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For Our Sovereign LandWe march in her defence!For Our Sovereign Land by aillin1
On cours-battaile pour sa defense!
Towards the chaos,
We unite to face our attacker.
Our views be many,
We fight together to protect our home.
We fight for our land!
On battaile pour notre terre-même!
The Red and Blue united,
Yet reds and blues fight.
With hubris they march,
With determination we stand.
Dishonour beyond reason!
Our courts lie in ruins
Burned to the ground.
Like dragon's breath is the eagle's cry.
Our homes burn under black smoke.
The fork has blasted a shout.
A warning of what is to come.
I command the sea!
La mers aux moi!
Shannon's cries demand yield.
Her opponent will give it.
She will not be denied,
She will not be beaten.
Our hero beaten, our cause made deep as his grave.
Notre seigneur décédé, notre cause plus fort.
Brock lies dead on the Heights.
We will continue our valiant march.
Our upper and lower state will remain one,
Our cause will remain true.
To the white mansion we march.
To our aggressor we bring to justice.
So far... Chptr 1 through 5So farSo far... Chptr 1 through 5 by KaiaKay421
It's the day before my birthday and everything is normal as usual. Nothing exciting or anything, but you wouldn't think that seeming I live in New York City. But aside from the Macy's day parade, and Broadway, and anything else that ends up on the news, New York City is pretty much, busy, loud, and boring. I sometimes wonder what it's like to go to a public school in New York. I've always been homeschooled. But I'm friends with
a little bit of Chptr 6Chapter 6a little bit of Chptr 6 by KaiaKay421
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I rubbed my head then sat up, feeling a strong tension in my right hand. I looked down and saw Connor holding my hand tightly, cuddled into the side of where I was laying. I lay back down and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. Then I gasped as he rolled over on me.
I never realized how heavy he was until now. I did think about pushing him off but he was warm, and smelt good. So I just kind of dealt with the heaviness and cuddled into his chest, listening to the slow race of his heartbeat. He sighed contently, and then yawned. Smiling I leaned up and kissed his cheek as I watched his eyes slowly open. He grinned down at me and pulled me on top of him.
I giggled, as he asked "How are you feeling?" he kissed my cheek
I smirked a bit "Better than before."
"Mmm that's good." he smiled and squeezed me. I smiled widely and pushed myself up, straddling his waist. He moaned a bit when I grinded teasingly, and placed his hands o
Ode to a KnifeLove is a sharp blade.Ode to a Knife by cookie13500
It can hurt
you. It can
kill you. Yet it can
provide you a
that nothing else can give you.
Love cuts into you and
spills your passion for your
Only a small
The pain is only temporary, for
the clearness one receives
it is too
it only provides
pain. A pain that splits
your heart like an overripe berry
and stabs you in the
A pain that slashes deep cuts
and drains your love until
beating. A pain
that makes you scream
agony. A pain so real it can make
the strongest man
Then there are
the other ones.
The ones that love completely
tears up like a rabid
Love slits their throat and
leaves them to
in their own blood and lust.
Love stabs them and
leaves them to
clutching their bleeding wound.
When controlled, love
is powerful. It purifies and
cleanses the soul.
When wild, love is
destructive. It kills and
Commission - Dirty SecretA house so splendid and fineCommission - Dirty Secret by Diluculi
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good
At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?
A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout
Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't want to be
I rather take the life you owe me
Between Two States of Being"Look," you said.Between Two States of Being by SomethingOnceSacred
And I saw
The gap between the worlds,
One above, and one
Below the clouds.
The separation is slender,
And even when I stand
At my highest point,
I can only ever hope
The slightest brush of water vapor.
Make the rain acidic
And then wonder why it burns them.
I have found a place higher
Than the tainted rain,
I cannot reach the sun.
When you stood at
That peak beside me,
As you closed your eyes
With such grace and faith;
I was almost startled
To see the ground rush up to meet you.
