Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brother, I am finished.
I will fight no more forever.
I'm wearied so of war; of watching
Bright lives coldly severed
We turned our backs; I walked away
In anger from my brother.
But walking 'round the world just brought us
Back to face each other.
In you I see the opposite
Of everything in me.
Bound in that opposition,
We've never yet been free.
There's no hope of forgiveness
For all we've said and done.
But understanding might make space
For love where there was none.
So I come to you, my brother:
My Other Self, my Friend
The mirrored image I must face
At every cycle's end
I come to you in hope
That if we join our souls together,
Unite our mirrored dreams and pains,
We could end this War forever.
I must be strong for others;
But you know me through and through.
There's no one else to help me now.
I need you, oh I need you!
I'll open to you my utmost self.
(Please help me not to be afraid!)
I'll hold back nothing not even sham
Sunrise Curse Ch. 1--ChickenTFSunrise CurseTF StorySunrise Curse Ch. 1--ChickenTF6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was a sound nearby, Cid thought. It seemed like it at least. Buzzing, repetitive beeping, or something of the sort. He had heard it before, but he couldnt remember where or why. Suddenly a few shakes on his bed woke him up, forcing him to get out of bed.
He was asleep, and the noise was his alarm clock. Cid had never been good about waking up on time, and he wasnt about to change anytime soon. Of course, he needed to if he ever wanted to go somewhere in life. He had a semi-lame job, he believed. Who really wants to work at McDonalds anyway? And in the mornings, on a Monday? Surely nobody wanted to work then. Yet he had the luck enough to apply and get the unfortunate positions. At least it paid.
He checked the time, 7:30. His alarm clock had only just gone off. Then who woke Cid up? He looked over to the right, seeing his roommate Kenneth staring at him with arms folded. Kenneth was the luckier of the two, he had the night s
TF2 - Beginnings in the DarkA thick, rasped, breathy snarl, hissed out. "N-Neiiiin."TF2 - Beginnings in the Dark4 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Ah, ah, in English. Let me understand you." He held the hips of the once human above him, keeping him still and hoping the request didn't earned him a torn apart throat and chest cavity.
" . . . . . .Nevahhhhgh. . . . . .Not you. . . .Sssp . . . ."
He was considered unusual at best, a man dedicated to keeping his face hidden and identity, even to his teammates, only known as Spy.
Until he met the forgotten man.
Once upon a story, a decade or so ago, the RED Team was complete, all nine needed members, the team wholly complete, a perfect set of killers and capturers prepared to do their job, their base at the famous 2Fort, their home.
The Medic of the team was a bright-eyed young man, fresh to the team and full of life and hope, aiding those who needed him without complaint. He was a doctor after all, and a damn good one.
But he worked for RED, and it corrupted him, to an extent.