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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!

Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long

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

imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. A

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

*Paranormal*Aberrant red infusion colours sky, inexplicable!

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

{Long John Silver Contest Entry} A Simple Look

A Simple Look

“Keep him still!”

Pain, pain, pain. The world was a searing, burning, horrible face full of nothing but sheer crippling pain. He writhed, his powerful form arching off the floor, blind to the world, deaf to his own screams. Why hadn’t everything gone black? Why was his consciousness still here, why wasn’t he deep within that blissful cocoon of unconsciousness?

Something clicked in his jaw, and the pain that had been radiating from his arm flushed out along his sides, then down to his leg. He tried to roll away, but the hands constraining him were too tight, and he could have sworn there was a rope burn

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

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.

*Eruption*Dormant volcano erupts in unwary heart!

2013 Delice1941
16th May2013

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

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Please don't leave me.

She rides the train on Tuesday afternoons, because she ran into him once, several Tuesdays ago. She waits patiently at the station, hoping, praying that he will see him. She has the lines worked out in her head, hoping she will have the occasion to use them. She rides the bus day in, day out sitting in the

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by ~xthe-eleanorx, Jul 26, 2012, 8:43:34 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

We walked until our shadows were swallowed up by the darkness. She pressed her palm against mine and I counted three of our breaths before I pressed mine against hers. My blistered feet bled onto the gravel beneath my soles and I could feel waves of hunger crashing against my stomach walls. We stood there, in absolute silence as the lines on our faces were slowly concealed.

And it was beautiful.

FFM XXVIby ~xthe-eleanorx

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Basically I wanted to create a disgustingly beautiful scene and then ruin it by stating the obvious. I think I succeeded.

~~Screw you, it's late. I just wrote ten pages of graphic novel and I can't use it for FFM. Cut me some slack.~~

On the bright side, I only have to write five more of these.

~Shyanne-Kai Aug 28, 2012

I feel like you have just trolled me, haha. It was so well written and enrapturing until that last line

~xthe-eleanorx Aug 28, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks! I'm not all that fond of that last line either...

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