"The Earth is so beautiful from here."
For a moment,
I sought to be
As courageous as you were.
While I backed away from the edge,
That you were a misguided fool
To think you knew anything
Of the sky.
Viridian GoldViridian Gold by AlizaFoxx
This gold cannot be sold for profit; nor can it be made to encase jems. This gold
only beats at you until you are bloody and ragged; a mere skeleton of what you once were.
The only thing it has in common with the true gold is its ability to turn men, into
Sand slipped stealthily through the young woman's clenched fist. There are many
who have adapted to this harsh climate, only the strong survive. Clenching her eyes shut,
an image appears, one not made from the heat of the sun as it crushed down upon each
living creatures' neck, but of a memory. She remembers the faces of her younger siblings,
a small boy and a girl only a few years younger than herself. Her heart felt slowly
punctured with the thoughts, and a fountain of tears rose to her ears and nose,
threatening to spill.
Jerking back to the present she shook off her emotions and knelt down, sensing a
calculated stare resting on her. Turning slowly, she scanned the barren sandy plains.
NathidaNerida stood on the shore of the lake, it was a gorgeous day at Camp Half-Blood. Kids were laughing and spraying water about. The sky was crystal blue. The clouds were fluffy, remindering her of cotton candy. She looked on from a distance.Nathida by Akela-Nakamura
She could hear some of the conversations taking place. Zack-an annoying boy if there ever was one-was talking to a boy who looked ready to take his sword out and slash him to bits. Nathan. The first child of Hades since Nico and Bianca came to camp all those years ago. It was hard to believe that it had been eleven years. Really, Nerida was too old for camp. At twenty-two, she should be in the real world. Getting a job, living a life. Instead, she couldn’t walk away. As a child of Poseidon it was dangerous in the real world. She rolled her eyes at herself. It wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t do something with her life.
She watched Zack continue to egg on Nathan. If Nathan was anything like his absent brother, Zack
Commission : KoalaIt was an unfamiliar area she's treading through and Malton knows she has to be cautious. Maybe jumping through the trees wasn’t such a great idea after all? With a sigh and summoning her armor in case she needs it, she wanders through the dark forest, listening to birds chirp overhead and the distinct sound of wildlife.Commission : Koala by KaixChan
Malton barks out a laugh as she continues walking through the forest that never seems to end. Her father would be rolling around and yelling if he knew where she was. Since she won her freedom a year ago, she grins at the thought of the old bastard desperately trying to find her to lock in her a laboratory again.
After a few more minutes of walking aimlessly, she decides there’s nothing dangerous here, just endless trees and stupid mosquitoes. Malton takes off her armor and continues her journey that seems to be going nowhere, until she sees a movement in the trees that doesn’t look like a bird.
In a split second, someone touches her shoulder and she
chooseYou will hold your destiny in your hands your whole life,choose by Destry-S
whether you like it or not.
Sometimes it will hurt your hands,
but just because you have to learn to ease it and change it yourself.
You can be their prey
or you can be their war.
Tales from the Vault: From Under the Mountain Pt 1Lilik shouldered his axe and peered in vain through the darkness. There was nothing down this tunnel, no malicious forms lurking in the darkness. It was his last tunnel of the day too, and not a single thing in it. He harrumphed, looking askance at the other dwarves in his patrol. They showed no signs of disappointment, they were glad of the quiet shift. There hadn’t been any threats found in the near tunnels for years. It was a matter of pride for the members of the stronghold and a dull duty for Lilik.Tales from the Vault: From Under the Mountain Pt 1 by Mertus
Once the dwarves were certain that there was no threat, they turned around and headed smartly back to the garrison, their stern demeanour disappearing. Lilik’s friend Kerwin slapped Lilik on the back, his black beard swinging as he chuckled. “Don’t look so glum! One day you’ll graduate to the dangerous routes and wish you were back walking the dead beat!”
