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Juuni Lee (OC Profile)Juuni LeeJuuni Lee (OC Profile)6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Birthday: November 08, 2055
Height: 176 cm (5'8)
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Royal Blue
Eyes: Ruby Red
Rank: Architect
Weapon: Kusarigama
Clocker Codename: Juuni
Mangaography - Prodigy: Main Character - Clockers: Supporting Role
Biography
Clocker Codename: Juuni was born Rubi Lee in a rural farming town east of New York. Parents were rumored to have been murdered by the Chinese Triad. Became a ward of the state at age 8 and a year later, was removed from foster care because of serious physical abuse. At 15 sentenced to 2 years at a juvenile correctional facility for assault, on an orphanage orderly. She was placed in maximum se
Challenge 2 Script - Paradise SyndromePage 1Challenge 2 Script - Paradise Syndrome5 months ago in Drama More Like This
Panel 1
Remains of a stronghold and rubble are abundant. The figure of Gerome lies on the ground, his back to the heavens, arms and legs outstretched, with his broadsword in his hand. His body is bruised and battered. Half his face is pressed against the earth. There is a defeated look in his eyes. He is panting heavily.
INTERNAL MONOLOGUE
I am weak. Always have been.
Panel 2
Gerome tries to push off the ground. He grunts from the exertion.
INTERNAL MONOLOGUE
And even so...
Panel 3
Gerome's quivering arm raises his sword into the air.
Panel 4
It plunges into the ground with a mighty thud.
Panel 5
Using the sword, Gerome manages to come to his knees. Panting and breathing hard, he stares at the ground with a defeated look in his eyes.
INTERNAL MONOLOGUE
I thought I could save her...
Page 2
Panel 1
Gerome manages to stand up; he's still shakey on his feet
INTERNAL MONOLOGUE
And change her destiny...
Panel 2
Gerome breathing hard.
Panel 3
Gerome hears something, and he starts at th
The World of Words and WhispersThe World of Words and Whispers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Literature.
Words of Whispers.
I write my feelings down upon these papers.
Strong magic each indentation my pen makes,
Binds with the folds of the papers.
The words sewed into them are more powerful.
They grow with every page I turn.
With every line I fill and take.
Literature.
Words of Whispers.
It is the only way I can say how I feel.
Words are strong.
I don't need my fists to win a fight.
I bind my words and know I am always right.
My words written on paper are my weapons.
My life stories.
My personality seen through my characters.
They dance across these pages.
They tell lies.
They tell truths.
Nevertheless, they
I am weakI am weak becauseI am weak4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't swim,
I can't fly.
I can't speak.
Because I am afraid of the
outside world.
I am weak because
I cry,
I let my emotions in my way,
I don't stand up,
I just die.
I am weak because,
when I was called a
dumb birthday slut,
I just cried.
Because when I was bullied,
I just kept silent.
When I was thought of
having a disease,
suicide was my only thought.
But at the end I realised
that I am not weak,
I am strong.
I was strong enough to
not commit suicide,
to blossom from my cuts,
to speak for my own.
Because I was strong enough
to realise that no matter
what,
I will always be weak.
PandoraMichaelis
Those Summer NightsSlowly driftingThose Summer Nights4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
becoming nothing
falling apart
wishing, we were hoping.
But the seasons changed
and the month got cold
December hearts weakened
we were left alone.
Our frost-bitten hearts
shriveled up and gone
love; nothing but a thought
a dream that once was.
Does it even exist?
I shudder at the thought
that what we had was real
and what I have just lost.
Summer turns to fall
and things just start to die
the leaves falling off the trees
and broken hearts just asking why.
The love that once was blooming
like a spring flower in a field
now withers away to nothing
not sure of what was real.
The last leaf falls off the tree
there's nothing
What We HadWhat We Had7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
Yes.
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
Relationship.
We only ever kissed and said
Sweet things.
A whole year of just
Kissing.
And
Talking.
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
Like that
Anymore.
