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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,
yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
Masterclass Detective AgencyThe sun was barely up on Saturday morning when Brenda arrived at her little jewellery story she ran on the eastside of the city, ignoring the slight chill that hung in the air as she walked around to the backdoor. A short, round woman of forty with short dark hair and an aquiline nose, Brenda was a respected member of the neighbourhood business community, having operated her store there for almost twenty years now. She mostly ran it herself, but had a pair of girls, Pippa and Ester, who helped out during the busier times during the week. In fact Brenda was expecting Pippa, a slender red haired girl of twenty-two, to already be at the store as she was going to help Brenda with the store’s stocktake before they opened for the day.
Brenda opened the back door and walked into the small foyer inside, where she hung up her coat. She was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and a cream blouse, stocking and sensible shoes, ready to get to work straight away. Sh
AlbertThe moon was flying at half-mast that night.
The sight of it stopped Albert in his tracks. Not so much the moon itself; he had seen it sleepily trudge its way across the night sky many times before. What surprised him was the sharpness of it, the way its intense curves cut into the darkness. A blade of execution swooping down on him.
He threw his hands up to avoid the white gleaming from above and realised they were entirely crimson; turning around, the droplets of blood that trailed his sprint to the door each rang out in his ears like explosions on a battlefield. Their sharp taste made his tongue grind into his teeth. Following the path of destruction led to the source of the flames, a ravaging jungle with rivers drooling out of it...
A girl's body with a knife plunged into her face lay against the wall.
Though he had just ran some 20 feet away from it Albert felt himself being pushed out further into the car park. He threw his back to the wall of the dark court and looked back into
2p Mini Story -Collab with Ellie- Sally was happily humming to herself as she cooked dinner for herself and Emma. You could easily tell the tone she was humming was “Call Me Maybe”. Emma walked into the kitchen, her normal bored, blah expression on… well if you called that an expression.
“Hello my good friend! How are you?” Sally asked cheerfully.
“Have you asked the trees how they’ve felt? Trying to stop the raging tigers on the inside that the humans cause?” Emma said in a bored tone, grabbing a Coke from the refrigerator.
Sally blinks before smiling and saying, “okay then!”
“Are the trees okay, Sally? Are they okay?” Emma grumbled, before drinking some of the coke.
Sally thinks for a minute, before awkwardly going back to cooking. Hoping Emma wouldn’t she avoided the question. Yet, Emma noticed.
Emma stared at her with "the look". "Are they Sally?"
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
The Affliction: Chapter 4, Bump [WIP] I just got out of my physics lab. I was happy to be out at a decent time instead of a later time. I grabbed my keys and walked in the pouring rain over to my car.
My backpack was as drenched as my coat. I held the books in my hands close to me to avoid the ink running off them. The night was dark for only 8:45 pm. I almost hardly saw the sky through the massive storm of rain pummeling towards the ground. I got to my car safe and sound and started to drive home.
As I drove long the road I felt a heavy bump in the right side of my car. As I looked over I saw a wave o rainwater splash up from the ground. That was some hard hit.
My mind immediately went into panic as I kept driving. Did I knock something over? Is the car dented? Did I hit an animal, or worse, a person near the road? I pulled my car over in a parking lot. I parked close to a light so I can inspect my car front bumper.
Caly swiatTo była ciekawa noc. Resztki umysłu, jakie mi pozostały, mówią mi, że tym razem przegiąłem.
Ale ja musiałem, ja już nie mogłem, inaczej bym już nie wytrzymał.
Cały świat znów był przeciwko mnie.
Jestem na siebie wściekły, bo jestem słaby. Przecież obiecałem, że przestanę.
W mojej głowie posypały się wyzwiska, których ciągle wysłuchuję.
Cały świat i wszyscy przeciwko mnie.
To nie pomaga.
Z ogromnym wysiłkiem otworzyłem drzwi. Że też coś tak prostego może sprawić tyle trudności.
Zamknąłem je za sobą i osunąłem się na podłogę.
Cicho weszłaś na korytarz. Zastygłaś w bezruchu, a po twojej twarzy przemknął cień. Znów jesteś rozczarowa
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
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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