Prisoner of Vengeance Part 2, In Enemy Hands.Prisoner of Vengeance Part 2, In Enemy Hands. in Short Stories More Like This
I stared out into space, quite literally, I thought with a slightly amused half smile, thousands upon thousands of diamond stars whirling by, as I peered out from the bridge of my speeding prison, the towering terror that was Kahn's Vengeance. Even with my back turned to him, I could feel those cool calculating jade eyes upon me, focusing intently. The chills racing down my spine were the unnecessary confirmation of that....... I could almost see him back there, leaning back leisurely in his Captain's chair, the bit of his sleek black hair that had hung so wildly in his eyes had been slicked back in its proper place, his long, muscular arms on the rests, his reaching, slender fingers tapping the space just above the controls repeatedly as he watched me, as if I was the only one there with him in the crowded bridge. Every so often he would answer a question, give an order, verify coordinates, yet still those eyes never left my turned back. I knew what he was doing. I knew he
Prisoner of Vengeance Part 3, Fighting Kirk's WarPrisoner of Vengeance Part 3, Fighting Kirk's War in Short Stories More Like This
The young captain's usually striking bright blue eyes, lacked their usual boyish charm, looking exhausted today, as Starfleet as a whole was reduced to complete and utter chaos. His regulation transmitter had been beeping angrily since five yesterday, and he couldn't remember a time when it sat calm and still, not accusing him of raging careless failure. Right now, he stood in the newly reconstructed Daystrom Institute, his transmitter buzzing on the edge of the table, nearly about to fall off, while the captains and first officers of every vessel in the fleet, all spoke at once, in panicked tones, asking him the thousands of questions that he'd already tried asking himself but still couldn't answer. How many dead? Had the hyper-gravity device been faulty? How could Khan possibly know of the takedown? What was his next move? How many more would die? What could Starfleet do in terms of defensive maneuvers? How did Khan appear to be on course to fly over the desert when he so obviously w
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I must have leapt nearly three feet in the air, at the sound of Khan's voice coming from behind me. BUSTED. "Nothing, just admiring the sophistication and advanced technology used to create the- the-" My voice was several octaves too high, much too fast, giggling to cover up my guilt, and I whirled around to face him, losing all manner of speech, as he flooded my vision, forgetting entirely what I was going to say.
"Thank you. I did design them myself." He grinned brilliantly, showing off those perfectly white teeth, and I stumbled, grabbing the side of the desk for support. Holy. Lord. I felt sure I was going to faint. I knew it. Khan wasn't real. He couldn't be. I decided then and there that he must be a beautiful delusion, part of a reoccurring dream that I kept having. Was I in a coma somewhere, in some Starship Med Bay, suffering from heat stroke, and this was ALL in my mind!?!? Oh GOD, if so, PLEASE don't wake me up!!! My mind pleaded, my heart pounding. Nobody could personify th
STAR TREK, Prisoner of VengeanceSTAR TREK, Prisoner of Vengeance in Short Stories More Like This
The overhead sun with its sweltering rage, beat down relentlessly upon me, as if fulfilling a personal vendetta. Beads of sweat rolled down the curve of my back, causing the black fabric of my tank top to stick and cling to it. I could almost feel my pale skin burning beneath the rays, and my long, brunette curls hung heavy and hot around my neck and shoulders. Wearily, I reached around the back of my head, pulling my hair to the side, the hazy, unforgiving sun zapping my strength, as I nearly collapsed onto the ground, letting the sleek black bag I had shouldered, fall beside me into the burning sand. Breathing laboriously, I rose up onto my knees over the bag, unzipping it with extreme care. As hot and miserable as it was, I could feel the tremors of excitement in my fingers as I eased the long and narrow bag the rest of the way open. I had a mission. A real, Starfleet Mission, from none other than Captain Kirk, himself!! A mission...... that could potentially save the world.
