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Haunting of ShadowlynnChapter 1
My life ended unexpectedly and too soon. The worst part is that it was also murder. No one not even the police caught my killer. I always thought my death would be because of old age. The white Pickett fence scenario. Get married. Have a daughter named Emma. Maybe have a dog. Now I lurk the halls in the paranormal world. Arms crossed. Looking down, watching students walk through me. A single teardrop streams down my face. I want to cry and scream but of course no one hears me. Later, I attend my own funeral.
What a sight. 20 maybe more showed up. Days before I died, I asked my mom "Can you make my funeral like how Perry did in "If I die young"?". Mom actually did. I glanced and walked towards a coffin. I saw my stone-cold young body. Admiring the satin dress. My eyelids are shut and white with sparkles. I looked beautiful. All the sudden my mother appeared beside me. She kept quiet but I can still hear her whimper. I heard a deep sorrowful voice say "Ladies and Gentlemen. Fam
Cafe Maiden Ch.1❀ ❤ = Cafe Maiden = ❤ ❀
My parents wanted me to do something a little bit less "racy" with my life. But don't get the wrong idea. I'm not a stripper or a prostitute or something like that. I used to work as a model for a clothing line. Well more like an lingerie line...
So for the sake of my family's reputation, I quit the high paying modeling job and went on to the wonderful days of Job seeking........
C H A P T E R 1
"You need a good paying job. Perhaps a lawyer?!" My father said to me. I looked at him with tired eyes. I shook my head with less effort. "No dad" He glared at me with those serious eyes of his. I groaned and went back to the job search on the computer. I groaned with effort as my head flinged back. "No use in finding a good paying job that isn't modeling."
Loading your heart Chapter 1 "This heart is meant to be solid not broken into million of pieces"
Loading your heart...
Love is a piece of crap and that I shouldn't bother with it. That's what my creator taught me. That's why she gave me a digital heart. I can't fall in love. I'm basically piece of metal in human form. A robot you may say. I'm like one of those things you see in Chobits. A persocom. Expect I am not like them at all expect
Dino Park Ch.1 +Dino Park+ By Rebecca and Ellen
Chapter 1- What the fuck happened to Bessie?
"Dude. Where the fuck is Bessie?" Hey. I'm Ella. I'm only 14 years old. The youngest on my team. Team Survive. "I don't know. DAMN!" That was Jimmy. The leader. "If only that girl wouldn't have go off on her own." Ace said. Ace is Jimmy's cousin. The oldest and smartest in T.Survive.....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream was heard. "What the hell was that?!" I yelled. Jimmy looked towards camp. "FUCK! MCKAYLA!" "I KNEW WE SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT HER ALONE DAMN IT" Jimmy and the rest of us ran with our weapons back to Base.
"Do you see anything?" I asked A
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.
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
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?
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
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
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
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
What is Life?
What is life?
Life is something that is boring without Adventures
Life is something that is enjoyable with laughter
Life is something that is dangerous when it comes to disaster
Life is something that is exhausting when it comes to stress
Life is something that is fun with friends
Life is something that is a bitch when it comes to revenge
Life is something that is well.....
Life is one hell of a ride!
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More