“I’ll be old as the mountain before that time.” Lilik grumbled. He shrugged of
Prologue | It Doesn't Have to be This Way The ominous night sky began to glow as orange flames covered the outskirts of the small city. The girl could feel her lungs begin to fill with smoke, causing her throat to burn like the fire around her. Her eyes filled with stinging tears as she began to run away from the deadly heat.Prologue | It Doesn't Have to be This Way by Ghost-Wolf7
But then, she heard the sinister laughter. His laughter. She halted.
"Scared yet?" his taunting voice echoed in her ears. She swiveled around to see his tall figure outlined against the flames. She clenched her fists. 'How can he enjoy this?' She thought to herself, for she couldn't bring herself to speak. 'People are dying because of him!'
She heard the scrunch of his leather gloves as he brought his shotgun out of his jacket, clutching it tightly in his hands.
Behind him, the roaring fire began to engulf the buildings and trees. His usually deep brown eyes were now glinting a bright red as they reflected the fire that was slowly surroundin
The Rotting Man (Finale) Upon seeing the shambling figure right in front of me, I froze for a moment, unsure what to do.The Rotting Man (Finale) by weekendhunters
Even if I ran back, it's possible that the creature might take a single leap, and attack and kill me instead.
I inched backwards cautiously, trying my best not to take my eyes off the creature shambling in front of me, before I noticed a brick lying on the floor. I quickly picked it up, and backed slowly.
"Don't you dare come any closer," I warned the shambling figure in front of me.
"Why not?" it hissed, shambling closer towards me. "I'm still hungry, I'm always hungry. Only nice human meat, piggie meat, will satisfy me."
"Oh fuck," I thought to myself. I'm screwed. "Wh-why are you hungry?"
"I've always been hungry. I'm always hungry. I've never known a day when I'm not hungry," it drooled, its voice thick with hunger.
"Ha-have you always been thi
You're Not In Wonderland AnymoreShe was running; scared and desperate. The young lady fumbled her way through the darkness while the rocks cut into her bare feet. The tears spilling down her face were enough to fill a parlor, only rivaled by the sobs that threatened to shatter her heart like the broken mirror in her room.You're Not In Wonderland Anymore by AuthorKatieOlson
She was seventeen practically a woman. Yet she dressed like a young child in frills and ribbons. The girl resented her sister’s constant nagging to wear corsets and evening gowns. She wanted to lie in fields of flowers and snuggle her cat to her chest. She wanted crawl her way into mischief and follow the little white rabbit again. She wanted to wander through the world she couldn’t quite understand, yet adored all the same. She even enjoyed giving chase to the guards who were guilty of painting the roses red for her majesty. This was the childhood refuge she had learned to call home. But it wasn’t meant to last forever.
“Please,” she begged. “Let me stay with you
Squish -- IntroductionSlowly but surely, the young girl gradually detached herself from her rather elegant king-sized bed. She yawned as she twisted and turned in an attempt to break free from her prison of slumber. As she stretched, a soft squeal of exhaustion emanated throughout the mansion. A grandeur mansion of gothic architecture; each item ingrained with intricate details of its own, making each piece an ominously awe-inspiring masterpiece. The curtains were embossed with a somewhat floral and picturesque pattern, in addition to the covers that enveloped the girl’s delicate body.Squish -- Introduction by SquishyPika
Momentarily, after twisting and turning, squealing and yawning; the young girl opened her eyes as she rose from her slumber. She was youthful and slender; possessing a rather tantalizing figure which was encased in exceedingly pasty skin as to which many people compared it being like an English white rose, while others would claim it was more ashen grey. Her eyes were round and large; consisting of a diverse amount of c
SilentWhen the world comes to an end, and humanity becomes corrupt with power, greed and envy.Silent by The-Silverthorn
When all things most precious to you is ripped apart and torn before your very eyes.
When the only thing that you can hear is the sounds of guns, bombs, and screams day in, day out.
