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I am the one who hides behind your smile.
I am the monster you tell children to fear.
I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.
I am the forgotten.
I am the one you will always fear.
I am the misunderstood.
Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .
I am dangerous.
I am alone.
I am eternal.
I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.
I am the thinker and doer all in one.
I am the past, present, and future.
I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .
But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.
Claim you for the reaper, and welcome you to the embrace of death.
I am the one to take your soul.
And then you too shall be forgotten, like me. . .
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It was cold. So cold in fact that one could see one's breath puff up into the air with every inhale and exhale. But it wasn't the time of year that caused this bitter cold. Oh no, it couldn't be blamed on something as simple as the weather.
No. It was the constant presence of the Dementors that made Azkaban one of the coldest places on the face of the earth. But it wasn't the natural cold that merely made your nose red and your skin freeze; it was the kind of cold that entered the heart and sucked everything inch of warmth from the soul. It was Hell.
Most people have the very wrong perception that Hell is a place where you burn- all fire and brimstone and a little cloven hoofed devil poking you with a pitchfork in your rear at random intervals for the rest of eternity- but this is a lie. Hell is far crueler than that and all the prisoners of Azkaban knew this, for they lived in the wretched place.
Hell is cold. Hell is the place where you relive yo
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Captain Hook: Redemption
Sally McCoy had been a serving maid in the Gray household for almost 10 years, and in her time there she had seen and heard plenty of strange things. But as she left Wendy Darling in the parlor to fetch her Mistress, the maid had to say that this newest turn of events took the number one spot for absurd happenings. The whole situation was absolutely preposterous!
The young Miss Darling couldn't be right; surely she must have been mistaken. . . She had to be. Alexandra Mercedes Gray had never in her life cared for anyone but herself, and now she was 'supposedly' taking on a student, and a young and pretty one at that?
No. Sally decided that the girl was confused, or knowing her luck, this Miss Darling might even be a little barmy! Or perhaps she had merely told the coachman the wrong address? That was it! She must have had the wrong address!
With this happy idea in mind Sally turned to go back into the parlor and tell the young woman
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He falls . . . Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.
He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.
For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?
He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.
The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .
He was a God.
. . . .
Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are nothing but a whisper of a dream. He wishes that Thor was his 'real' brother and that his mother and father were the Asgardian Royalty, but he knows that it is a lie.
This Fallen Prince slowly rises from the ashes of his old life and begins again. . . But this time he knows who he is for certai
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All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see the love that enters here among the human race.
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What is this feeling of entitlement?
Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?
Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?
Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?
I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!
And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.
Why is that?
Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?
Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.
For I am strong and will always be thus.
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Anger and Anticipation all in one.
Fear so acute you can almost smell it . . .
I force myself to breathe in and out . . . in and out. . .
Focus on my pulse and recognize my heart beats.
One. . . Two . . . Three. . . One . . . Two . . . Three . . .
In and Out, I breathe.
Don't give into the fear.
Focus . . . Focus . . . FOCUS!
Focus at the light at the end of the tunnel.
Think of the freedom you will gain everyday at 3:00
. . . .
Enter here; enter purgatory.
One, two, three beats my heart.
I count the beats once more. Slow and Steady wins the race.
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear.
Your Guardian Angel is with you . . . He is with you. Look to him, follow him, he knows the way.
Constant, you must be constant.
Listen instead of talk. Yes, listen and learn.
Open close, open close. Over and over again until I fear I will go mad. . . Noise insatiable noise and nonse
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"Jarvis, check the comp stats on the Mark 9, I have some ideas I want to fool around with before the party."
"Very well sir, shall I set up the- sir? I'm receiving a transmission message from Mr. Nick Fury, shall I put him through?"
Tony sighed turning away from his scientific holo-screen, " Why not, not like I have a option when he call anyways.."
" Stark, we have a problem."
" Does S.H.I.E.L.D. ever not have any problems? And who gave you my number?"
"It's Asgard related, thought you might want to take a look at it before I talked to Dr. Banner..."
" Oh him? He's always interested in jobs and assignments, he's especially helpful as long as he doesn't get too frustrated."
Tony had just finished his home/office repairs and was reopening Stark Tower with a bang. Since it was party at his tower it was public, and it was expected that Thor attend, along with the rest of the Avengers.
It would be the first time since they all gathered together since
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3 hours had passed since anyone had seen Tony or his beautiful hanger on.