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It had to be hours later when we returned to the seemingly endless hallway outside my bedroom door. Khan's manner was even more jovial as he held tight to both of my hands, both of us laughing and grinning, stumbling over each other's feet, drunk with such indescribable feeling, the kind that could only be inspired after so perfect a night. Khan had taken me to just about every inch of his beloved ship, tugging me along after him, darting from one place to the next, talking impossibly fast and excited, about the Vengeance's intricate infrastructure, the overall design, pointing out features to me, exulting in the ambiance he had created. He explained it all to me, the lighting, the layout, what each room was for, what each consul did, and he was so ensconced with it all, that I did in fact, feel myself seeing the ship in a much different way. Not so much the looming midnight monstrosity that had swallowed me whole, but rather a dark beauty, flawlessly advanced in design, passing unse
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The dim, long-winding corridor was completely deserted as I walked back alone from my shower, returning to my room, my mind still trying to make sense of the day's......... excitement? I hadn't known one person could feel just about every emotion on the scale known to man in so short a time. In the space of no more than three hours, Khan had given me the creeps, terrified me out of my mind, impressed me, inspired me, mesmerized me with his magnificent fighting skills, laughed with me, attracted me, complimented me, rubbed NOSES with me, and for however short a time let me cradle his head, showing him the forbidden affection that was extremely dangerous to us both. My head reeled. What's a girl supposed to think after ALL of that! I should've felt more insightful now, as to who Khan Noonien Singh really was after he'd shown me SO many new sides of himself today, but the truth was, I was more confused than ever. One minute he's hissing about spilling blood, and the absolute joys of murde
PrisonerofVengeance Part 5 Celestial Surrender Sc4PrisonerofVengeance Part 5 Celestial Surrender Sc4 in Short Stories More Like This
I stood there, heart pounding, breath quickened, alone on the darkened bridge with Khan, his eyes closed, my head careening from all that he had said. He'd made it so easy for me to walk away, or so he thought, and I'm sure any other Starfleet Cadet wouldn't have had to think twice. But if I learned anything at Starfleet, it was that I was no ordinary cadet. The longer I waited, the more worried he became, scrunching up his nose with his next breath. For the first time, since I'd met him, Khan was afraid.
I walked towards him with slow, careful steps, and I could tell his mind was quick at work, trying to tell if these steps moved away from him or to him. What was I doing? Here was my perfect chance to get the coordinates, just by lifting a finger to the Navigation Screen. From there all I had to do was rush down to the hangar, take the beacon in my hands, and with quick fingers, declare my freedom. I took more steps forward. Yes, that was what I should have done, what I'd longed to do
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Several hours later, I still contemplated these words on the bridge, watching from afar as Khan, Jaken, Blondie and a few other officers scrutinized a glowing blue holographic map. I wasn't really paying attention though, the wild pulsing of my heart drowning out even Khan's deep, velvety voice. I now knew why I had been blindfolded when first marched aboard the Vengeance.
I had only seen a glimpse of it, as Khan was careful to sling a muscular arm around my shoulders and whirl me back around to continue our walk the other way we'd came, back down the hangar and to the staircase. Yet I had seen it all the same, and clung to that fleeting image like a life preserver of old, the only physical hope I had of now, my only tangible plan of escape.
At the end of the impossibly long hangar, there had been a doorless room, a tiny communication base of sorts, and I had felt a rush of overwhelming joy when I caught a glimpse of what was in there. It was just a glimpse, impossibly fast, but I had
Draco's Girl, Ally Jolene SummerhazeDraco's Girl, Ally Jolene Summerhaze in Profiles More Like This
Here's another visual representation of how I pictured my self-based, original character Allyssa "Ally," Summerhaze to look. This would be more how she'd look as a sixth or seventh year, with longer, darker hair.
I think Draco and Ally are perfect for each other, because they're so different, yet have so much in common. He's a Slytherin. She's a Gryffindor. He gets annoyed with people easily, she's very personable, and sees the good in everyone. He's the Slytherin Prince and she's the Gryffindor Sweetheart. His friends, especially Pansy, despise her, except for maybe Blaise. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as All of her friends can't stand him. They're the Romeo and Juliet of Hogwarts!
