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Silence in the midst of screamsTime was running out. He could feel it, screaming, clawing..edging at every fiber of his being. The demon's mentality, his one remaining shard of who he had been lay within his cracked mind. Watching with a dread as everything lined, as his existence would slowly be diminished. If not the next soul devoured, it would be the starvation, that ended him. Any more pressure upon his already shattered mind, would have the shard be no more, a spiraling insanity would only remain. As it were on the surface...anxious, paranoid..fearful of everyone, and thing. Obsessive to the point of compulsion and actions driven by colors and nothing but the remnants of himself. He could only silently guide and hold the hope that his body would comply through his mind's disarray. Yet, as the time passed...he would find no solution to the issue at hand. How, could he survive without consuming the souls of contracted humans? It'd been unheard of by the demon thus far for such a thing to be. His search had been
9 years and 10 monthsConfusion, yelling and fear. Small arms reaching in desperation, a swift and loud CRACK, followed by the thump of a small body hitting the floor. Silence, as the storm slowed and ended, the small form being looked upon in contempt before the assailant would drop the heavy bottle and saunter off, leaving the small boy alone on the floor. As his consciousness left him, and the blood flowed freely from the wound upon his head. Coating and soaking through the already bright red hair darkening it and sinking into the carpet upon which he lay..confusion would riddle the boy's mind..why had this happened..? His consciousness would only return fleetingly as his father would return from work, his worried voice yelling, calling to him..he felt himself cradled up into the man's arms as the older Octillery attempted to get what had happened from the younger boy. The boy's eyes..fogged over and riddled with confusion would only stare back blankly. What happened...a slow blink. His mother had beaten
Tick, tock...goes the clockTick, tock...
goes the clock
goes the clock
goes the clock
I can't escape
goes the clock
a never ending symphony
why can't it ever leave me be?
goes the clock
in the back of my mind,
even if my ears cannot hear it
goes the clock
there is no place here,
that the ticking does not haunt me
The agonizing stress,
it makes me a mess,
when will quiet be found?
Not even away...
it's always at play
try to break them away,
remove the battery..
but there are too many, the ticks and tocks won't sway
the stress they cause is too much to carry
and so...the panic arises
a mess left to be messier,
but still...the faint..
of the clock.
How he won his homeWhispers were carried on the wind that night...whispers of the king and his tree. "The king is getting old..the king may die soon." "Who will get his home when he's gone?" the many voices of the forest's inhabitants asked one another quietly, careful not to disturb the old Nidoking in his place. "That tree is the best in the forest...it has many places to hide, many places to live." the voices would continue on, very well aware of the one listening in the shadows beyond the bushes, but paying no mind to the worthless scrap. HE certainly wouldn't be a threat to their plotting or planning, the runt couldn't fight and didn't have the bravery to go against king. They, on the other hand...or anyone else here could contend this treasure. "Should we challenge him now, while he is weaker in age? Or wait until he simply dies of his own?" they would question, each inhabitant in this place wanting that tree as their own, each determined to obtain it.
Listening intently from where he hid, the youn
Go ahead and hate me.Go ahead!
Without me ever having done anything but live and breathe.
Glare at me, look at me like I'm trash.
Maybe I'll disappear one day
I'm a nasty little kid, a bastard teenager, and a worthless man.
But know, you're what made me who I am.
I didn't know as a kid. I cried and hated it. As a teenager, I was lonely and desperate to feel loved. Now as a man, I am cold and cynical.
All that makes me happy in the world is this twisted idea of mine.
You hate me, but you can't ignore me. I'm always here, you'll always look at me. Even if you hurt me, as every single pair of eyes that lands on me ultimately wants...I will welcome it. Because then...someone is paying attention to me.
I'll insult you, I'll hurt your pride, scoff at you, goad, push, and pick at you.
But...It's only because..
I want to feel like someone cares.
And this...hate and pain, is all I know.
One by one, we wait to dieA single scream cuts the silence,
then turns to many
all we were was compliant,
We didn't cause this,
but we suffer the most
we all miss...
what did we do?
for our hosts' squabble
We know that we won't move away,
In our hearts...we feel
And each day, another of us dies
You have no heart
for our fight
It's not right.
Ten lines on poetryIt's not all the time the words,
come running in herds
I need time,
to formulate my rhymes
It's creative sure,
but sometimes just a blur
when you catch it before the run
But if you miss it,
it doesn't get writ.
DisillusionedIt's just not the same,
our little game...
it used to be so grand,
now it's just bland
I sit and sigh,
we were once up so high,
how did it end up this way?