Thor didn't like that woman, she was pretty, beautiful even, but something was familiar about those emerald eyes.
That smile was familiar...
He decided to head to down to Loki's cell, just to check on him. He didn't want his brother ruining the party.
As he walked toward the main elevator, Stark was adjusting his tie about to walk out.
" Tony, I was about to..-"
" I just got done bringing Loki down some drinks.. Tony grabbed Thor by the shoulder, twisting him back to the party... -he loves those right, with the little umbrellas in them?"
Tony patted Thor's back, " He's fine Thor. Relax, let lose! Maybe I can show you some dance moves you can take back to Asgard with you."
Thor was still worried but didn't want his paranoia to get to him, tonight was not night for dealing with his meddlesome brother, if Loki showed his face, he would deal with him accordingly.
"Ok "Man of Iron", I wo
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Thor glared into endless miles of snow covered plains in the distant, he could see the golden gleam of Asgard's far away spires.
He roared into the boundless area, Loki staring at him silently, completely indignant by the change in environment.
Thor turned on him, grabbing him by the collar.
" This is all your fault! Everything that has happened is your fault! Why couldn't you just learn your place!? Why can't you just release this dream of rule?! Why do you feel as if no one loves you!? Let go of this poisonous dream before it completely consumes you!"
Loki smiled skeptically as if he was saying that no one did love him.
Thor read the smile.
" Everyone loved you!" Thor shook Loki shouting, "Even after you hurt us!...hurt me! They still love you." Loki's face remained indifferent.
Thor threw his brother with his smug grin off into the distance as the snow continued to billow his face.
Loki stared up from the snow his hands no longer shackled.
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Sequel to " The Claiming"
The sun rose in the Asgardian forest.
No sleep came to Thor, he tried to forgive himself for what he had done to his brother... to justify what he had done...
Loki had been silent for a while, when he finally spoke, Thor had been surprised by what he heard.
"Only you have made me feel..."
Thor chew his lower lip, " Had Loki been sincere?" There had been a time when he had trusted Loki without fail, without hesitancy, but they were far from those times now." He looked down at his brother, watching him rest.
He chuckled to himself, he had always watched his over his brother. Though smart, Loki had always looked so frail, so timid and delicate.
Thor had made himself a personal promise to protect Loki no matter what fate befell him personally.
He had always felt it his duty to ensure his younger brothers safety and to go to any lengths to do so.
" But can I continue to do that now?"
The sun had risen, the other Asgardi
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Sequel to Surprise, Surprise
Loki sat in his room, lying down but not sleeping. Thinking of his brother, thinking of Tony...
" I can't believe what's happened.." It was cold in his room, and dark, but he liked it that way, it matched how he felt.. Now that he was back on Earth, without trying to attack it and not locked up in Tony's tower, he found it was much like Asgard, surrounded by people but still utterly alone...
When he had been young whenever he'd had a nightmare, he'd never gone to his parents room. Instead, when he had been afraid, he fled to Thor's room.
To Thor's always awaiting arms... " Why must the world clutter, why must love wither? If only things could ...- beautiful things, could last forever..."
Outside his door, he heard footsteps, and a sliver of light widened through the room. Loki sat up in his bed.
" Brother? Do you still sleep?"
" Come in..." he choked out, finally glad to have some company.
Temptations...part 5Liam pulled me so close to him that I could faintly feel his heart beating at a steady pace. My heart, however, was racing! One of his hands held mine while the other was wrapped around my waist. At first we swayed slowly to the music then we gradually picked up pace. I was glad to know that I didn't have to do much of anything but let him pull me this way and that. I could hear in the distance Ethine and some unknown man singing.Temptations...part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The man sung,
"I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang just a few.
She saw my silver spurs and said let's have some time.
And then she gave to me Summer Wine.
Ooooh, Summer Wine."
"Strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring,
My Summer Wine is really made from all these things.
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time,
And I will give to you Summer Wine.
Ooooh, Summer Wine."
We began spinning in various patterns so fast that I couldn't fee
Temptations...part 4Liam carefully helped me down from the mushroom and then pulled me so close to him that our foreheads touched. Our closeness made me nervous; I could feel my face getting hot. He was so gorgeous. What was it about me that he liked so much? I mean, I wasn't ugly but I wasn't pretty either; plain.Temptations...part 4 in Fantasy More Like This
"I have an idea," he breathed. "How about we play 20 questions while we're walking? I want to get to know you."
