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Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano
On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a
Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301
 
 
“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!
Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long
In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr
The New Monk-chapter 6-The sun was rising the other morning. The monks had to wake up early, as planned , they had to go to Jack’s evil lair to get back their stolen Wu. Omi, was the first one to get up. He went in the other monks rooms and woke them up. Kimiko, Lydia and Clay woke up, but Rai had troubles. While the monks were dressing up, Omi yelled at him

“Raimundo, get your backside up now, Master Fung must not see us!”- Omi said as he rushed through his room.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”- he said as he snuggled in his pillow and continued to sleep.
Kimiko went in his room and, of course, managed to get the lazy Brazilia
*Paranormal*Aberrant red infusion colours sky, inexplicable!
Bedtime StoryIt was a quaint young world in which a troupe of like-minded fellows did subsist. They found joy together in simple things, feline endeavors. Within their minds did great plumes spring, fine tufted ears and coils for caudals. They birthed their world and sat as gods upon a throne of osseous matter, led by one with a visage bright as flame.

And there they did indulge in fancy follies, games of crack which offered many an occasion in which they might giggle to themselves. But all was not well. For they did discover there the path all mortals are bound to take. For in the end are we not all but food for worms? They set to path their words in tr
InfinityDespite of being the middle of summer, it was a cold night. They always were back there. The fresh beach air provided the campsite with cool nights and hot days. We were sitting outside our tents, watching the dying embers of our campfire fade out. It was late, and the sounds of the surrounding campers were slowly dying out. The minutes went by, and less laughter was heard. The guitars and other instruments stopped and stayed silent. The sound of tent zippers opening and closing again. A hushed whisper now and then, the sound of a distant snore. Finally, when the only thing we could hear were the crickets and the sound of the nearby waves, we stood up. In complete silence we walked between tents and pine trees, avoiding the holes were the campfires had earlier stood.
We reached the beach and sat down on the sand. I looked up and saw the immensity of space spread out before my eyes. The stars, so clear now as they had never been in the city, filled me with wonder. The same wonder I
AbsentEven the rainbows
Are absent
Today.
100 Themes- 001Well, This Sucks.
    Lu Yuen tried to move his arm, but that caused the ropes to tighten more, and slip farther down towards the raging river below. He let out a huff of frustration. "Can't you just pull me up?"
    "If you wanna send both of us falling into the river, sure." He didn't have time to deal with Emi's sarcasm. His legs were numb after an hour of hanging. "I have to find another way to get you up."
    The boy let out a whine, shaking a bit. "You better hurry up then. I might end up dying here of starvation before you can get me out."
    The female samurai scoffed. "You won't. Don't worry."
    Lu Yuen tried to look up at the girl. "I haven't eaten since last night!"
    Emi frowned. "Your fault."
    
    "I had no food!" he protested, trying to untangle himself from the rope. It ended sliding down some more, towards the sharp rocks. He made a face. He didn't want to get cut up into piec
One word too manySpoke to myself.
Self spoke back.
TotA Versus: A Promise Fulfilled Two years had passed since the fall of Van Grants and the Six God Generals. Two years since Van tried to erase the world of Auldrant from existance, so that he could create a new world in its place. A world free of the Score, a world that wasn't bound by destiny. He almost succeeded...and would have, were it not for the heroic deeds of Luke fon Fabre and his friends. They, along with inhabitants from another world that had merged with Auldrant, had stopped Van and his comrades from seeing their plan through. However, it was at the cost of Luke's life; he had sacrificed himself in order to stop Van, and release the entity known as Lorelei.

A sudden blast of windI sat in the long shadow of a broken down castle wall, seeking refuge from the burning heat of summer. However, even though I couldn’t feel the Sun on my skin, the air was even warmer there, thicker and heavier. It made me feel as if I was drowning as I took my breaths. So, I got up, shaking off the broken branches and leaves that got stuck into my hair and clothes, and stepped out into the world of the supposedly blazing Sun on the other side.

The wind was strong, and cold, a reminiscence of winter within the heat of summer. It felt good on my skin as I laughed, much better than the still air of the shadow which was supposed to protec
*Footsteps*Was i ever here? footsteps disappeared.

French translation

Avais-je jamais ici? traces ont disparu.

2013 Delice1941
19th May2013
Crime of PassionWhen she left, the door closed like a gunshot.
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Day ThirteenI lost you long ago—
when you looked into my eyes
and saw someone else.
Day TwelveI joked about killing myself
seven times today:
Four times in the morning,
twice in the afternoon,
and once on the bus when I
didn’t think anyone could hear.

My great-grandmother’s
funeral is on Sunday, and I
can feel the base in my
family creaking.
There are no roots to
the left of me,
and the right is
barely hanging on.
No one told me that trees
die from the bottom up.
Day ElevenI.
It amazes me that
there are parts of my body
that I don’t use.
My appendix floats between the
skin and bones
and my tonsils only keep me
from getting all the air I need.

II.
Today alone, I saw six different parents
strapping their babies to their bodies
like another appendages.
What qualifies them as
extra.

III.
My tongue can trace
the roof of my mouth and reach
the very base of my chin.
When I need it to form strains of
vowels and consonants,
it cannot be found.
Day TenThe frozen food
in my freezer
has been labeled in sharpie
because no one can tell
the brown remnants of meals
from months ago apart.
A sweet potato is likely
to be a pork chop.
We will all look the same
once we have finally
frozen over.
Day NineI don’t know which
I’m more afraid of:
breaking your heart,
or finding that you don’t
even have a heart to break.
Day EightI used wishes like
stepping stones
to get from one day to
the next,
crutching on
11:11’s and starlight, starbrights.
I’ve found I don’t
need them anymore, darling.
I bridge the 24 hour gap
holding your hand
and tracing constellations
over the space of your skin.

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FFM IX

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He gave her flowers and jewelry and quirky little gifts that she swallowed up. He told her that she was pretty and beautiful and kissed her on the forehead, just the way that he knows she likes it. He held her hand and recited words that he already knew she would love.

But it is all a lie.
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We're getting to the X's. The X's are my favorite roman numerals.

Also, this is another inspired piece.
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~AsTheDarknessFalls Jul 9, 2012
I love this <3
You know when an author has potential and talent when they can portray a story with a meaning with such little words.
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~xthe-eleanorx Jul 10, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you so much! :heart:
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~AsTheDarknessFalls Jul 10, 2012
You're welcome!
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