer than it did.
Even though Gurere managed to successfully monitor the security cameras without too much emotional stress, he could tell she was still incredibly tense, possibly even close to tears as each painfully slow hour passed.
The rabbit was sluggish and predictable; she figured out which rooms it would most likely be in, and the tw
Abducted, chapter 6Mario shakily made his way to the small house and sat down at the dinner table with a shudder, "L-Luigi..." he trembled before bursting into tears, he sniffled softly when he heard the front door creak open. "Mario?" came E.Gadd's voice "I just came to check if you two were oka-" E.Gadd noticed the tears running down Mario's cheeks, that could only mean one thing. "t-they didn't take him, d-did they?" E.Gadd trembled, Mario nodded slowly before breaking down again. "oh god! How could this happen!?" E.Gadd gasped, "w-why did they take him!?" mario choked out between sobs as he slammed his fist down onto the table. "WHY!?" he screamed, "because t-their horrible mindless idiots!" E.Gadd sobbed, "I should have protected him more..." Mario sniffed, "no, no. I can see you've tried your best..." E.Gadd mumbled as he stared at the boarded up windows through blurred eyes. "could we save him?" Mario asked hopefully, "I-I don't know, I'll do some rese
Abducted, Chapter 5After dinner, Mario decided to clear the table while his brother settled down to watch some cartoons. Luigi glanced at the clock on the side table and noticed it said half past four in the morning, "y'know Mario, I think the aliens won't even attack tonight, they normally come at four o'clock on the dot." Luigi yawned, Mario jerked in surprise, "wait, does that mean its four in the morning!?" he gasped, "it's thirty two past..." Luigi mumbled, "are you sure? We came in at quarter past seven..."
"maybe the clock has ran out of batteries..." Luigi mumbled, "maybe..." Mario sighed as he went back to clearing the table, both of the brothers jumped as the lights started flickering and the television screen started fuzzing. "what the hell..." Mario muttered as he came out of the small kitchen, Luigi started to panic as the lights flickered around them. Mario tried to switch the lights off but they continue
Country and Planet Chapter 9Summary: Hetalia and Planetary Moe crossover. When curiosity strikes a certain nation about his origins, he finds himself and all the other nations in a grim situation that could potential end their very existence. Why were they forced to leave their mother? What happened to make them this way?
--OUT OF REACH--
"So you're telling me, the stars, planets, and the universe have personifications like us?" Luna nodded and beckoned to keep going.
"And there's some crazy crap going on with the planets that are messing you guys up?" Saturn nodded and ran a hand through the broken side of his rings.
"And that I have two hundred something siblings and my mother who is the Earth has been kidnapped and you guys need our help?" Arthur sighed, "Yes, Alfred."
The others expected the blonde to not believe a word said and start laughing but he did something no one expected. He slammed his hands on the table and started cursing profusely at his alien friend
Abducted, Chapter 4It was raining by the time the brothers made it home, Mario opened the door shakily and they walked inside. Luigi groaned as he sat down and wrung out his cap, "I'll be surprised if the aliens attack In this weather!" luigi chuckled as mario Rushed passed him with some spare floor boards, a hammer and some nails. "what are you doing mario?" Luigi asked curiously, "boarding up all the doors and windows so the aliens can't attack." Mario muttered as he started to nail a board to the door, "what if there's a fire?" Luigi asked, "I have a fire extinguisher," Mario sighed, "I'm going to get a shower." Luigi yawned as he walked into the bathroom, Mario suddenly let out a small scream as he hit his hand with the hammer. "Mario! What's wrong? Did you you hurt yourself?" Luigi panicked as he ran up to his brother, "yeah, I hit my hand with this stupid hammer!" Mario snapped but then sighed as he saw the worried look on Luigi's face, "don't worry, it's fi
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
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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