I want to play a game.
"...I woke up...my head hurt....where was I?...Did I fall asleep...I cant move......." *I looked down to see myself chained to a chair unable to move*
WHAT WHAT IS THIS!
"I panicked! My heart beat fast, My breathing speed up! What was this! What has happened to me!"
HELP! SOME ONE! ANYONE! "I screamed...that all I could do...I knew that if even one person heard me..then I was saved"
"While I was freaking out, I looked around the room. I looked like a normal Class room like at my school. Why was I in a Class room? Heck why was I chained to a chair"
SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP!
*A tv in the corner of the room that I seemed to have not noticed, turned on*
"Out of fear I quickly looked at it"
*A doll appeared on the screen, It slowly turned its head toward me, as if it was actually looking right at me"
.....Hello....I want to play a game....Your whole life...you've said you've suffered and lost....Now....you will know..true suffering...
"Sweat ran down my cheek, The air seemed thick, I couldn't b
Sweeney Todd: RegretSweeney Todd:Sweeney Todd: Regret4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His dark eyes search my face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in slight confusion, "What?" He asks, as if he hadn't heard my confession.
"I love you." The words tumble from my mouth as naturally as breathing, "I love you, Sweeney Todd, I always have..." My eyes drift to the bloody lump on the chair, "...no matter what."
His abyss like eyes stare intently at my face as if he's trying to find an answer in it. My heart pounds in my ears and every fiber of my being screamed to look away from his eyes but I couldn't. I'm his moth to his flame, no matter the situation I cannot ignore the burning passion that rips apart my heart.
Those sharp lips of his pull down into a frown, elongating his already narrow face, he lift his hand towards me. As it rises I refuse to look at the killer that rests in his palm.
Slowly he raises his hand closer to my face as I brace myself for the cool feel of his blade on my throat. This wouldn't be the first time he's almost killed me,
I Love The Way You . . .I love the way you're always singing. Sometimes into my ear.I Love The Way You . . .4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way you laugh at the dumb things I say. Even when they don't make sense.
I love the way you dress me up. I'm your Goth Barbie doll.
I love the way your smile lights up your whole face. It make me so happy.
I love the way you draw me. Even if I'm not as pretty as the drawing.
I love the way you know every song. You're a human IPod.
I love the way you make morbid jokes.
I love that you think my "trying to be goth but my mom won't let me" style is cute.
I love that you love that I'm wrapped around your finger.
I love that your nickname is Satan.
I love that you'll sit through anime with me.
I love that you put up with my random romantic moments.
I love that you are almost the exact human depiction of Sebastian and I am Grell.
I love how you're always on my side.
I love how we are silent and have a whole conversation.
I love how you own every MCR shirt under the sun.
I love how you let me draw pictures of you.
I love y
S.T.A.B. M.E. TEASER CHAPTERS.T.A.B. M.E. TEASER CHAPTER4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Late one evening, a man sat in his office at a desk absently signing some paperwork. The small lamp next to him provided just enough light for him to see what he was signing. He was forfeiting his ownership of a building that was left to him in his father's will. His father's words in the will instructed that he should continue running the establishment as a boarding school, but the man grew up there under his father's strict rules. He did not want a part of it. He hated the place and he hated the memories. He tried selling the old school, but nobody wanted to buy it. It was too large for a house, but too small for a hotel. The man had spent a good year and a half trying to find a Real Estate agent that was actually helpful, but had no luck. So, as a last resort, he was just going to abandon the building.
The man loosened the collar of his crinkled, white shirt as he continued reading the will. He never really noticed how messy his father's handwriting was until now. Most children grow
cross academy ceremonycross academy ceremony3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sun was about to set as the Night Class emerged from their dorms.
Kiyomi led the Night Class to the front of the school building as the school guardians, Sakura and Clare, kept several Day Class students under control. When the Night class reached to where they would be spending the next few hours, they split up and each went to a different table.
Kiyomi walked over to an empty table closest to the front of the school. Right behind walked Hiroki Kou. They sat down at the table and waited for the Day Class to flood in.
" I hope it doesn't get too bad," Kiyomi said.
Hiroki nodded his head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Theo Valentine leaning on a wall.
"What are you looking at," Theo grunted.
"Do you really wanna start this now!" Hiroki nearly shouted.
"Break it up!" Kiyomi said now standing between the two boys. "Not in front of the Day Class. We don't want questions referring to this."
Light Yagami would......Light would....Light Yagami would......4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be the god of a new world
Destroy anything or anyone
Who come in his way
With his death note
Never reveal he is Kira
To L or anyone else
Never love Misa
Only use her
Never stop giving Ryuk apples(maybe)
Never stop being an evil genius
The Man with the Sad EyesOnce upon a time in a land not-so-far away there lived a man with sad eyes. He was handsome, kind, and brave. He wasn’t rich, but he had everything he needed. He wasn’t famous, per se, but he had a good job where he protected people. The only thing he wanted but didn’t have was someone to love.The Man with the Sad Eyes2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then one morning, in the most unexpected of ways, a ray of Sunshine appeared.
After that, everything seemed to be brighter. It was a gradual change, yes, and there were many times where things seemed to get darker instead of lighter, but nonetheless it was a change for the better- he would much rather face a thousand dark days with his beloved than a single day of brilliance alone.
Yes, he was sentimental, but that was okay. His Sunshine didn’t mind.
He didn't understand why Sunshine chose him, and he didn't think he ever would. That was okay, too. He didn’t have to understand. He simply embraced every moment they shared together, and one day he realised that
That something in the Dark I see something in the darkThat something in the Dark4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It's something that can mark
A large symbol on your eye
And he always goes: "My, my"
Wait, he's coming close
I'll give him a rose
No, he's a man....