Remember this my friends...
Only the silent survive.
Adobe Slabs Segment 1Adobe Slabs Segment 1 by Chococcino
There was the sound of an explosion. Followed by another. And another, until there were so many in succession that any other sound would be hard-pressed to be heard.
It was a good thing, then, that M’s phone was set to vibrate, and currently in his back pocket. He put it to his ear and answered without even looking to see who the caller was. He continued to focus on the onscreen destruction he had been in the midst of causing. “This is M,” he answered, with a slightly disconnected voice.
“Hey, uh, M. This is Billy.”
M hit the pause button and set the controller down. Who?
“I don’t, like, know if you remember me, man, you probably don’t. But like… I was wondering if you could help me out? See, I’ve got this, um...well, I mean, it’s pretty much... uhh. So I can’t
Mean Girls - Rachel Crow: Fandub Espanol¿Has pasado el recreo, sin nadie a tu ladoMean Girls - Rachel Crow: Fandub Espanol by StarSuperFan
porque cada vez que estás, la gente se marcha?
Poniéndote cada apodo que existe
Todos, excepto, sólo tu nombre
¿Como te sentirías si llegaras hoy a casa,
te encerraras, y no quisieras que te vieran?
Mientras todos se divierten afuera, y te dices a ti mismo
No dejaré que me afecte más
No quiero sentirme así
Como es posible esto
No, no, no está bien
¿Qué es lo que sabes sobre mi?
¿Quieres saber qué pienso?
Las sacaré hoy mismo
Ya no gobiernan mi mundo
Las sacaré hoy mismo
¿Cómo te sentirías yendo a la escuela,
alguien te está mirando, llamándote un perdedor?
Todas esas chavas con faldas rosas
No me llego el mensaje
Pues mi blusa es su burla
Bueno, espero que se sientan muy bien
Maltratando a alguien que es un completo extraño
Ya que es más sencillo
Abstract Nonsense - Kagamine Rin: Fandub EspanolRumores nuevos que inventan siempre cada día,Abstract Nonsense - Kagamine Rin: Fandub Espanol by StarSuperFan
Planes futuros que quizás un día lograría,
Sueños perdidos, rotos por esta monotonía.
¡En esta fantasía!
Yo escucho voces que siempre intentan criticarme,
Parecen títeres manipulados por mal arte,
Sus corazones llenos de rencor y de malicia.
¡Oh vaya sinfonía!
Ah, hasta califican mi apariencia,
Ah, hasta quizás yo repruebe hoy mi vida.
¡Una otra vez!
Cansada ya estoy,
Ya no puedo más,
No debo tratar de complacer.
Saltar al vacío,
Pues no puedo ver,
Una respuesta a todo mi estrés.
Me duele admitir,
Que soy cobarde,
Para enfrentar este miedo.
Debo tomar aire,
Y quizás mañana salga de nuevo el sol.
Pasando por la escuela veo a chavos ahorcados,
Todos iguales con los tornillos todos zafados,
Encadenados hoy por una tremenda agonía.
¡Ay que melancolía!
Buscando a alguien que me acompañe
Battle HymnWe have comeBattle Hymn by ElveTheInsane
From a land, far up north
Through the storms
We have traveled far abroad
Full of hope
We have come upon your land
For upon your shores we stand
We shall roam about
Head for the nearest town
Speak with the local men
Put a claim on this land
We want fertile lands
These are our demands
If you deny our cause
We will take them by force
Our barren lands they seemed so hopeless
So we have prepared for our final stand
Our crops did not grow, the weather our foe
So we have followed the water's flow
Now we have found land just like we had planned
The king will demand our lands to expand
Our men now decree: 'We crossed the rough seas,
so surrender all your lands to me!'
