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Chapter 1 of Forbidden The crescent moon was my only light as I traveled swiftly, and soundlessly through the forest without being detected by my prey. The poor white horned ram was no match for my speed and agility, and I drained it quickly. I disgaurded of the corpse leaving no trace of its existence. A cool North breeze felt good against my skin, and I smelled a scent that was unfamiliar, but very sweet and velvety at the same time. I couldn't control myself, in a so I took off with such speed the mortal eye would see only a blur. I ran quickly through the forest with much determination to find this sweet smelling creature, and drink it dry. I reach a clearing surrounded by trees, and see nothing. "but my senses never fail me" I think to myself. Then a creature barrels through a group of pine trees on the West side of the meadow. The thing was covered in fur from head to toe, but it stood on two legs and stood over my mere 5 ft. 5 in. by at least six or seven inches. Being a brave and noble warrior of t
Pro log / Brief HistoryPro log/Brief History
Many Millenia ago, started the horrid feud brought on by the enslaving of werewolves by the vampire, enraged packs all across south eastern Europe, so the wolves formed alliances with enemy packs, and declared war on the vampires. The date of the brutal, first and final battle between the two colliding forces, was set on a full mooned night Where man would transform into wolf, and the vampire race was at their strongest. The war was won by the Vampires, and the Wolves went into hiding, and to this day only the most noble and worthy of vampire clans know where the packs are. The vampire race now rules the area and thrive among prey with greed, for there are no other predators brave enough to try to take a vampires meal. The vampire and werewolf despise each other to this very day, that is until the vampire lords daughter follows dinner into the forest, and the routine that had been build up and finalized for many millenia now is ruined.....
TO BE CONTI
Isn't this just peachy???!!!!This is how it's SUPPOSE to be going-
We hang out all summer, he starts liking me too, he goes to stay with his dad in the city for ONLY a week, comes back, we start dating, we continue to constantly hang out, summer is ending, school starts, we go to homecoming and live happily ever after.
This is how it IS going-
We hang out for 2 days, I don't know if he likes me because he says he doesn't but may be lying, He goes to his dads and is SUPPOSE to come back in one week but plans change and he's staying ALL SUMMER, i get a few new friends we have been hanging out all day everyday, i met a long lost friend from bus ten when i was in forth grade, he tells me he likes me, i start liking him, i like two guys one more than the other, but one isnt here, I freak out because of utter stress and too many headaches, i might not be going to homecoming AT ALL, and end up as a lonely cat lady, and die alone and i dont even care
This is what I'm thinking right now-
well isn't this just awsome?! NO IT
InvisibleYou walked right through me and went on with your life. Everyone does, so don't feel bad.
It feels as if I'm invisible because they know I'm there but they don't confront me.
It feels as if I'm invisible because they know I'm there but they don't talk to me
It feels as if I'm invisible because they know I'm there but they don't look at me.
It feels as if I'm invisible because he knows I'm there but he doesn't ever notice me....
Just another person in the world. No one special, just plain ole' me.
Serina's Biography (updated) I have loved the beach ever since I can remember. I can recall my mother comparing me to a fish because I still today, go to the beach everyday afterschool until dark. The island of Lana'i is small and peacful a peacfull part of Hawaii, besides the tourism, but they don't bother me. I have lived here my entire life, and I don't plan on living here for the rest of my life.
As for my parents, well they are nice, but also very strict, and overprotective. After all I am their only child. Even though this island is beautiful I really want to move to mainland, but still near the water. I am 17, and because I will be 18 in a few months I thought I better start planning. I like plannin things, and being organized. I want to go to collage and study to work with marine animals. I love animals, and because I love being around the water I figured that this job feild would best suit me.
I call myself original because I am. I like standig out, and being the one and only me. My natural hair co
In the ShadowsThe girl in the shadows smiles a cracked lipped smile.
The girl in the shadows tries to block out the pain.
The girl in the shadows wants to be ok, and free of doubt.
The girl in the shadows is afraid of bad outcomes.
The girl in the shadows has scars from so many shed tears.
The girl in the shadows waits for the day when she will be free.
The girl in the shadows longs for the night when she will be alone.
The girl in the shadows wishes for a better life.
The girl in the shadows regrets ever making any mistakes.
The girl in the shadows feels your pain.
The girl in the shadows wants this distant feeling to go away.
The girl in the shadows wishes for you to be here.
The girl that hides from love has found you.
Living a Horror StoryI thought I did it right this time.
I thought I built up my walls strong enough.
But I was wrong, and everything is falling down.
I have built up a great strength, but its gone.
I am weak, confused, and I feel so broken.
I don't know if I'll be lonely again.
I don't want to be lonely again.
I have built up my barrier so strong, how can this be?
Why does this visious cycle have to revolve around me?
Why am I not being told everything thats being said?
I'm lost in the dark, and I want eveything to be light.
This feeling I havnt felt in awhile, but it haunts me once again.
The feeling of being left over and over again.
When I look back now I relize its me who isn't doing things right.
I'm ruining everything because I'm me.
