Ticking Torture I'm alone.Ticking Torture1 year ago in General Fiction
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Surrounded by fake smiles, cruel hearts, deceitful lies, mocking hatred. I'm trapped and alone like a mouse. No one to seek comfort. No one to hold my hand. I'm truly, utterly alone.
Now, all I see and encounter are fakes, hoping to destroy and shatter the things in their path. Both sides tug my arms, wanting me to pick sides. They rip me apart, tearing me from my sanity that's slowly crumbling like soft soil. Yes. A listener I shall be. A judge I shall not. I can only listen and leave, not intending to be engulfed in such sheer pleasure of deception and emotional malice.
As I set my foot into the world, all my eyes can see are pain, suffering, and death. I can only gulp in fear and distress. I can only move my legs faster, hoping and wishing to be in my solitude where no one can ever break what's left of me.
A smile. A laugh. A mere giggle that shows joy and whatnot. Those are all mask
You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore I'll be the bad guy,You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore2 years ago in Romance
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I'll take the black eye,
When I walk out,
You can slam the door,
I'll be the S.O.B,
If that's what you need from me,
So you don't have to love me anymore.
"You're being a wimp right now, White."
"Shut your trap up, Black. I know what I'm doing."
"No you don't. You're rushing into things like you always do."
"No I'm not. I have perfectly and thoroughly thought this through."
"Oh yeah? Have you told your mom yet?"
"Didn't think so,"
"Well at least I care enough to go looking for him!" The brunette screamed, shoving clothes into her backpack, clearly not thinking straight. "You kept information about his whereabouts from me when you knew I was looking for him. We need his help to save Unova. Why can't you just accept that fact?"
"We don't need his help, that's why." The brunet replied coldly, glaring down at White. "You just want him back to save the world because you think he has some good in him. He may not be the bad
There Was Nothing They Could DoI only remember it as a faded memory;There Was Nothing They Could Do2 years ago in Horror
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The body of Mommy lying before me,
Sprawled out on the floor, lifeless...
And there was nothing I could do to fight this.
Her murderers laughed and cackled,
As they removed her rusty shackles.
They snorted and said, "How poor...
Well, at least she can't fight back anymore."
I hid scared in the darkness,
Overwhelmed with grief and sadness...
Mommy wouldn't come back,
And nothing I did could change that.
I slowly walked over to her body,
Her cadaver mangled and shoddy
And I cried: "Weep, Weep,
Mommy will forever stay asleep."
So I decided in her honor;
I'd strive for power and get stronger,
And hunt her pursuers,
Those filthy, merciless killers.
I trained, I fought;
And as the stronger I got,
My blood boiled in rage;
As the hatred grew and aged.
But never did I know
When I set foot to go,
That revenge would taste so sweet,
When I watched their fall, their defeat.
And finally exterminate.
I smiled as their blood spilled,
I saw thei