All of that excitement,
wonder where it went..
another day gone again,
makes me wonder when
The next thing will come around,
and move me out of this rut
I know it's bound to happen,
what...is truly ugly?How does one describe this loathing?
at a steady rate
Such a disgusting creature
undeserving of this feature
You walk like an ape
your clothes are too baggy
don't just gape
you know it's the truth.
you are ugly, inside and out
you-I am not.
So you can stop that thought.
I do not hate you,
though you despise me
you don't see through,
this image of me...
I am not ugly,
I walk as an ape,
when I tire.
my clothing is casual,
and the reason I gape?
I cannot believe,
someone as lovely as you...
could ever sink,
as low as you do.
To sink to calling another ugly,
to try to wound their confidence...
that, I find...
to be truly ugly.
Origins-Hunter of Dreams SkyI looked around nervously as I creeped through my kingdom. It was pretty easy, but with all the guards around, I was sure at least one of them would spot me.
But I couldn't give up on my brothers. They needed me. They needed me to defeat Herobrine.
And we were so close...If only it were easier. This pressure...it seems impossible!
I continued through my kingdom until I came across my two best friends, Jason and Ty. They were arguing, and I listened in on their conversation.
"Ty, I couldn't of gotten back here if it wasn't for Jordan. He let me go. He got rid of Herobrine for me." Jason reiterated once again.
"I'm sorry, but did you not see the stab wound Sky gave me?!" Ty snapped, lifting us his shirt to reveal a scar through his gut. "This could've killed me. HE could've killed me."
The spaceman went silent. "They've done some pretty bad things, but I know they've changed."
I decided it was a good time to speak up. "It's true," I said slowly and quietly from behind them.
Happy Birthday, John! (John x Reader)HAPPY 4/13 EVERYONE!!!!!!!! This is my first readerx fanfic and I finished it on time! Hells to the yes! Anways, do enjoy! Also has swearing cause it's homestuck.
Small note: (y/s) = Your symbol
.:*~Third Person POV~*:.
"Oh gog." (Name) said as stood in her bedroom in her (f/c) pajamas. She stood looking at her calendar which had red marker on it circling one specific date.
It was her best friend John Egbert's birthday tomorrow. And she had forgotten about it.
She looked at her alarm, seeing it was 12:00pm. It was a Saturday, so she slept in. (Name) had set up a plan to meet with Dave, Rose, and Jade today to plan a surprise party for Egderp. Problem is, she forgot to tell the three about the meeting and she didn't have any actual plan set up for the party.
The day was still young though, so she quickly ran to the bathroom to shower and made her way back into her room and put on her s
TnM.Alt - Capitulo 2 - Una HermandadLas alarmas sonaron muy temprano el la base aun ni salia el sol y todos debían estar preparado para los entrenamientos y esperar ordenes de los lideres. Marie despertó agotada por todo lo sucedido el día de ayer, junto a ella se encontraban mas de 30 chicas todas de diferentes edades algunas mayores otras menores y dos de ellas eran sus amigas y compañeras que se dirigieron hacia ella.
- ¿Porque llegaste tan tarde ayer Marie? - le preguntaba Jasmine - te estuvimos esperando.
- Lo siento chicas es que tuve que hablar con mi Padre y mi Tío junto con Thomas - les respondía levantándose se su cama - ademas de que vi que Thomas estaba herido así que lo lleve a la enfermería y también estaba Xavier parece que también tenia una herida.
- ¿En serio? bueno no es de esperarse, es muy común salir lastimado de una pelea - decía Destiny ocultando su preocupación - deberán tener mas
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Age: 1019 (Looks 19. Is immortal and can change her appearance at will.)
Species: Ice Dragon/Human Hybrid
Occupation/title: Ice Queen
Height: Near 5ft 11in
Body build: Light, lean, muscular, like a big cat.
Eye color: Bright blue
Hair color: ) Blonde
Skin color: Slightly tanned
Other Important Stuffs:
Defining Traits: Has permanently pointed ears that are blue tinted at the tips. These follow her to every form she takes, and this is the reasons she wears headphones in her human form.
Favorite Color: pale blue
Favorite animal (if any): DWAGONS, SNAKEZ, AND HORSES
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Current partner: Dan, A.K.A The Serpent King (Belongs to velvetkitteh)
Likes: Cool temperatures, dragons, snakes, ice, SNOW, family, sometimes fighting, raw fresh kill, relaxing with t
Analyzing Jeff the KillerI will be going into some depth of Jeffs persona (aka personality and character)
Jeff is usually projected as a selfish, mean, asshole. But if you look deeper at his persona then you'd see he's actually not.