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But
What is wrong with me?I'm a monsterWhat is wrong with me?9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away
I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
with Pluto
while he was
still a planet;
but
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
[Ib] Garry's Theme - I'm Fighting For YouNow that you've found me,[Ib] Garry's Theme - I'm Fighting For You1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My whole world is brighter Now that you've touched me
My steps are much lighter
All of this world could decide
To fall inward
And you would still linger
Something has brought us together
Unspoken
Feigning reality, friendship, and wisdom
I will defend you
I'll keep you beside me
That's how I'll repay all the kindness you've shown
Now that you've found me
I've stumbled through fire
Now that you've touched me
I've bloomed like a flower
Now that you're with me
I no longer cower in silence, hiding
I'm fighting for you
I'm fighting for you
My version with vocals is here: http://www.youtube
China X Reader ~ Lost LoveChina X Reader ~ Lost Love8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
China X Reader
Lost Love
WARNING: INCLUDES SAD SCENES WHICH YOU MAY NEED TO GRAB A TISSUE FOR AND BAD LANGUAGE/OFFENSE AND HUMOR FROM MOCK THE WEEK 'UNLIKELY LETTERS FOR AN AGONY AUNT TO RECIEVE' APPEARING IN TIME SKIP, NEW TOPIC AND INTRO.
~*~*~*~ Intro. 'I want to trace my father, could you suggest a good marker pen?'
As you strolled silently through the beautiful and colourful Chinese gardens, you could smell the earth from the tip of your nose. Wang Yao's garden was beautifully decorated than any other countries garden you had visited. You had visited America's with a fountain, Francis with his over dose of roses, Russia with his brig
No Ball in the HallNo Ball in the Hall7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Jack, I said no ball in the hall."
Reminded Jinny with her call
-"But what is it about my ball
that I can’t play with it in the hall?"
Jinny glared at the little clown
"It will turn the hall upside down."
-“Turn upside down? That's a neat trick!
How do you do that? With a kick?"
-"You kick that ball and I'll pull your ear
You can play outside, but never here."
Jinny walked away and left Jack aware
about the ball in the hall, it was no dare.
Jack quickly ran the hall to play outside
but running made his shoelaces untie
He tripped and the ball flew off his hands
It knocked four vases and two table stands
And right after the
[[FEELINGS WITHIN ME AND YOU]][[FEELINGS WITHIN ME AND YOU]]1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Rage is a flame
Sleeping and untamed
A beast in chains
Waiting for a chance To howl trough my head like a train
Creates an endless war in me
Irresistible even if I flee
Revenge is a rain
Made of blood and hate
And you will realize this only when it is late
Follows you in a dark and lone lane
Flows through you and you'll never be the same
Sorrow is a name
Name of the misery created by those who are to blame
A bullet for dreams and days
A black crow which never flies away
Shame is a game
A game won or lost the same
A feeling which never lets you fly
No matter how much you try
Stress is like a formal dress
We must wear it al
TheStrangeOneTheStrangeOne7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Strange One
I appearance differently now
My nickname still
The Strange
but now its new
they all whisper
The Strange One
I've change quite a lot
Everyone doesn't pay attention
to me
mostly i appear randomly
like a ghost
Hiding in the crowd
just walking
through my own path
to the darkness
where I hide
in my spare time
Kinda like a vampire
almost vladmiri Tod
Always in dark clothing
being a vampire
and hiding away in the dark
Call the Goth boy
or vampire kid
I look at them
stare at them cold
Telling them to back off
I walk off
being the strange one
which people whisper
to each other
I'm not
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Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 9Kappale 9Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 94 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nastien saapuminen kartanoon oli saanut paikan enemmän tai vähemmän sekaisin. Joka puolella hääräsi miehen palvelijoita, joita oli ainakin kymmenen Desmorin laskujen mukaan. Vaikka hänen olisi hovimestarina pitänyt pitää kirjaa ketä talossa kulki, hän totesi sen mahdottomaksi. Aivan kuin Nastin alaisia sikisi jossain hämärässä nurkkakomerossa koko ajan lisää.
Vaikka koko muu kartano valmistautui henkisesti häihin, Desmorin mieltä vaivasi synkkä pilvi. Hän täytti kaikki velvollisuutensa hovimestarina parhaimpansa mukaan, mutta hänen sydämensä ei ollut mukana. Hän pystyi enää harvoin näkemään Katarithia kahden. Nast tuntui aina olevan lähettyvillä, kuin varjo. Ison miehen kasvoilla oli aina mielistelevä kylmä hymy tämän katsellessa Katarithia. Mutta katsoessaan Desmoria ilme muuttui jäi
Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 8Kappale 8Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 85 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Desmor oli kulkenut pitkän tien elämässään, huolimatta nuoresta iästään. Vastoinkäymisiä oli ollut useita, toiset pienempiä, toiset isompia. Hän oli tottunut vastoinkäymisiin, muttei ollut koskaan antanut niiden lannistaa häntä. Hän tiesi, että kulman takana jossain odotti aina uusi päivä, uusi mahdollisuus johonkin parempaan.
