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Tanya took a deep breath as she left the dinner table later on in the evening, to run after Mel. Once Tanya caught up to her, Tanya quickly spoke “Hey, can I ask you something?”
Mel frowned slightly and faced her. “Sure, go for it.”
“Uh…” Tanya didn’t know how to start. “Well I was just wondering but you might not have but-”
“Tanya you’re babbling.” Mel pointed out to her laughing.
Tanya looked at her sheepishly, “I am, aren’t I?”
“Well anyway,” Tanya got herself back on track. “I was just wondering if you know of someone called Travis? His last names Coldwell if it helps you know…”
Mel smiled at her wondering, no one asked about him in her street. “Yeah, I know of him, I don’t know him personally though. He lives just next door with his cousins and uncle. Sis has a crush on him I think. He does look kind of bad boy-ish if you kn
'The problem with my power.'I sat in class, Blayde naturally beside me but silent. We had fallen into companionable silence over the last week, which I liked.
I didn’t trust him.
He had caused me pain.
But god I wanted to know who he was.
Then I realized the best way for me to do that.
I bit my lip as I let my mind relax, just because I wanted to know who he was but then I wished I hadn’t.
I turned to look at him and he raised his head, a smile on his lips as he moved to look at me.
As our eyes locked, his aura shimmered out around him.
Red. Danger. Strength. Desire.
Dark orange. Distrust. Deceit.
Red-Orange. Domination. Aggression.
The smallest tinge of white. Faith.
Grey. Dark personality. Guarded.
The most noticeable color. Black. Evil. Power.
I leaned even further away from him, my eyes wide with horror. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. Or not that I could remember.
He stared at me, confused. “What?”
My mouth worked but I couldn’t get anything out. I fell out of my ch
Why does this have to happen to me?I was walking home in ballet flats and as a complete emotional wreck. I put my face into my hands and let out a bitter laugh that kept going.
Soon I wiped my face and stood.
I wanted to get out of here.
I started to walk.
I turned around to whoever said my name.
Blayde stood at the top of the stairs, hands in his jeans pockets with the thumbs hanging on the belt loops, the combat boots he always wore half undone, the long-sleeved black tee-shirt and with a smirk on his face, he started to walk down the stairs. “I thought I would give you a ride home.”
I turned back and continued walking. “I don’t want a ride from you.” I put as much bitterness as I could into my voice and in my current state, it wasn’t hard. “I’d rather a ride from Karla. Go away.”
He followed me. “But Mr Mackie let me out especially.” He said this as if he were hurt at what I had said to him. As if he was the wounded party.
Vampire Story ThingBut, when I heard the name ‘Edward’, I crinkled my nose a tiny amount but Gloria noticed.
“What?” her voice was slightly whiny and very easily pulled at my nerves.
I waved a submissive, delicate, gloved hand -my trade mark that even my sister couldn’t manage to copy- and replied with fluent ease contrasting with what I was feeling. “Oh it’s nothing really. I am not very fond of the name Edward.”
Gloria opened her mouth to say something but Erica quickly changed the subject before any arguments would start between me and Gloria, as always. We were friends, me and Gloria, but there was something about her that made my hands itching to slap her.
I hardly noticed as Rose began her story again from where she was interrupted, Gloria and Erica hanging onto every word. I wondered if she was making most of it up, but I still smiled in all the right places feigning interest not gathering the words. She broke off to order a drink as we all did and t
A day at work“Jazzman!” I said as our hands clapped together. “Long time no see!”
His smile grew until he was grinning at me. “Don’t call me that ‘Quila. Besides you saw me all day today before you decided on ditching me for work.”
I meant to scowl at him but it turned into some sort of half-assed grimace and my voice fell flat as I cried out, “I didn’t ditch you.”
“Yeah you did.”
“I did not!” I retorted back as I placed my hands on my hips, showing my defiance.
“You did so and you know it.” He said grinning knowing fully well that he was right.
I suppressed the urge to stick my tongue at him like spoilt young child. “No I didn’t Jazz.” I said primly.
He wrinkled his nose in some kind of delicate disgust for a moment. I hoped that it wasn’t the music. I almost sighed in relief when he
A vampires deathI watched as the men who had hunted us come closer, each ready, so they had me and Alex separated. I was trapped in a corner, fighting to stand as a man chanted behind that line. He looked so different from the others. He was too beautiful but not as inhuman as vampires. I watched him as my lips pulled over my teeth. I exposed my teeth. They raised their stakes not scared to stake us but I didn't care, I only had eyes for the chanting man. He had bronze hair, his eyes grey. He was almost stocky, muscle lapping each other but his limps still kind of slim, his jaw was strong, his cheeks slightly angular. His face was not quiet an oval. His eyes narrowed in disgust. Strange. The group stepped forward, snapping my attention from the man. Oh... so many! Why? I was settled in my crouch glaring, my eyes flashing dangerously and I began hissing, a warning for them to back off. There was no need to hide from them, they already knew what I was. One raised his arm and I realized it was the chante
Behind shut doorsTanya drove home in silence, her mind teeming with things she'd have to say to Travis. She didn't want him to know what she had been up to. She planned the conversation in her head. She'd get home, he'd ask her what she had been up to today, and she would say she either hung out with her mates or went for a drive because she needed to think. He would smile and say okay and she would be off the hook. She hoped...