As told in the story, he uses pretty big words. Kid around his age group usually use shorter words because of their impatients or just earn for approval. Jeff uses bigger words, implying that he is infact a little more itelligent then his peers, maybe because of the school he went to before, maybe not. But these are kind of more subdued, implying that he is trying not to seem like a big-shot nerd, but trying to seem smarter then the average 10 year old.
He is young, atleast in the story, therefore relying on surprise or skill when facing someone older then him. Like when he killed his parents and brother, who in my headcannon is older to fit this, he waited until they were saw him, which surprised them. In their seconds of shock he got the first few blows and managed to weaken them
Origins-Eater of Souls JordanI walked to my kingdom, my insanity whispering nonsense to me as I approached the gates. We were somewhat getting along, but I still knew what it really wanted from me.
As I got closer to my kingdom, I began to wonder how I should make my entrance before searching for Mark and Nick. Full on out present myself or go in sneakily?
I know it didn't matter, but it could make the decision whether or not they would come with me to the Nether to defeat Herobrine. I wanted to make sure that they trusted me. They needed to know that I was still their best friend. And I had to hope that they felt the same way about me.
I was just about to enter the gates on my kingdom when I heard some commotion behind me. I whipped around to see if it was a guard or possibly Mark and Nick, but no one was present.
I glanced around, my insanity crooning to me that I was paranoid, but to be sure I walked away from the gates from my kingdom.
As I did, rotting arms rose from the ground and grabbed my arms and legs. I
Origins-Dweller of the Dead LewisThis was our only chance to defeat our father. We just needed to get our friends on our side, and we could defeat him. That white-eyed menace that has done nothing but tormented us.
I teleported through the forcefield my companions had set up to keep me and my brothers out. It was a nice attempt, but unfortunately futile.
I then began to sneak through the streets of the city, staying out of sight of the guards and civilians, who obviously seemed weary and very anxious.
I assumed they were all worrying where I would strike next.
Swallowing down all the regret I had for what happened over the past several months, I continued towards the palace in the kingdom.
I finally reached my destination unseen and unharmed. Bracing myself for whatever was going to happen through those doors, I entered quietly and glanced around.
It was silent, and no one seemed to be wandering the halls.
Cautiously, I began to walk the familiar corridors, searching for my lifelong companion, Simon.
It pained me know
Peps Misfit Profile
Real name: Antoinette Jeanette Edwards
Date of birth: September 1st
Don't let her nickname fool you--it's an ironic twist to her moody demeanor. She's very easily put into a nasty mood and can't stand to be around people for a certain amount of time. But she's not completely all moans and no smile; she does have a bright side at times! Mostly she directs her foul temper at Chocobit (crazy and practical aren't a perfect mix in a group) and the pompous Rittenslipians of their Southern suburbia.
The Misfits are scarcely bothered by bullies because Peps is good at scaring them off just by giving them a menacing look. Her short temper and sharp tongue make it difficult for people to mess with them at school (or anywhere else, if needed). Despite her aggravation she has a caring mother-like quality for the younger Misfits.
FAMILY: Mr. Edwards is a renowned pageant judge. Mrs. Edwards is a greatly appreciated fashion model.
For the first five years of her life, she was forced by her p
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They had a exhausting day but they finally made it back taking the train. They group rested better on the train than the plane that was exhausting. After the two hour train they got out, Rouge stretch a little as she got out, "Man is so exhausting taking a about 6 hour plane here and then a 2 hour train here. It's almost noon already" said Rouge, "Then we can't waist more time we have to head to the cave" said Shadow, "I agree with Shadow" said Knuckles agreeing with him. "Can't you two take a break I understand that this is serious but we need to at least relax for a moment" said Rouge. "We are not too far from the cave, it's near the place where we found Sonic" said Knuckles. "Then I'm taking the van" said Rouge as she pulled out a tiny cube and threw it aside making the van appeared, "Then lets get in" said Rouge as she got in the driver seat. They all got in the v
Bio: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threashName: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threash
Height: 5' 9
Hair: 3 in. below his shoulders dark gold
Occupation: Miracle worker
He carries around a special tool with him, that allows him to cure any sickness. He is renowned as an amazing miracle worker because of this, but tries desperately to keep it toned down, so people will not flock to him. He has a very thick french accent, and hasn't yet mastered English. He tends to go by the name Mark more often than his own name, due to him disliking the sound of it. He keeps well dressed, but is not rich. And refuses to charge for the healing he does.
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