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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,
The Labyrinth of MeRestless in the stormy night
Like candle flame unwaning light
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds
Waking dreams my mind unfurled
Void of colour just shades of grey
No-one here to guide my way
Echoes of a man lost in a dream
Porcelain statues unable to scream
The labyrinth of me lies ahead
Each step, each breath fills me with dread
On every wall my portraits hang
Each one painted with an honest hand
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth
Judges grinning while banging their gavels
The pages before me the black book unravels
Some pages are empty and others unclean
Allowing you only to see the obscene
Amanda Jones European adventureWalking through the streets of Ireland, Amanda Jones was on her way to the hotel room she and her friends were staying at. Hannah Duffy, Kat Weber and herself were backpacking around several countries of Europe and were on their way to Hannah's hometown of County Wicklow. They arrived at the pleasant city of Carlow just as night was setting in. Their friend Kat from Berlin tagged along with Hannah to pick up some food for dinner. Amanda took this chance to explore the sights of the city and found men and women entering a small club with a poster surprisingly written in english by the entrance saying:
"Come one, come all!
Proudly presents for one
night only here at Club Geass,
for you to experience the mystical
power of the amazing Paradox."
Amanda glanced at her watch and believed she had more then enough time before she was suppose to meet her friends for dinner. She entered the club and found the show
Hitting the BooksI was still feeling the effects of the little mind meld that Double A and I shared prior. Although the internet was a good resource for information it didn't have all of it. Their was still material that had not been transferred over to the digital format and remade in a hard cover copies. It would take years before all the information was finally placed in a digital format for all to access and not having to sign out books, or pay a dollar for a copy or two. Which is why I as here at the Public Library.
I'll be honest, libraries are bit out of date, but still carry all the source material you can physically get your paws on. Many libraries were large and vast based on where you were, in my case, it was pretty massive. Having been based off the Greco-Roman architectures. Large columns with a stair case extending to the doors. From my understanding this used to be the old court house before it was relocated to the new building a few blocks down for space reasons. Since then, the adjacen
Sylvia was upset.
Not just the average sad feeling.
The emotions and the hurt.
Jacob didn't like this, and asked her what was wrong.
"I w-was trying to find my p-parents.." She had said between light sobs. "A-and I found them.."
"What..?" Jacob asked her.
"B-but appearently they h-hate me.."
After hearing that an an explanation, he asked her permission to go and speak with them.
And only speak with them. Nothing more and nothing less.
So she had told him that they were a few towns away from the mansion that they lived in, and he teleported there.
The town wasn't much, trash, broken and worn down houses. The people didn't seem to notice him walking by.
He stopped in the center and looked around, his elfen ears twitching as he concentrated and sniffed her parents out.
He caught sight of a house that was more worn down then the rest and tilt his head.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over.
There was a man.
"Do you need help?" He had asked.
MGM Gate - 1 (Part 7)
6:45 pm, later on that evening:
Mary Fertile drove up to the zoo after seeing the boys leave for dinner at a local restaurant. The four closed the menagerie leaving on all the chandeliers. Mary saw clearly that they were going to be back.
With her high speed camera hung around her neck she started to climb the gate that took her into the zoo. The scenery gave the term Animal Kingdom new meaning. The zoo had a city of Zinji type look about it. The zoo was beautiful, one would think that they were stepping on to the ark, or, on to one of the ships of Tarshish.
Mary started to walk about. After peering into each exhibit she passed she became more and more disappointed over the fact that there was no animals. It disappointed her so much, she felt like walking straight out the back door.
When Mary got to the back of the menagerie she begun to squint at the center habitat. Her eyes became open as she was taking in all of its greenery. Mary took one step back, relaxed then went "Hmm," as in a
Sentinel Inspector Horace looked at the young boy through the one-sided glass. Julian was thirteen years old, the report said. Looking at him, the inspector wouldn’t have guessed that such a case was currently against him. Aside from his young age, the boy possessed an innocent charm – brown, shaggy hair atop a pleasant face although his deep brown eyes hint at a seriousness so rarely seen on a boy so young. Further investigation showed that Julian was a straight-A student and although not the stereotypical popular boy, his mild and easygoing demeanor had earned him a boy-next-door reputation. Religious, helpful, friendly—definitely not someone who’ll be thought of as a cold-blooded killer.
Even now, after the questions had been hurled at him, Julian looked alert, not fatigued like others would have been in his position. The accusation against him was complex but he looked as if he was just waiting
OASIS OCT Round 1 (Desmond) - Part 1Tap tap...
Desmond tapped his foot for what seemed like the millionth time. He felt like he had been waiting there forever. He was beginning to get impatient, after being kept in the lurch like this for so long. Where the hell was his opponent? How was he supposed to find them? And what in blazing heck was he going to do when he found them? He'd shot countless zombies, ghouls, mummies with his trusted bow and arrow... but another person? That was the one thing that worried him more than anything. Was he simply expected to beat his opponent in a friendly contest? Or was he supposed to kill them... the very thought made him cringe. He had accepted Pay-paer's challenge with great gusto, but now he wasn't so sure.
Suddenly, without warning, the air around Desmond began to shimmer, almost like a heat haze. Desmond looked all around himself, confused, as everything around him got blurry. Then, out of nowhere, everything turned white. "What... what is this shit? Man, I'm
Donikad, albo na koniec swiata. Swego czasu po większych miastach pewnej aglomeracji jeździł tramwaj "donikąd" jak głosił napis na tablicy. Był biały i nie zatrzymywał się na żadnym przystanku. Ludzie dla "fanu" próbowali go zatrzymać, jednak zawsze bez skutku, tramwaj nigdy, nikomu się nie zatrzymał. Krąży jednak legenda o dziewczynie, której ta sztuka udała się. I to w dodatku nieświadomie.
Była ciepła, sierpniowa noc, jaśniejąca od miejskich świateł. Ruch na ulicach już zamarł i kursowały jedynie już linie nocne. Pewna blond włosa dziewczyna ubrana w białą sukienkę stała na przystanku i wyglądała jak zjawa. Wiatr bawił się jej lokami tworząc fantazyjne fryzury ulotne jak on sam. Dziewczyna raz, po raz odgarniała włosy z szczupłej twarzy i starała się
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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