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Alexa To Ali - PoemI sit in my room and watch the rain clouds past by
I hold out my hand against the glass
I've always been so sickly pale
I've always been so death-like
I race to the battle field
I stand beside you
But I soon realize I'm not like you
I do not fully belong with you and your group
I'm not human
I'm not machine
I'm not half and half
I'm a full blooded Vampire
And I have my own view of the same battle field
I wield a different kind of weapon
I don't have guns or your fancy machine-based weapons
I wield fangs and a kind of speed you stare in envy at
I wield such a lighting quick mind that I've out thought you for the billionth time
You demand answers and all I can say is think fast
You watch me run into the sun and you realized with sicking horror what is to come
But I can't say I regret my action
I take my shot and unlike you machine-based creatures
I move among the dead while living in the world of the living
I reach back from the shadows and your enemy is no more
I watch their
InvaderAli ContestIt's never a good thing when you get in trouble with Megatron. And for one certain Seeker, once wasn't enough. It was a lesson never learned. Countless times he challenges his leader, never once focusing on the beat down that was likely to come. He was stubborn, and damn persistent. He gets at least a few points for that. And some dents, scratches, cracks, bent wings the list goes on. Once the damage was done he spends the rest of the day .or next few days in the brig.
Oh yes, he was very familiar with the brig. Starscream couldn't remove the pure anger and frustration in his expression. Another failed attempt .more quality time with the walls of the brig that seem to laugh at his misfortune. It took everything the young air commander had not to go insane. If he hadn't already. His frame still bore the marks form the beating, any energon that had flowed form the wounds had long since dried up and left a very unpleasant feeling. Of course, this isn't the first time,
Innocent GirlsThe man beast warrior let out a low groan as the attack hit him in the chest and he shattered into bits. His slayer, a mermaid with a bow notched another arrow.
“It’s your move Serenity,” The brunette wearing a green shirt and blue shorts called out to the girl across from her as her monster had just taken the field and destroyed one of her own and damaged her life points. “Let’s see what you can do against me.” Tea Gardner said with a friendly smile a pair of cards in her hand and a duel disk attached to her arm.
“Alright. That was a good move Tea, I wasn‘t expecting it.” Serenity Wheeler dressed in a pink shirt and shorts said in response as the two girls were dueling. While neither were expert duelists, they did enjoy it and were having a friendly match between them. The two teenagers having a good duel between them with nothing at stake. Serenity was losing so far after Tea’s latest move as her monsters while weak were bol
An open letter to the woman who robbed meI guess I do want thank you for not hurting me. Maybe I was feeling a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome or something but I even liked you a little bit, even when you were in the middle of robbing me. But you need to rethink your life. Seriously rethink it. Yeah your gun was fake. But what if someone had a real gun? Or what if they didn't submit to being tied up like me and fought you? You could get really hurt. And even if you don't get hurt, you're going to get caught.
You scared the crap out of me. When I pulled back the shower curtain and there you were, standing there with your fake gun pointed at me. I didn't know then it was a fake gun. At least my towel wrapped around me. "Bad news, handsome, you're getting robbed," you said.
You marched me out into my bedroom. I recognized you right away. You were the "appraiser" who tried to rip me off when I brought in my late grandmother's ring that week.
The Deal I’ll admit to being a sleaze now and then. Most villains don’t; those pompous fools. In truth, every regular or irregular bad guy has a bit of denial. A feeling that what they do is justified or too far advanced for the rest of the world to handle.
I know I’m a sleaze. But there are just some things I don’t wanna screw with.
Take deals. I may not completely hold up my end of the bargain- like backstab the dealer- but I like it to be fair. The initial deal should be fair, even when the grave is already dug.
Violet followed me back into the shadows, and I can still hardly contain myself. Are bastards allowed to be giddy once and a while? I have an Admin around my finger. A power wielding, world rounding admins. An Admin uses words to make things as real as I am. So far, I’ve gotten a dragon to walk the living, killed a muse, and made my own secret hideout. Not bad for a power-play.
Lost Time Society has always shunned me while I was growing up. I truly didn't understand the reason for it until several years later when the accident happened. I guess I should start from the beginning. I was born in Poland a year after the Holocaust. My father had been one of the few that had survived. Of course he didn't get out as the same individual he once was.
My father never wanted a son or children in general. Though when he got married his wife wanted children. Thats when I entered into their lives. Most parents would say that their children were their bundle of joy in life. Not in my case. My parents thought I was a demon.