However, the similarities are certainly there too! Neither of them get along with their fathers, they're both purebloods, they're both really close with their mothers. He feels the pressure to be the perfect, elitest Slytherin. She feels like her parents don't accept that she's a wizard, having grown u
Sherlock And The Pretty Girl in the Posh Pea CoatSherlock And The Pretty Girl in the Posh Pea Coat in Short Stories More Like This
The fog thickened in the faint light of an all white rising sun, and settled into London's Trafalgar Square, as if the clouds themselves had descended from the glowing grey heavens above, blanketing all in mist and mistique. The normally bustling beloved locale was nearly vacant due to the earliness of the hour, and the strangeness of the weather. There was however, one lovely young woman seated on a bench in the square, not repelled by the fog like so many, but attracted to it like one chasing a dream. This was heaven, her heaven, when modern day London was transformed by all the alluring secrets, and mysterious beauty of the past into the setting of stories she so loved, the very air alive with romance, danger, and intrigue. A feeling that was left in another time, that beckoned to her, reaching for her even now. She smiled softly to herself, breathing it all in, letting it overwhelm her senses. She pulled her posh lavender pea coat a bit tighter, smiling to herself, watching the whi
Glos slowikaGlos slowika in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
W gaju cudnej Medyki, gdzie zaklęta jest ziemia,
choć chłód wieczora mnie smaga, chociaż mi kradnie dech,
błąkam się słaby pośród drzew starych... jak ja niemal,
i szukam tego słowika, w którym słychać twój śpiew.
Niebo ciemne nade mną, pod stopą mokra ziemia,
na plecach wzrok Księżycowy, z przodu najgęstsza mgła.
Wyraźniej woła słowik, co mówią, że go nie ma,
Lament SrodziemiaDawno już w tych stronach nie słyszeliśmy pieśni!Lament Srodziemia in General Fiction More Like This
Zamilkły bowiem strumienie, przestały szeptać liście
i marny sen nas zmógł, choć nie byliśmy senni.
Inny czas nastał - zasmuceni uciekliśmy w ciszę.
I trwalibyśmy tak w niej, z wolna jednak więdnąc,
aż do - nadal nam nieznanych - Ardy dni policzonych;
lecz dziś nas zbudziły czarowne słowa entów,
przynosząc ze sobą pamięć o czasach wytęsknionych.
Pośród słów i obrazów - melodia starych kniej.
Rzewnie śpiewały drzewa w srebrnoskrzącym Fangornie!
Tak pełne smutku były ich wieści o niej.
„Nie tka już z szarych Ei nici swojego Lothlórien”.
Za dawnych dni gościła nas w cudnych ogrodach,
gdzie nawet w czerni nocy wydawała się nam słońcem.
A teraz piękne oczy mgłą są już zakryt
Piosenka o Ostatnim Przyjaznym DomuŚwiatło widzę jasnePiosenka o Ostatnim Przyjaznym Domu in General Fiction More Like This
u stóp gór.
Właśnie tam drogi mej kres.
Wkrótce przerwie ciszę
Dla mnie czas zatrzyma się.
Stary most nad rzeką
przejść na brzeg pozwala mi.
wita mnie, zagłusza sny.
To ten dom,
gdzie przyjaźni duch się skrył.
Elrond Półelf gości każdą z ras.
I przeciw złu rzuca czar.
Czarnych myśli splot rozwiązał się,
leczy ból Elronda moc.
Rozmów gwar się zmienia w cichy szept.
Czule nas usypia noc.
To ten dom,
gdzie przyjaźni duch się skrył.
Elrond Półelf gości każdą z ras.
I przeciw złu rzuca czar.
Jeśli kiedyś zbłądzisz,
I na swój bieg nie szczędź tchu.
W skrzydłach swych dolina
utuli żal, spłoszy gniew.
To ten dom,
gdzie przyjaźni duch si
Spoznieni u wrotZnów nikt nie przyszedł, choć król do świtu czekał u wrót.Spoznieni u wrot in General Fiction More Like This
Lecz tylko deszcz zechciał w nie zastukać.
Króla oblicze aura musnęła chłodem swych wód,
by nie mógł łez wśród kropel odszukać.
I stanął we własnej ciszy elf ten, co jak skała
niewzruszony niegdyś trwał. I pragnął
tę ciszę już na zawsze zatrzymać, by wygrała.
By wygrała z serca starą zadrą.
Ale zadra poddać się nie chciała i szepnęła:
„Dlaczego! Dlaczego cierpieć musi
elfi król? Jak wróg traktowany, co mu minęła
chwała! Jak tchórz, którego zło kusi!
Gdzie teraz są ci wszyscy przyjaciółmi nazwani?
Niech nie wstrzymują ich mroczne cienie!
Wszak puszczę swą król chroni potężnymi czarami,
co jasnym sercom dają schronienie.
Toba zylemZaniechałem ważnych spraw, choć błagali,Toba zylem in General Fiction More Like This
choć mówili, żem potrzebny.
Tylko ci co w sierot łzach sięgali
dna, chwili tej dar możebny
Wiedzieli, że własną duszę z twoją
złączyłem, że biję twoim
sercem. Me słońce!