Sinä päivänä kun hän oli kuullut Hawthornen kartanon etsivän hovimestaria, hän oli tarttunut tilaisuuteen kuin koira lihapalaan. Kirjaimellisesti.
Seistessään kuuman auringonpaisteen alla, tähyillen kartanon ulko-oville johtavaa polkua ja leyhytellen kädellä kasvojaan aina välillä, hän ei voinut olla miettimättä miten oli siihen päätynyt. Hänen pitkään jatkunut vaellus jonkin paremman perässä oli ollut raastavaa. Hän oli tehnyt niit
Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 7Kappale 7Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 75 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Muutamaa päivää myöhemmin Katarith oli päässyt yli alakuloisuudestaan. Hän antoi Noran pukea hänet yhteen hänen kalliimmista mekoista. Hänen hiuksensa kammattiin kireälle nutturalle ja siihen kiinnitettiin muutama koriste. Hän tutkaili hetken itseään peilistä, nyökkäsi ja jätti huoneensa pystypäin.
”Nora,” hän sanoi hovineidolleen joka kulki hänen jäljessään, ”käy sanomassa Desmorille että nautin teeni tänään lähteellä.”
Nora nyökkäsi. Katarith jatkoi kulkuaan ulos kartanon ovista. Hän suuntasi kohti rakennuksen takapihaa. Sinne pääsi pensaitten lomassa kulkevaa kapeaa polkua pitkin. Kukkien tuoksu täytti aamuilman.
Polku yhdistyi hetkeä myöhemmin leveämpään polkuun joka vei talleille. Siellä hän törmäsi Angeliaan.
Nain
Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 6Kappale 6Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 66 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Padat porisivat hiljaisella tulella saaden Ililynin mahan kurisemaan. Liemessä uiskenteli isoja porsaanpaloja ja hän pystyi näkemään miten mureaa liha oli. Paremman puutteessa hän päätti turvautui pöydälle leikattuihin porkkanaviipaleisiin.
”Näpit irti”, Desmor napautti varkaan kädet irti porkkanoista puisella kauhalla. Ililyn tuhahti ja vetäytyi takaisin istumaan korkean penkin päälle jonka oli raahannut lähemmäs pataa.
”Anna edes jotain, minulla on nälkä”, nainen nurisi mutta Desmor ei ottanut valitusta kuuleviin korviinsa. Hän hämmensi pataa hieman ja jätti sen sitten omaan rauhaansa.
Mies oli ottanut ohjakset keittiössä sen jälkeen kun edellinen kokki oli erotettu. Ei sillä että hänellä olisi ollut aikaa moiseen, hänellä oli tusina muuta asiaa hoidettavanaan.
Ililyn koetti vielä hetken saada
Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 3Kappale 3Lady Hawthornen tarina osa 36 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kynttilät lepattivat pöydällä hiljaisuuden vallitessa. Katarith kohotti viinilasin huulilleen samalla kun katsoi vierastaan. Desmor söi sanomatta sanaakaan.
“No, mitä pidät ruuasta?”
Desmor laski haarukan ja veitsen lautasensa viereen.
“Haluatko rehellisen vastauksen, arvon lady?”
Katarith nyökkäsi. Desmorin kasvoille levisi pienoinen hymynkare.
“Sanalla sanottuna tama on mautonta, eikä liha edes ole tarpeeksi kypsää.”
“Niinkö?” Katarith käänsi katseensa lautaseensa, “en mina nää siinä mitään vikaa.”
“No et varmastikkaan jos olet tottunut tällaiseen”, Desmor puisti päätään, “minäkin osaisin tehdä tämän paremmin.”
“Osaatko sinä sitten tehdä ruokaa?”
“Kyllä, arvon lady”
Katarith naputteli sormiaan pöydänp
Sta.sh
