Crush 3 I look at my watch and realize I'm late for school! Damn it! I ran down the stairs still struggling to fix on my clothes correctly. I ran back upstairs again as soon as I realized I left my precious winter hat. I don't know how to live without that thing. I pasted dad as I went down the stairs again. "Hey Stan, maybe we can go fishing later on, then go for a ride." Huh, this was unusual for my dad to say. "Then maybe we can go to the internet and go on some websites sign up for them and whatnot." Now I'm pissed. "God Damn it, Dad." I said as I continued my morning rush. He's always trying to get me to sign up to facebook, ever since I deleted that wretched account back then all those years ago. I tried to reach the door, but my mom interrupted me by calling out to me. "Hey, sweetie, don't you want some breakfast?" I just scoff annoyingly and say "No thanks, mom. I'm going to be late for school." Then I open the door and leave. I decided to walk
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.42"Hey, Stan - do you have a few minutes to talk?"More Like This
Wendy tentatively took the empty seat next to Stan at his regular lunch table. He nodded quizically.
"Sure?" He said, his mouth somewhat full.
"I'm not in anyone's seat am I?" She asked quickly, looking around. "Where's Kyle today?"
Stan swallowed and paused before speaking; he was still adjusting to the idea that Wendy knew about he and Kyle, and that they had all become something similar to friends.
"He's not here; had a college visit upstate. He won't get back in until like seven this evening."
She pouted theatrically. "Boo! On Valentine's day? Bummer."
"Not really his thing anyway" Stan shrugged.
"I see. Eric's either." She said quietly. The air between them thickened with tension. Neither mentioned the score of awkward Valentine's days they'd spent together as a couple. With all the changes of the last year, it felt al
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.38The first day of school after winter break was insane.More Like This
I realized how much I'd missed when I saw new couples walking the halls together andall of thechanges that the teachers had made to their classrooms since I'd sat in them last. It felt like I'd been gone for months, rather than weeks. But I didn't even have the privilege of remembering my time off.
Some of my teachers didn't get that. A few of them expected me to have all of the homework I'd missed finished on that first day. I should've explained that I hadn't even looked at a book since like November, but instead - like a moron - I just promised to have it turned in the next day. I spent the rest of the day wondering what the most effective way would be to bribe Kyle into helping me get it all done.
For the most part though, I felt like a celebrity. People stopped me every few steps in the hallway to welcome me back, and I could hear the underclassmen talking about me when I passed them. Pro
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.36It’s already after eleven; when are they going to call?More Like This
Stan’s parents promised they’d call me when he got released. The doctors said as long as everything checked out ok, they’d let him come home today. But it’s nearly noon and I haven’t heard anything. Maybe they changed their minds. Maybe he had to stay…
I can hear something tapping at my door and I growl at my little brother to knock it off and leave me alone. He doesn’t – instead I hear the door shake a little, and something rustle at the base of it. He should know I’m too anxious for this today. A paper slides underneath and I glare at it for a minute before peeling myself from my desk chair to see what it says.
It takes a second for it to register.
South Park, Colorado
MARSH, STANLEY M.
AGE: 17 yrs.
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.27Stan was woken up just after sunrise by the loud roar of a vacuum cleaner outside his door. With it buzzing in the hallway, he groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. A few minutes later, the noise burst into his room, full volume. He peeled the pillow off to see his mother, sweeping his floor and frowning at its contents.More Like This
"Don't you know how to use your hamper, Stanley?" She picked up an entire outfit worth of clothing and tossed them into his laundry basket.
"Don't you know it's like seven thirty on a Saturday, mom?" He grumbled as he sat up, fumbling through his covers to find his phone. "Why are you cleaning house before breakfast?"
"I have a lot to do, Stan. Your sister is bringing home her boyfriend for Thanksgiving this week, and I'd like the house to look presentable."
"And that involves my room because...?"
"The entire house, Stan." She said firmly. She continued tidying his floor while he ch
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.22September 28thMore Like This
I don't know why that word irks me so much. Just seeing it here in my handwriting is aggravating me. Maybe it's because Cartman has started using it as a way to irritate me, because he knows I'll react when he says it. If he actually knew, it would probably be a word he'd like to avoid as much as I do. If anyone actually knew, it would be a word whispered behind my back and Stan's, and it would define and label us both. I think that's my problem with it. It's such a trite word, and it doesn't come close to describing what I have with Stan, or how I feel about him.
Stan is incredible. We've known each other for most of our lives, and we've been through absolutely everything together, especially now. We've seen each other at our best and our worst, and somehow, even when he pissed me off, he still manages to amaze me. We know everything about each other, but we never run out of things to talk about. Some
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.16Greeley was actually really beautiful the morning of August third. He’d told me how pretty the place was, but it was one of those things you had to see for yourself to appreciate. Maybe it was just because I knew I was going to see him, and that made everything look better.More Like This
The campus of UNC was packed with people, most of them our age and pulling or carrying luggage. I knew he wasn’t supposed to be in the scattered crowd, but I couldn’t help looking for him anyway. He’d told us where to meet him, and he always stuck to that kind of thing. We were supposed to be in the lobby of the Alabaster dormitory by ten, and I was sort of anxious when I glanced at my phone and realized we’d just barely made it on time.