But when Tanya got home, Travis wasn't there.
Tanya wandered round the rooms just to make sure before she slumped onto her bed with her face in her hands, her elbows propped on her knees. She was shaking. Tanya sat up and fell back onto the bed, her arms spread out. She took deep breaths to calm herself down. She didn't want him to find out. She had to lie. She couldn't lie to him; she never had and never could. How was she going to do it? Tanya sighed. No matter how hard she practiced, the words never sounded right and she couldn't even look at herself in the mirror.
Redone Remind me again.
'Guardians are first and for most, the protectors and law enforcement of the planet Earth. No one is really sure when or where the first Guardians was made, but what we do know is that it was during an underground war when an influx of demons flooding through the world destroying everything in their path. It is said that God took pity on us, his earthly creations and sent his highest angel to Earth to bless a select few in many ways. Our bones and muscles became stronger, wings grew from our backs, our speed and stamina was drastically improved, He also granted us to be masters of any weaponry. With this came a change in physical appearance. Guardians became taller, lighter, and more heavenly to the eye of humans. With the angel at the head, Guardians swept through the flanks of demons and all who took the demonic side. This included elves, casters, vampires and all manner of creature that live in this world. Now, the demonic plague is significantly depleted, but a number of them still
I sat on the couch, staring blankly into the television screen. Nothing was on, it was as blank and dark as my face. In the reflection I saw Pen come up behind me, and placed his hands on my shoulders. He stared into my reflection.
"Baby girl... are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just nervous."
"Why? You don't look it."
I snorted and moved to look up at him. "I am very nervous Pen. Sam's bringing our sister over."
"You Nephilim..." he sighed. He took his hands back and flashed round the couch to my side, now sitting on the couch. It was like a blink of an eye. I jumped in fright.
"Do you have to do that?" I snapped unintentionally at him, angry.
"Sorry..." Pen brushed my red hair away from my face.
I shook my head. "You can't be here when they come."
"I know. They won't understand anyway." Pen said in a low voice.
I nodded. "Exactly. Plus they kill your kind." I pointed out.
He blinked for a second then inclined his head into a slight nod. "Good point."
"Sam wouldn't be too pleased to find out
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
death of a sweet sixteeni found my house on
the market the
other day -
- it was 2011 again,
but the sun had set
on my nights of terror
nose to the barstool and
two black eyes, a dish
towel caught in my throat.
i keep trying to find
pieces of myself that
no longer exist - a dead dog,
baby blue walls, whispered
it sold for six figures,
and i can only wish
that i could sell my pain
for that much, but no
one would be willing to buy
it, as i am it's sole host,
the only one who
one of these days i will
drive by that sad eyed
grey house before we are
gone for good, and i will set
up with my camera, snapping
photos of my whitewashed hurt.
and if i linger too long,
so be it, as i've spent so
many nights ruined,
scraped away like the stars
once stuck on my
the bank may own my house,
but it will never own my heart.
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
How To Not Break Your HeartHow to
not break your heart
Make sure to quickly
let go of hands
that refuse to hold you
and pretend it was
just a simple accident
(And, oh god, please,
please don't open
Admit that things
can't be perfect
when you can't convince
yourself to believe
that it was worth
the days you stayed
up until 5 AM
play your cards right and
don't love anything with a pulse-
They'll make you crumble
like a house of cards
Fall for the ones who fell
like shooting stars and
left imprints in the concrete
when their times were up
Fall for the ones you
can never touch whether
they are black-and-white,
colored, or just in another
Sculpt them to suit your needs
Fall for figments of your imagination, too
because they'll move their pieces
according to you and only you
and always you
always make sure to
love things that aren't alive
They'll never betray you
Random poemsWhat would you do if I said hello?
What would you do if I said are we friends?
What would you do if I sat beside you?
What would you do if I asked how you liked me?
What would you do if I said I like you?
What would you do if I said how much I cared?
What would you do if I said I want more?
What would you do if I said I love you?
What would you do if I cried?
What would you do if I said goodbye?
What would you do when you realised that I was gone forever and I said what was in your heart?
What would you do?
Yes sir, no sir, Good day there sir.
Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir.
Yes sir, no sir, Good day there sir.
Yes sir, no sir, i love you sir.
Yes sir, no sir, Good day there sir.
Yes sir, no sir, Are you okay sir?
Yes sir, no sir, Good day there sir.
Yes sir, no sir, I'll stand by your side sir.
Yes sir, no sir, Good day there sir.
Yes sir, no sir, Rest in peace my good sir.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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