Niczego już więcej nie muszę pojąć -
tobą żyłem, śmierć twa moim
stanie się końcem.
Nie mysl juz o nimNie myśl już o nim, Faramirze,Nie mysl juz o nim in General Fiction More Like This
bo ojciec twój zgasł i w proch się obrócił.
Uniósł go wiatr. Przerwano ciszę,
bo szum delikatny ludzki krzyk zagłuszył.
Oszczędź swe serce, kapitanie,
nie płacz już za tym, co syna nie był godzien.
Lepsza tobą miłość zawładnie,
gdy znajdziesz ciepło w sercu skutym lodem.
HildJakiego losu byłaś panią?Hild in General Fiction More Like This
Jak bardzo kręte miewał ścieżki?
I kim po nich szłaś: sarną? łanią?
Lekkim stąpnięciem? Krokiem ciężkim?
Mgła cię okryła z tajemnicy
i cudzych dokonań złożona.
Czemu są sławni okrutnicy,
mniej zaś księżniczka wielbiona?
Bratem twym Helm Żelaznoręki,
synem Fréaláf - pan czcigodny.
Powiedz mi, Hild, jakież to męki
cierpiał minstrel, ciebie niepomny?
Tomek na ganku/Gdybym byl kumatyGdybym był kumatyTomek na ganku/Gdybym byl kumaty in Humor More Like This
doli doli doli doli dol
wziąłbym pierścień i na palec go!
Byłby ze mnie wielki lord!
doli doli doli doli dol
wielki ogród, gdzie lilijki są.
Byłby ze mnie cudny mąż!
Uczyniłbym ja z niej wnet swoją księżniczkę,
na każdy rozkaz jej bym gnał.
Przy tronie swoim miejsce dla niej zrobiłbym;
podusie miękkie, pod pupę, o woni róż
z chęcią co dzień bym ja jej słał.
Bo dla niej to ja wszystko zrobiłbym.
W dodatku Stary Las zwiększył sobie bym,
duży dwór bardzo przyda się.
Drzew bym posiał ojojoj! - koło stu,
tu jawor, tam znów dąb, coś z sosen i coś z brzóz.
Och, wtedy wierzba da spokój mnie
i pójdzie tam, do drzew, a ja będę tu.
Gdybym był kumaty
doli doli doli doli dol
wziąłbym pierścień i na palec go!
O! Elu!Bywałeś już wcześniej wrednym elfemO! Elu! in Humor More Like This
i nawet do tego całkiem przywykłem.
Lecz teraz to słów mi już brakuje,
bo swoich przyjaciół się tak nie traktuje.
Gdy Majarkę poznałeś, brnąłeś w zakochanie,
to szczęście twoje za swoje wtedy brałem.
Lecz kiedy się w siebie wgapialiście,
o swoim Finwem, heh... zapomnieliście.
O! Elu! Mój drogi przyjacielu,
siedzisz na leśnej polanie
zakochany w tej swojej Melianie,
a dla mnie czasu nie masz już...
Wpadałem, stukałem, drzwi nie otwierałeś,
nie bardzo o swą jaskinię dbałeś.
Wolałeś bywać ze swą żoneczką
i chodzić z nią na spacery w słoneczku.
Lecz wkrótce randeczki i tobie się znudzą,
a stare dobre nawyki cię zbudzą.
Po dawnemu będzie, znowu przyjaciele
i czasu wspólnego znów tak wiele.
O! Elu! M&
Gdy nadchodzi zmierzchElf:Gdy nadchodzi zmierzch in Drama More Like This
Słońce przykrył cień.
Dla ciebie świt, dla mnie zmierzch.
Mniej związany z Ardą tchniesz w nią zdrowy dech;
to tak wybrali ci, którym bliższy miał być elf.
Światło dalekich gwiazd,
obce dla mnie, twą zdobi twarz.
Wszystko skrywa pamięć, bo od wieków trwasz.
Jakże marny jest więc człek, gdy po chwili zgasnąć ma
daru ci zazdroszcząc.
Gdy nadchodzi zmierzch
rozum patrzy wstecz
i wtedy myśl uderza w serce,
że obok elfa mógł żyć człek.
Choć nas dzielił los, choć nas dzielił czas,
każdy zamiast nowych różnic
mógł w tym drugim znaleźć dar.