Life is so unfair, I thought I did this one right...
StupidityStupidity is a curse.
This curse has taken effect.
Stupid things were said.
Stupid things were fantasized.
Stupid things almost ruined everything.
If you look uo stupid in the dictionary.
There would be a picture of me.
I am the stupid idiot who is cursed.
Stupidity is so stupid.
I hate stupidity.
I need to learn to turn my thoughts off.
They need to be taken away.
Even though I really liked the thought.
It still caused tension, and I dont like it.
Stupid, is Stupid.
Second ChanceSomtimes life gives you second chance, but somtimes that second has a catch.
Even though your gratfull for that second chance, and care for that second chance, you always remember the catch that makes the second chance next to impossible to live.
Life gives you task that you feel the need to complete in order to surive peacfully over the course of the next few years. That task is to keep the second chance safe and unharmed. The second chance gives you a peace of mind. Your not sad, or mad, or depressed. Your happy for the first time in a long time, and you feel like you can fly. Your on top of the world, and everything is perfect for once in in your pathetic life.
The tears are wiped away with the thought of the future you might get to have one day. The pain has faded away because of that second chance.
The second chance is very important to you in so many ways. Theres to many ways to count on your fingers, and toes.
That second chance I would have never drempt of finding, but life gav
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poem. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shop like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every clichés like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic be
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, or
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
Avoidant Personality DisorderI've never gotten to explain this to anyone before, since every time I try, I break into some sort of sobbing fit. If my explanation sounds a little funky, that may be why.
Yeah. So, I have APD, or Avoidant Personality Disorder.
To summarize, it's a disorder that makes people want to avoid social contact and criticism by all means.
Unfortunately, that includes me.
I didn't know about the disorder until I browsed through psychological disorders for writing purposes, and happened to find it. I matched every single symptom.
Every last one, period. And I believe, wholeheartedly, that I have it.
This isn't your WebMD diagnosis, not when you feel so badly.
It's a really difficult feeling to describe.
Whenever you so much as try to make conversation with any person, you feel like chopping your head off. In my case, you're afraid to say hello. Or goodbye, or thank you, or I love you, or things that people should be able to say without stopping to think.
You feel unworthy o
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
My alter-egosYou see, I have these beings in my head I call alter-egos. They're parts of me that appear whenever I need them. They represent me, they come from the deepest side of my soul. It might seem crazy, but that's the best way I can describe them. They're very different from my other OCs (Vince, Renka, Alice, ete); they're very special to me. Sorry, I'm not good at explaining things myself...
Keiko: can I? Can I explain it? Pleeeeaseee?
Okay, go ahead.
Keiko: okay, we are special beings that live inside Sandra's mind. We were formed of her subconscious, so that makes us different of her other OCs she created herself. We're here to protect her, to make her feel better when she has her episodes of depression. Recently, she decided to make us public because we told her it was a good idea.
Now we will show a list of all the alter-egos Sandra has:
-Abyss (Gloomy Apocalypse): Demon
-Angel (Pulsar Majoris): Male version of Sandra
-Astrid (Star Lollipop): Birdwing
-Dana (Harmonic Holic): Human with
anyway.there are things i know too well about you, and most of them break my heart just remembering them. i knew the look in your eyes right before you would cry, or how it would snap and change from a look of swelling tides to unfiltered rage, aimed directly at me. cause i was the closest thing that you could bruise or throw your words at that wasn't a wall, or yourself. it wasn't damaging you, and as far i was concerned, that was worth a few flourishes or a swollen eye.
the alternative just wasn't worth mentioning or comparing.
there was something not right in your head, maybe the vodka or whatever you drink dissolved a synapses or two, because the notion of cause and effect didn't seem to make any sense, and empathy was just completely lost on you. i did love you, the best i knew how to, the best i could with the cards you gave me. i don't know if you returned those feelings when you were sober and weren't forced to be honest. drunken words are apparently the truths we can't admit when we'
Magic HourMagic Hour
by Kit the Wolfy
I always keep a cool and sunny place in my heart.
A place where the sky glows with the rich blue and pink and yellow of dusk and dawn, and everything is in picture-perfect clarity.
It's my own private magic hour.
And in this magic hour where everything is clear and bright, I take some time every day to reflect.
Reflect on the people I love.
Even if it's hard to continue, and even if I have scars,
My magic hour always heals the pain.
So, every day, I take a little time to retreat into my heart, into my magic hour.
And in that magic hour, I sit down in the grass, lie back, stare up at the shining sky...
And I think about how grateful I am that I have the people I love.
EmotionalA lot of people say that emotions is what makes us human because it's healthy for us to stay happy, joyful, and to always smile. But, what if the table was turn? In fact, is it turned already? Because some people can't feel that way.
What if instead they felt the opposite? What if they felt sad, pessimistic, and always cried tears every day in their lives? Some of them can't help, but feel like that. They feel like they're hopeless, mistakes, imperfect, or not good enough, anxious, depressed, bipolar, tearful, broken, and never going to be the person they dream of being.
So the real question is: Is being any other emotion besides happiness make us human?
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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