We have claimed
The land near this shore
For a living we need more
We march forth
Our men, they long for war
Hear our song
It's the battle hymn we chant
So simple a task
Just give us what we ask
Now we will have you know
You will rot on your throne
We will march to war
Until we have your corpse
I'm trying, I swearI’m lying on the floorI'm trying, I swear by LustingforLove
Talking to god again
First time since I don’t know when
But I’ve been such a mess
Figure I’ll give it a chance
Ask a favor of the big man
See if I can get a glimpse of the plan
Oh, I’m working hard, or so I’ll claim
Drinking too much to numb the pain
It doesn’t work all that well
And the choices I make will get me sent to hell
But I’m trying, I swear
I don’t know who I am
Can’t find myself, even in the mirror
Strangers call me by my name
Who are they? Should I care?
My shadow follows me everywhere
It’s growing bigger and I’m scared
I’m all alone, I guess that’s fine
But if he wants to come home
I won’t waste any time
Wake up in the morning with my regrets
All my close friends are taking bets
To see who I take home next
Oh, I’m working hard, or so I’ll claim
Drinking too much to numb the pain
It’s doesn’t work all that well
And the choices I make will
Canada x Reader - Sorry!So I decided to test out how well I write, since I haven't in a while... And it came out like this. xD Super long, and kind of satisfying. xD Although, I have no idea how to play Sorry! Sliders, so I don't know if I got it right or not. Sorry if I didn't. xDCanada x Reader - Sorry! by animelovea
Anyways, enjoy and don't forget to buy a copy~. xD
You hear footsteps running towards the door as you stood at the door, looking around at your friend, Matthew Williams’, porch for the millionth time since you guys became friends.
It’s a perfectly normal porch. There’s a couple of light brown lawn chairs to your left looking out into the street, surrounding a medium-sized fire pit with marshmallow sticks leaning against it. The part of the porch to the right only had a picnic table covered in a red and white checkered tablecloth on it.
Matthew explained the fire pit to
Teen Titans: Raging Fires pt.3Starfire crashed hard into a nearby truck after being sent back by Blackfire’s recent attack.Teen Titans: Raging Fires pt.3 by technomizer
The impact was hard enough to send the truck on its side, making a loud crash when it hit the ground. Starfire pulled herself up, revealing she had a few bruises on her arms and legs. Some of her uniform was ripping around her gloves and boots as well. Despite the damage she took she picked herself up and floated as she looked to see Blackfire approaching.
Star grited her teeth before firing more starbolts at her sister, Blackfire making a barrier around herself to deflect them. When that failed Blackfire took the chance and used her ring to fire an energy blast, one which Star managed to fly away from. The blast hit the truck and blew it to pieces before Blackfire looked up to see Star flying towards her.
Using her ring Blackfire created a red energy shield that Star rammed into before punching at it with her fists. Blackfire had to give credit that Star’s strength didn’t wa
Camp NaNo and FanficsFor all of those reading: Sweet Dreams, The Heart's Choice, and Sorrow Love, I have updated the covers to be more eye-catchy. Please tell me what you think. You can preview the covers in the link below.Camp NaNo and Fanfics by aoiaki12
All three fanfics will start being worked on again at the beginning of August. Right now, I am currently doing CampNaNoWriMo and I have to finish one novel by July 31st. I might be able to update each of them with the first week of August. Until then, please hold on.
P.S. - I will also be able to work on these fanfics until November comes around and then I am back to NaNoWriMo.
Much love, K. L. Martin
Roommate: A Quicksilver StoryRoommate: A Quicksilver Story by RavenluvsSesshomaru
Raven sat, typing at her PC. On the screen were bandits unaware of her movements. She pushed the button on her mouse to activate her bow. Aiming she shot at one of the bandits and it died instantly. The others looked around, now aware of someone's presence, while her current ally went after them slaughtering the rest. It was Skyrim. One of the most addicting, yet buggy, games of all time. At one point she felt a breeze behind her and wondered if someone had come in and opened her window without permission. Turning her head she saw that it remained closed. A look of confusion appeared on her face. When she turned to look back at the computer in front of her a silver haired man blocked her view. Raven let out a scream and the man ran behind her to catch her in her chair as she fell back. How did he do that that fast?