Czy kiedyś pójdę z tobą
jasną, cichą drogą tam, poza świata krąg?
I czy wrócę tu, gdzie dokonać ma się cud?
Gdzie ja i ty
znów będziemy ży
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...Tell me you see me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
Can We Just PretendHey...Can We Just Pretend in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can we just pretend ?
Like we did when we were kids?
I can pretend to be strong
And use these twigs
To build a mansion for you
So large and beautiful
That you'll have everything you need.
I can pretend to be smart
And I'll teach you new things every day
Gently widening you eyes
To the world around you.
I can pretend to be a musician
Your own private concerto
Sing lullabies to you each night
With the few notes I know.
I can pretend to be funny
And have a witty criticism
For all the things you dislike
And sweetly teasing you
Till you gift me with your smile.
I can pretend be wise
Have an answer for all your problem
And advice that never fails.
I can pretend to be a cook
And delicately create
Mudpies for you to eat
As though they were gourmet meals.
I can pretend to be someone I'm not
Someone who's beautiful or amazing or kind
Someone who won't let you down
Someone who won't break your heart
Someone who can give you everything
You could ever want
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
CyberbulliesI know you, but you don't know me.Cyberbullies in Free Verse More Like This
I know what I've heard, and I know what I've seen.
You're such a slut (at least that's how it'll seem)
I'll spit at you with hatred until you start to bleed.
I know where you've been and I know what you've done.
I know who you are... now let's have some fun.
"Did you hear about that girl?"
"Yeah. She's so disgusting."
I know you, and I know where to call.
I know you, but you don't know me at all.
I'll dial your number, and hey, it's ringing!
I can't wait to hear your cries singing.
"Slut." "Whore." "Freak." "Weirdo." "Loser."
Well, you're all mine now, so where do i start?
I know! I'll start at the back of your heart.
That guy that you like? Well, we'll pretend we're him.
What should we make him say? Oh, where to begin?
"You're so ugly." "Anorexic!" "Do you always look this bad?"
Next day at school, and you didn't show up.
The teacher comes in with a horrible look.
"She killed herself. Last ni
To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.To some people. in Free Verse More Like This
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself... in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.Daddy, Daddy. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
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Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Whose grin’s so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
You’ve started to feel,
Just recently you’ve started to cry.
You’ve been down this path again and again,
With a pain you’re designed to deny.
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not remember the torture
Of being unable to feel?
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
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"So this is the girl you've been talking about?" Ashley asked, pointing at Fionna, who was sitting on Marshall Lee's couch, munching an apple.
"Yeah, this is Fionna. She's a mortal but she's pretty cool," Marshal replied. Ashley glared at Fionna, sizing her up.
"Er, hey." Fionna squeaked. She was having second thoughts about coming here. Marshall had insisted she should meet his girlfriend, but she didn't think Ashley liked her that much. The tension in the room was almost smothering her.
"Cool huh? What can she do that's 'cool'?" Ashley sneered at Fionna.
"I'm good with swords and junk..." Fionna pulled out her sword to show Ashley, but she didn't look impressed.
"That's cute, but really, without magic you aren't worth much," she said. Fionna' face grew red, and she stood up.
"I guess I'll leave now. I understand I'm not math enough for you guys." Fionna headed for the door.
"Wait! Just ignore what she said, you're math!" Marshall called, but Fionna ignored him and was
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"Arghh, what horrible day," groaned Fionna. She trudged along the path to her tree house. The sky was dark, the sun was setting really quickly. On her back she carried some books in her pack Cake had requested she find. She had spent all day trying to find them, searching about every library in the land of Ooo.
She kicked at little pebbles as she walked. Some squirrels were chittering in the trees, but Fionna secretly wished they would shut up, for she was beginning to have a head ache. She stopped at a tree stump on the side of the path and sat down, rubbing her temples. She tried to meditate. Her mind began to clear, and the pain in her head began to dull. She got up again and was about to continue when she noticed something.
Everything was dead silent.
She felt a chill go down her spine, a she sensed she wasn't alone. Something was behind her. She gulped and pulled out her sword, and slowly turned around.
"YEEEE-AAAHHH!" she yelled as she swung her sword, b
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Fionna lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was about midnight and she hadn't slept a wink. She thought about what had happened at candy kingdom and shuddered. Prince Gumball would probably never want to see her again. She buried her face in fer pillow and yelled. She heard a tap on her window just then.