"Umm ok," I said. It was an odd request but a nice one. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see," he said simply.
We started walking toward a thick forest of oaks. I realized the once violet sky was now a bloody crimson.
"So, first question," Liam started. "What is your favorite place in the human world?"
"Uh, I really like England," I said. "It's nice being in a country where everyone speaks English and has a similar culture to America."
He nodded in understanding and then sta
Temptations...Part 3So we walked on even though, I was worried about a couple of things. The first thing was that the storm clouds I had seen earlier were above our heads. The second thing was that my parents were wondering where I was. Lastly, my cell phone had no signal.Temptations...Part 3 in Fantasy More Like This
I finally caught sight of a huge opening in the forest. Amid the clearing was what appeared to be the ruins of a temple. As we approached I could hear the steady current of running water. A mountain stream? I stood in the middle of this mysteriously astonishing site with my mouth gaping.
"What do you think?" Liam asked.
What did I think? I thought it was stunning! Moss and vines grew wildly upon the stone. Cryptic symbols were beautifully painted on the floor reminding me of hieroglyphics. I knew it wasn't Egyptian writing though; Egyptian writing was mostly shapes and lines. No, this was more elaborate and
Temptations...part 2As I ate the music stopped and I watched the people leave one by one. I finally caught a glance of the fiddler. He was young, not much older than me. Rob was right about his eyes; Liam had the greenest eyes I've ever seen! They were like emeralds. His skin was dark and he was tremendously good-looking.Temptations...part 2 in Fantasy More Like This
He spotted me gazing at me. I quickly looked away but too late; he had already caught me staring. Trying to be furtive, I casually sipped my water while I peeked at Liam from the corner of my eye. I was stunned to realize that he was grinning in my direction. Mr. Sexy Fiddler Dude came walking toward my table with his violin in its case.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?" Liam asked.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was gorgeous I would've pointed out that there were five other empty tables. Instead I said, "Not at all. I'm Leslie."
"I'm Liam," he said.
"Nice to me
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"Mom, where's the box with my art supplies?" I called from upstairs.
"I think it's still in the living room, sweetie," my mom hollered back to me.
"Thanks," I said as I descended the stairs.
When I found the box with my art supplies I decided to go for a walk around the village. I had been on the countryside of Ireland for a week and hadn't done anything but unpack.
My parents and I had just moved to Ireland, home to redheads and four-leaf clovers. I had finally fini
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Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
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Shooting stars fall from space,
Joining heaven and earth as one...
Separating space and time.
Too afraid to swim,
I will wait here in the shallows;
Hiding my face within darkness
Until I forget what it's like,
Can't see myself anymore...
I've faded too far...
Nothing is ever good enough,
No matter how hard I try.
It is all disgusting
Full of hatred and putrid violence,
The demon has arisen,
And she is angry...
Nothing but wrath and fear.
Incapable of understanding
What it means to be alive,
It's not enough to even say
That I want to be free...
Beneath this gloomy sky...
Drowning in the liquid haze,
I will never falter;
Even in spite of
The pitch black shadows
That eat away at my soul...
And it hurts...
I have fallen too far...
There is no hope.
RevolverLately I've done this thing...Revolver in Free Verse More Like This
It's called growing up,
But it's like part of me has died.
Not gone, but still alive somehow,
Clinging desperately to life.
Now you get to walk away
With a clear conscience,
While I must be forever reminded;
Little red trails across my skin...
And I can feel it falling,
Always escaping my grasp...
Raindrops all around me,
Dancing in the limelight
For one last time...
Long forgotten memories flare to life;
Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,
As all that I am
Is transferred into energy,
Joining with the great abyss...
Our spirits flicker and entwine,
Glowering with menacing ferocity,
Killing me over and over;
I shall die a thousand morbid deaths
And still your soul will haunt mine...
Why can't I just let go?
My hand's on the trigger
And suddenly I'm squeezing...
Mirrored glass falls to floor
And now I'm screaming...
How did you become so numb?
Demons haunt my every waking hour,
Lost in a glossy haze...
Even dreams give no release
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Churning through veils of thinly spun fibers;
Tangled webs weaved through our hearts.
Timber wolves edging along broken glass
Cut from metallic moonlight deep within...
Distant dying sounds not unlike being born,
Crying away while the tears flow right through
Hollow ghosts biding time until the distant dust...
I do not think so.