"Who are you?" she demanded, getting out of the chair. The man placed it back into place and looked to the door. There stood someone she knew all too well. A man she remembe
Order of Celae: Appendix: The OrderThe Order of Celae is an order governed under the principal belief in the two spirits of Celae, Sol and Luna. Those who favour Sol in the Order, will likely be combatants. Those who favour Luna will likely be intellectuals.Order of Celae: Appendix: The Order by aillin1
Their religious practices centre around the knowledge in the Book of Celae, a tome begun by Michael Erilum, the first mentor, and passed down to each leader.
The Order is lead by a patriarch or matriarch addressed as "The Mentor". A Mentor chooses an apprentice to instruct and educate, and eventually take his/her place. Mentors are the single only person permitted to contribute knowledge into the Book of Celae, and they are the only ones who ever see the missing chapter which has come to be called "The Erilum Declarate". This chapter is said to dictate knowledge of some importance in the Order's actions over the centuries. Acceptance into the Order is earned from demonstrating ones abilities, either in combat or in wit. These qualities are commonly tested in tournam
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark by SurvivingNights
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
Monster who lost the feelEmpty heart, abysmal ignorance, amicable pretenceMonster who lost the feel by Fallen-sniper666
This is my asylum, my atrocious contempt
Alluring roses, the charisma of nature, the merriment
As in my cadaverous state, it all seems to end in obliteration
Shunned by my human self, I annihilated the kind in me
Now merely a shadow, death itself abdicates me
Ambition, purpose and desire, my forgotten entities
Extinction, despair and dejection, now my only destiny
Lost as I was, no one to look to, left at abattoir
To be punctured and gashed, but I refused to break
I didn't cry, I never smiled, I forgot to die
I turned into a monster as I am now
My wounds still gaunt but abraded
I was forced to bled but didn't weep
I was stabbed to shreds but didn't feel
I was killed to extinction but didn't die
After all I am a monster who lost the feel
This Arrow's for You, Bird of PreyI ran to the bathroom to vomit forth poetryThis Arrow's for You, Bird of Prey by MizzTusspot
And spent an hour trying to curl the tendrils of ink that had crept from my throat
Into the letters that would spell your name
But that hour spent on the cold tile floor
Spanned into a year and nothing more
There’s nothing romantic about this infatuation
No syntax on the blue backs of heavenly doves
Just digital hostility, tears in the throat,
And one hour spent on your toothy reflection
Clearing the bile from my predilection
Devil, you tapped anxiety into my back
With the tippy-zap-tap of a restless pen cap
Alas, you sadist, I was jolted to life
For an hour at your mercy is so divine
Worthy of my sickness, poetic and fine
This Is Judgementhttp://sta.sh/0saqflm5hweThis Is Judgement by LMW-Creations
Be proud of who you are
And don't let anyone
Tell you other wise
Accept respect with a smile,
And don't listen to the hatred -
Let neither get to your head.
There is no true respect
In acceptance and hatred,
To be pointing out who you are
In any positive or negative way
Is still treating you
Like the outcast
You know you aren't.
We are all human.
Some humans were born
Genetically not who they are.
Some humans were born
Genetically the same as who
They feel they are.
Some humans are girls
Who love girls,
Some humans are girls
Who love boys.
Some humans are boys
Who love girls,
Some humans are boys
Who love boys.
Judging is not disrespect,
Judging is not noticing.
Judging id picking out outcasts
In a world where we are all human.