"Who is it?" she called out, reaching for her sword next to the bed.
"It's just me." Fionna shrieked, right next to her was Marshall Lee. Fionna looked at him and frowned.
"Why are you here? What makes you think I want to see you after what you did?" she put her word down and crossed her arms.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I guess I was kind of a jerk." He sat on the floor and looked up at Fiona shyly. She looked back with a suspicious face, as if trying to tell if he was being sincere. She finally sighed.
"Well, whatever. I guess I should of told you you couldn't come." She bit her lip. Marshall looked at the ground.
"Um.. so...um... Are we okay?"
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Fionna opened her eyes. The morning sun beamed down through the window. She squinted and turned over, covering her face with her blanket.
"Wake up cupcake, I have a problem..." Cake nudged her shoulder gently. Fionna groaned and shrank deeper beneath the blanket. Cake kept nudging her houlder, but Fionna ignored her.
"Please Fifi? I need you to help me... Fionna? Hey hey hey! Wake up! Please?" Fionna still ignored her. Cake inhaled some air.
"HEY FIONNA WAKE UP THERE'S A FREAKING VAMPIRE IN OUR HOUSE!!!" Fionna sat up from her bed. Cake looked at her with frightened eyes. She pointed towards the door into the living room. Fionna got out of bed and yawned. She walked into the living room, and sure enough, there was Marshall Lee lounging on her couch, fast asleep. She went over to the window by the couch and opened it wide, letting the sunlight in. Marshall's skin slowly began to sizzle. His eyes opened.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" He shot up from the couch
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"So how have you been coping?" Fionna asked Marshall Lee, who was helping her clean the tree house.
"Eh. I'm good. I just miss having someone at the house," he answered, dusting a shelf. Fionna sat down on the couch.
"Well looks like the place is done. Thanks for helping," she said. Marshall nodded and put the duster down. Cake walked in the room, looking giddy and excited.
"Guess what kids! Cake is going on a vacation! With a certain sexy man..." She giggled and jumped up and down.
"...You mean Lord Monochromicorn? For how long?" Fionna asked. Cake shrugged.
"About 4 weeks or so, we're going to a far away place, and it's gonna be so romantic!" Cake danced around the room, humming a little song.
"Ooh, I better go pack, I'm leaving soon! Are you gonna be okay alone for that long cupcake?" Cake asked Fionna. Fionna nodded. Cake rushed into her room and started stuffing her belongings into a large suitcase.
"She sounds happy. Wow, 4 weeks? That's a long time. You sure you
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"Is the pie done yet?" asked Marshall Lee, who was lounging on Fiona's couch.
"Nope, it still has to cook," she answered, checking the oven timer.
"Well I hope that doesn't take too long. I'm really hungry. What flavor is it again?" He inhaled the smell coming from the oven. Some drool dripped from his mouth and he wiped it away.
"Cherry, I made sure it was a red filling," she said. Marshall's stomach growled and she giggled. A knock came at the door, startling them both. Fionna opened it to find Peppermint Maid, holding a paper. She begun an announcment.
"Greetings from the Candy Kingdom, I present to you an invitation from Prince Gumball to attend the Sugar Cane Ball, tonight at 7:00 pm. The Prince wanted to inform you that you may bring a companion if you wish... And Fionna, he wanted me to tell you personally that you are forgiven for the incedent at the Candy Castle, and that he understands it was not your fault." Peppermint Maid bowed and added, "I sincerely hope
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The vampire and the adventurers arrived at the doors of the candy castle. Marshall Lee's face was twisted in a scowl. Fionna, on the other hand, was excited. She knocked on the big doors and stood back. They opened to reveal the Gumball Prince already waiting.
"Welcome Fionna and Cake! So nice to see you! I've been waiting and-- oh. You brought him?" Prince Gumball frowned at the sight of Marshall, who stuck out his tongue.
"Well well, nevermind that, come in!" He lead them to a room where there was a chalkboard and a few desks.
"Now, the other day Fionna you told me you would like to learn the basics of math, so I've prepared some lessons for you." Gumball took some papers out of a drawer and walked over to the chalkboard.
"Today I'll be teaching you the basics of addition, in which you will--"
"BOOOOOOORING!" Marshall yelled out. He snickered and unfolded his umbrella.
"Marshall!" Fionna snapped, "I told you not to be a jerk!"
"But math is sooo boring, only weenies le
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