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Forbidden in the Night Chapter 3==== The Monster's POV ===
I awoke from a very comfortable sleep as the morning sun hit my eyes. I glanced around the room with a smile- it was beautiful and big. But then I remembered what I was and how people would soon see me. I avowed to sneak out without causing much trouble, for I didn't want to bring death to a household that attempted to be kind to me. After all, my revenge is against my creator, not Henry or his household.
I glanced down at the Bible I collected from my last victim. I don't know why I picked it up- perhaps to find comfort in the Creator of my creator; perhaps to get some illusion of love, now that the being who was supposed to love me was destroyed; or perhaps it was to sympathize with those who felt betrayed by the One who was supposed to protect them? Either way, I left it behind as I quickly got up and prepared myself to head out.
When I heard the door open, I sighed a bit of an ugly sigh. So much for sneaking out I thought to myself as I turned around. I w
Forbidden in the Night Chapter 1This is a yaoi story (Meaning male x male, boy's love). Don't like, don't read! Any hateful comments will be removed immediately.
Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:
2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth. (Psalm 88:1-8, KJV)
As I read these words from the Bible I picked up from the corpse who lays at my feet, my internal weeping increases. For I to
Journal of Darth Nox Aeterna
Journal Entry 15yrs 1 day After Battle of Coruscant
How long has it been since I last wrote in a journal? Too long I'm beginning to think. So much has happened to me in the past year or so, it's not even funny. The worst of it is that Chalcenia and I have drifted apart. Interesting isn't it? My pureblood lover wanders a way because I fell to the dark side.... Thank goodness Charista brought me back out of it but still.
Everyone on the fleet seems to know that she and I are just. not. together. I can't even walk up to a group of people without them going quiet. Weird, isn't it? Is my personal life on display? Obviously to almost many of my inner circle... save one person. Specifically, one guy who I've seen occasionally working the bar, but never really talked to until now. He's an interesting character- likes to jump around the cantina on the fleet a lot and I think he’s a bit of a flirt. I believe Karmic and Stygus hang around him a lot, but I’ve never had
I remember your laughter
I remember your smile
I remember the journey
I remember being at your house for awhile
I remember the meals
I remember your company
I remember your warmth
I remember you never left me empty
I remember when we were together
I remember the love you gave
I remember the the way you were always there
I remember the card games we played
I remember the last time I saw you on the Island
I remember the last we chatted about life on the mainland
I remember going to Dundas and hearing your voice
I remember being and your presence and how much I rejoiced
I remember the day I received the text
I remember when I was told
I remember the day you were laid to rest
Now you rest in Halifax
Vengence is Mine Chapter 2
" I'm now a free man! Another round on me," Shouted Arrunet.
The cantina roared with cheers and laughter. I finally got the old man out of my hair, He thought as he smirked and looked over at his brother and sister across the table. "What's with you guys? We don't have a Darth hunting us down anymore. He was never really our father; I mean he was our biological, but he never loved us nor cared for us," he said as he finished his sixth shot of Corellian whiskey.
"I know why you are happy Arrunet," Surn paused and sipped on his gorksin ale,"but I don't think we should celebrate his death."
Alfirin brooded over her Ale, keeping a watchful eye over the rowdy cantina. "I'd like to celebrate with you, but I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right," she added, "Besides, even if he was a terrible person, he's still our father. Celebrating his death just doesn't sit well with me."
"You guys are no fun, I don't know why I bring you al
Robot Chicken of the Old Republic 2
Serea walks into Slippery Slopes cantina on Nar Shadaa.
Serea: Hey, bar tender, get me some Tarisian Ale!!
Bar Tender: Here you go, my Lord.
Serea: *SIGHS* How many ways can I tell people to call me miss or Serea when I'm in a cantina?
Bar patron: Try not bringing your lightsabre next time....
Serea: *turns to look* Dunamis! What the heck are you doing here?
Dunamis: -__- Having a drink... What else would I be doing?
Serea: *looks at his beverage* Cola?
Dunamis: Yes, because unlike some of us, I don't believe in making a fool out of myself via getting intoxicated.
Serea: *takes her drink* Yeah, right. I bet you don't drink cause it only takes one drop of a mere cocktail or margarita to drink you under the table!
Dunamis: *glares at her*Not true, I can hold my liquor. I just choose not to.
Serea: Heh, I'll believe that when I see it!
Dunamis: *finishes cola* Is that a challenge?
Serea: *looks him in the eye* What if it is?!
Dunamis: Bar tender, get me two Tarisian Ales!!!
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Evil or kind?Negativity makes me smile
My poses and laughter
Suit the best villains
But I care so much about my friends
About their emotions and well being
And I always cheer them up
Am I evil?
Am I kind?
Maybe a little bit of both...
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
death of a sweet sixteeni found my house on
the market the
other day -
- it was 2011 again,
but the sun had set
on my nights of terror
nose to the barstool and
two black eyes, a dish
towel caught in my throat.
i keep trying to find
pieces of myself that
no longer exist - a dead dog,
baby blue walls, whispered
it sold for six figures,
and i can only wish
that i could sell my pain
for that much, but no
one would be willing to buy
it, as i am it's sole host,
the only one who
one of these days i will
drive by that sad eyed
grey house before we are
gone for good, and i will set
up with my camera, snapping
photos of my whitewashed hurt.
and if i linger too long,
so be it, as i've spent so
many nights ruined,
scraped away like the stars
once stuck on my
the bank may own my house,
but it will never own my heart.
A Cup of TeaCome on in and
Take a seat,
Sit with me a while
What you are and
Where you're from
Have a cup of tea,
Stay a while
To learn about you,
To know you
Your pain and
I will listen
Reveal to me
Your origin and
I will accept you
For you are me
You are my demon,
A part of myself,
I will never reject you
Care for a second cup?
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
How To Not Break Your HeartHow to
not break your heart
Make sure to quickly
let go of hands
that refuse to hold you
and pretend it was
just a simple accident
(And, oh god, please,
please don't open
Admit that things
can't be perfect
when you can't convince
yourself to believe
that it was worth
the days you stayed
up until 5 AM
play your cards right and
don't love anything with a pulse-
They'll make you crumble
like a house of cards
Fall for the ones who fell
like shooting stars and
left imprints in the concrete
when their times were up
Fall for the ones you
can never touch whether
they are black-and-white,
colored, or just in another
Sculpt them to suit your needs
Fall for figments of your imagination, too
because they'll move their pieces
according to you and only you
and always you
always make sure to
love things that aren't alive
They'll never betray you
Call of the Seabound Coasts
Call of the Seabound Coasts to Emily of New Moon Theme
The waves crash against the rocks
The sea moves with the tide
The white sand meets red cliffs
This is my home
My heart is in the sea
My eyes search for the rolling hills
My skin longs for the salty sea air
My lungs wish to take in the air of the harbour
As I look to the East
My heart calls for home
When I see red in the morning
I heed the sailor's warning
When I swim in the pool
I am at home in the water
When I see fish when I shop
I remember how fresh they used to taste
I miss the harbour and sea bound coast of Halifax
I yearn for the Sand Dunes of Cavendish and Stanhope
I am drawn to the dark and dreary mountains of Nova Scotia
I long for the red cliffs of Prince Edward Island
When can I come to you again?
When can I see you again?
Will you heave a sigh and wish for me, Nova Scotia
I will return to you again, my Island
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSION
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
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