Halos are overratedFreedom rings. Freedom waves like a banner in the wind. It's old and tattered. So very frayed at the edges but all anyone can see is the big red letters, so bold they're on the verge of blinding. A mess of scarlet ink is all I could make out, the words blurred from a rush of adrenaline. Some make out a blessing, a soft flowing font spelling out a prayer, but me…I was a bull charging, daring those words to come into focus- challenging my conformity.Halos are overrated by prettyflour
I was whiskey brave or was it wine? Oh yes, it was a nice Cabernet left to breathe between my lips then a Moscato so sweet I couldn't see past the taste. A glass half full of defiance that left me drunk and enraged, thrilled and almost out of my mind, but it's not what you think. You see, I used to be a coward. I was a being whose self-worth didn't exist and whose voice was never more than a whisper.
I was told I was loved but never felt like I was. I wanted to be beautiful but my flaws made mirrors run screaming
Sacrificing the SunThe horizon is farther away than I thought it could be,Sacrificing the Sun by FlickeringCandle
"It is for the best."
and now I can't pull it closer, not with ropes on my wrists.
"We need the money."
My home is in the sun, in the heat and gold light;
"They will take care of you."
My family cut me away from the sun.
"We love you."
I thought I could fly when I was a child, soaring through the shimmering air.
"They'll send us money when you work for them."
These people laid me down with bricks.
"They will never hurt you."
I hate it when they touch me.
"They will NEVER hurt you."
I hate it when he touches me.
"How much will you pay us for her?"
They sold my soul for cents and dollars, and I can't rip away my price-tag.
"Get on the plane."
"Don't talk loudly."
"Look at the camera."
"Do NOT leave here."
"After all we've done for you..."
"Why do you make us hurt you, you little..."
"They won't find your body!"
I CAN'T LIVE IN THE DARK ANYMORE.
BastilleWalking out into the dark,Bastille by FlickeringCandle
you take me to your favorite place on earth.
And I'm questioning why as you look to the sky,
to the memories I run from.
"Do you understand that we will never be the same again?"
"Yes, these are the days that bind us together, forever."
Standing on the cliff-face, the highest fall you'll ever grace,
there's an albatross around your neck:
a wonderful part of the mess that we've made.
Now words are all we have.
We used to swim in your stories and get pulled down by their tide.
But if you close your eyes,
we are the last people standing.
Oh, tell yourself how it's going to be,
Oh, to see what it means to be free.
But I don't want to face the world in tears.
PrometheusMy friend told me that cross-roads taught lessons,Prometheus by FlickeringCandle
that on the hangings of cliffs wisdom creeps
into our hands and fills us with knowledge that evaded us,
knowledge that would have led us to a different road.
Life teaches the greatest lessons in the worst of times
and we learn things through hindsight that give us the spark
of truth and the torch that leads others through doors
only opened with keys we picked up with guns to our heads.
She talked of nothing but these things.
She's dead now.
But not in vain, because I will pick up her torch
and carry it to her grave.
I will see her soon.
Bookworm TipoffMain Message:Bookworm Tipoff by IddyBiddySquish
Squishy here; Just wanted to give you guys a good hot tip for if you're a bit of a bookworm like myself: Rivermead Books is my mother's company. The clue is in the title - it's all about books. If you like reading then this is one of the best places to start you're list of to-reads. There's such a large variety of books it would defiantly be in your best interest - both in fulfilling your desire to read the book you and and financially - to check it out.
There's a bit talking about the types of books she sells - it varies from self-help books to fantasy novels to note books to art books - even some horror genre in there . But I can't be specific as its such a big list. Either way, the chances are high in that there'll be something that'll catch your eye. That or you might find that book you were looking for but could never find a decent price. Who knows?
Well, you will if you check it out
- Squishy (Aka Alicia)
SwansongI can tell you an old story long over-dueSwansong by The-Ditch-Digger
You say you can listen, but I don’t believe you
About old friends and the adventures we had
These stories only serve to make us sad
Yet I know you stopped listening long ago
As I recount the greatest hits blow-by-blow
And I know that all that is left is a necrotic heart
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