My childhood isn’t a childhood that most children can imagine. When my parents had company over I would have to hide in the closet because my parents didn’t want any citizen to know about me. Even when I was in the closet I could smell the alcohol from the kitchen. If my parents and their friends get drunk enoug
Endless It's strange.
The forest had never frightened me before. But here... it's unlike any forest I've ever seen. The trees are a deeper shade of green than they should be, and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of flowers almost makes me want to gag. A stream runs swiftly near by, the water sparkling carelessly in the light of the full moon, as if nothing is wrong. As if nothing is... off.
I don't understand. Where am I?
How did I get here?
What's wrong with the greenery?
And why haven't I seen any animals?
These questions and many more swirl through my clueless mind, getting no answer. The deer, rabbits, squirrels and even the birds' melody is missing, replaced by deafening silence. Perhaps I'm dreaming... Lost in the strange lands my mind conjures for me to roam in my slumber. I don't know. I don't remember going to sleep, and everything in this strange place simply seem
A Human's Struggle And Fear To Let Go
She looked at me with tired eyes.
She had been worrying too much.
The dark spots under her eyes gave everything away.
When will she understand?, I'm fine, I don't need any help.
She insisted, this only made me shake my head in respond.
"No?" she said, as if she had waited for a better answer.
"What do you mean no?" she kept on, not that I cared anyway...
"Its over, its the end of the line, submit"
She began to raise her voice in dominance.
But this didn’t affect me , I wasn’t too easy to give up.
People used to call me a crackle-head when I was young.
They said I was stubborn and as I grew up I noticed I wasn’t, it was the world.
The world was a hypocrisy.
Teenage girls could have rough sex and beg for more,
But at the end they would play the victim.
Men could abuse of their wives, daughters and any female for that matter,
And yet, they where the perfect example of human race.
Children could be cruel, and mean, and heartless.
Then again, they would a
3. WendigoLe tracce portavano fino a quell'anonimo punto sotto un anonimo albero nella foresta. Poi finivano completamente: qualche ultima goccia di sangue, come se un rubinetto aperto fosse stato chiuso e avesse sputato fuori le ultime gocce, e le impronte delle piante nude dei piedi impresse sul terreno.
Il commissario Sacco, un tipo tarchiato, capelli corti e grilletto facile, illuminava quel punto con una torcia elettrica. Era la prima volta che gli capitava di vedere qualcosa di simile dal vivo e da quella prospettiva. Scoprire le tracce, un caso grosso, quasi sovrannaturale.
Dietro di lui c'erano Alfredo, l'uomo che aveva scoperto le tracce, la sua ragazza Francesca e un altro agente di polizia, Primo.
Alfredo dimostrava quarant'anni portati male, tutto ossa e con i capelli grigi, e ne dichiarava venti. La sua ragazza, di contro, avrebbe potuto averne al massimo ventidue, bella, capelli lunghi biondo cenere e maglioncino a collo alto sopra i jeans attillati. Primo invece era sulla trentina
nightrip chapter 2hyde swore under his breath. "what's going on?" i ask him, hands still shaking. he doesn't say anything, but he squeezes my hand. the shrieks turned into panicked whispers. the man clears his throat. i notice he's wearing a uniform belonging to a well-known tractor trailor company. "hudson." he says. "i need to speak to you outside." his eyes stare at hyde like a hawk and its prey. "give me a second, levi." hyde spat. levi left, and the bus seemed a bit less tense. "you know that guy?" i ask, confused as hell. what on earth did hyde and this idiot have to do in common?
he reluctantly let go of my hand, rolled up his sleeves, and stood. i couldn't help but notice his tattoo of a dagger with a pink ribbon intertwined. it said, "kara veronica december 26, 2006- april 5, 2007". who was kara? a younger sister? now didn't seem like the time to ask. "sadly. i'll be right back, dear." he said, simply. i couldn't help how gorgeous he was. the way he carried himself was elegant, and confident, b
Vampire Knight - PoemI sit in your shadow
Awaiting your orders
I boredly look over my shoulder
Why do you pick these machines over me I muse alone at night
I am your vampire
A warrior who is immortal
I fight along side their cause
But I wonder if they accept me
A non-machine, A non-human
For all their big talks
For all the show and big fire works
I am the constant ace in their deck
I am their backup, I am their knight
But do they love me and cherish me?
But do they want me and need me?
But do they cherish my life?
I see how you look at him
It makes my heart shatter eveytime
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
But again, as night falls, I'll become your knight
But again, as sun raises, I'll be your perfect guardian
Silent and voiceless as the stars that weep for my lost spirit
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