Not this time, as I die once more.
I think so, it all makes sense;
Connecting pieces of the puzzle,
Even after you believe it complete...
Closing my eyes, as with my heart,
As I am left behind.
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Not a single dent or groove
Ironic with its depth
If you get to close, you'll see your breath
It will show you your exterior
But rarely your interior
It is shallow and cruel
And has nothing better to do
It mocks the insecure
Inflates the ego of the vain
This internal problem leaves us unsure
From our eyes falls the rain
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There are more tears
Times are getting hard
Families on the street
With nothing to eat
Things have gone too far
Bills can't get paid
So they have to find another way
It must be stopped
Children forced to get jobs
And all they can do is sob
It must be stopped
Times are getting hard
Things have gone too far
It must be stopped
It must be stopped
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I'm asleep and dead
I'm lounging out in the sun
I'm buried deep in the ground
I'm flying on a swing
And playing in the sand
Breathing in and breathing out
Running towards the sun, running home
I'm burning in a fire
All that's left is ash
I'm spread around the world
I seep into the ground
I am reborn around the world
I grow everywhere you see
I lounge out in the sun
I sway in the breeze
the.truth.of.true.love-part.1 I have never taken notice of the fact that this place is just so beautiful. How perfectly peaceful the sounds and scents of the waves down below underneath the docks are. How the moon multiplies its reflection into the oceans canvas. How the stars speckled the dark cloudless sky, taking it upon themselves to light up everywhere the moon just cannot reach. Or even how far off in the distance the street lights glow bright into the nights sky. I can only hear the calm moving water below, can only smell the salty ocean air, and can only feel the crisp wind against my skin and the hard wood below my body. Its killing me-just how romantic it all is, this isnt a place bad things should be allowed to ever happen, but then again the evils of the world are ubiquitous.the.truth.of.true.love-part.1 in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since I was young these demons have made themselves apparent in my life. I grew up in Maine with my mother and father, living quit
the.truth.of.true.love-part.2 The man that adopted me was a bit older than Id expect someone looking to adopt would be, very quiet and calm, well-composed I guess you could say. The story behind him I was told was rather simple, just that he lived in New York by himself because three years before his wife had passed away, he didnt have any children of his own, and was going to be my new father. That was all I was told before being handed over to a complete stranger. I didnt ask any questions or protest or anything like that, at that point I had learned speaking up just got you into trouble. So that was it, all my stuff got packed into the bed of his truck and we started the journey from Maine to upstate New York. While driving there was nothing really said between us, aside from his occasionally, Are you hungry? as we got closer to a diner or something. Even when we stopped to eat we didnt really say anything. It was awkward, going to live withthe.truth.of.true.love-part.2 in General Fiction More Like This
Emily TriesShe sits on her shelf in her cardboard slip and cellophane.Emily Tries in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's looking down on the other toys
And watching all their childish games.
When she's on her best behaviour
She's at war with mother nature.
Hormonal fixes get you nowhere,
But self-control's an issue when you're near her.
What's the matter dear?
Is hardwired dogma crawling up your spine?
Don't come closer dear,
Because you might slip and lose your peace of mind.
Your moral equation is simply outdated
It doesn't do to come out with it in public
Corsets, suspenders and double entendres:
You're working your way through clichés
Put on a dress but it won't touch the ground
Because you've grown so much that the shelf might break
If you don't decide which side to come down
With childlike innocence where Mother's word is writ,
But your friends say you're an innocent, and besides
It's so much fun being seductive.
But she misunderstands.
Define 'I'Who am I? I am made up of genetic traits and that which happens to me to mold me, my habits, my physical form. Am I my name? A name is but a label. One that can be changed. As I have changed mine. But I am no longer the girl I was back then. I have grown, become older, made new memories broken old habits, adopted new ones.Define 'I' in Academic Essays More Like This
You try to label who you are, but they come out as attributes of a character in a play. These things must be remembered to round out the subject you play, to give the character motivation for the actions written out for them. They lack the essence of ME. The spirit as it were. Or the X-factor.
I could be a doll with green eyes, brown hair, a flamboyant curl drawn in eyeliner on my face. The puppetmaster decides I like cats, so when one strolls by he pulls my strings and I stroke it. I am a singer, so a tapeplayer is inserted in my head and when the curtain goes up, music seems to come from my mouth. But the music is tinny, it has no soul.
I have a soul. Or I am a sou