We hadn't even had a chance to sit down - Kenny and I were still looking around, taking in the huge scope of the building we were standing in - when we heard the elevator chime and the doors begin to slide open. "There he is!" Mrs. Broflov
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.15[Stan]More Like This
Twenty six days.
The first weekend wasn't so bad. He tried to keep himself as busy as Kyle must have been. There was little time for texting and even less for phone calls. Between Kyle's courses and conferences and his own football practice and weightlifting schedule, there were only a precious few moments that overlapped comfortably enough to allow them to catch up with each other. But it was worth the effort.
Kyle hadn't been allowed to bring his iPad, or even carry his phone during his courses. It had been days since Stan had heard his voice. Short messages sent when either of them had the time had to suffice. It wasn't really enough, but it was all they had.
When he had free time, Kyle usually didn't. Instead, he spent most of his spare waking hours with Kenny, which even resulted in hanging out with Cartman a time or two. It was oddly natural having Eric around again. The three of them played video games and talked about his newfound wealth, carefully av
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.9The last day of school fell on a Wednesday, and flashed by without incident. The day ended in a picnic on the school grounds, and Kyle joined his friends in their annual hideout spot below the bleachers of the football field.More Like This
“Warm today” Kenny remarked, pulling off his orange sweatshirt. He ran his hand through his dark blonde hair and thumbed a hole in his shirt. “I need a haircut.”
“And a new shirt” Stan laughed, tossing his own shed jacket to the ground to sit on. He and Kenny sat with a thud on the barren, shaded dirt. They left a spot on the concrete slab behind them open for Kyle.
“You gonna join us, your lordship?” Kenny asked. He swiped at the cement. “Got a spot all cleaned off for you…”
Kyle huffed. “I think I’ll just stand for now, but thanks. He kicked Kenny’s foot.
“Oh, c’mon dude. Sit with us. This picnic thing lasts like three hours. You’re not gonna wanna stand that l
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.5(((Kyle's perspective)))More Like This
Monday morning comes too quickly.
The hallways seem a thousand times louder than usual. Kyle gets to school as late as he can manage, so he won’t have to socialize. It works – the bell for class rings as he walks through the school’s front door.
It’s third period before he realizes Kenny isn’t at school. His stomach swirls thinking of lunch. He’ll have no one to talk to except Stan…
Kyle skips lunch. He knows he shouldn’t; his blood sugar goes crazy when he doesn’t eat. But the thought of a diabetic seizure somehow seems more relaxing than forcing all of his turbulent thoughts into a conversation in a crowded lunchroom.
Seventh period is nearly over when he sees him. The class is quiet and heads are all tilted down, staring at homework when he lets his eyes wander around the room. He catches Stan’s attention and they smile at each other; it’s a knee-jerk response after nearly fifteen years. I
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.2The misty morning chill of late April hung like a cloak around Stark’s Pond, and the shadows of rocks and trees blended with the dark blue of the water.More Like This
Kyle squinted against the moist breeze and edged closer to the water’s edge. It was difficult to see where it began and the muddy shoreline ended, and the last thing he wanted was to fall in on a morning like this. A morning that was supposed to be much simpler than this…
He’d been out looking for his best friend since nine that morning. It was Stan’s birthday, and they’d spent every birthday together since preschool. This year, when he showed up on Stan’s parents’ doorstep, he’d been greeted by a frustrated Sharon Marsh, telling him that her son had gone for a walk after arguing with her about his clothing. That had been two hours ago, and Kyle had looked for him nearly everywhere. Then he thought about the big rock he and Stan usually perched on next to the pond in summer. He had
Eric Cartman's Journal IDay one. Who cares about the date? We never get old anyhow...Or advance to the next grade...More Like This
Hello. My name is Eric Cartman. And I'm writing this journal, or diary if you will, on toilet paper, so that I have something to read while I'm crapping. Following the act of crapping, I will wipe my ass with the previous mentioned paper and then flush it down the toilet, so that Kenny can have something to read while he's scavenging for food in the sewers. And by the way, Kenny, I have a little dedication for you. And it starts like this:
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
Aw, man, I spilled milk out of my nose And I wasnt even drinking any! Hahahaha!! Here it goes again
Anyway, what Im writing on the fore mentioned paper I shall rewrite on pieces of titanium, using only a needle, fire and a hippie. I shall torture the hippie with fire and needles and make him rewrite this on the plates. Or I could get
Baby Doll part 4It was the next day and all of the 'couples' had handed in their 'children' so that the audio recordings could be inspected over lunch, well... almost all of them anyway. Stan and Bebe had chosen to hide in the cafeteria, since their doll was now quite literally in pieces. The doll and its limbs were now lying on the table in front of them as they both stared at it in silence, wondering what to do about it. "Maybe we could... no that would never work" Bebe muttered to herself.More Like This
"I know" Stan said. "We could get some duct tape and-" but he was cut off by a glare from the blonde haired girl. "It was only a suggestion" he mumbled defensively.
"This was all your fault" she stated. "If you had just let me do this myself none of this crap would have happened."
"Yeah but after a while you probably would've gone crazy like Wendy has" he pointed out. "What's up with her anyway."
"I don't know, she won't tell me" Bebe admitted. "Besides I'm not Wendy Testaburger, I can handle it, I'm strong enoug
Baby Doll part 3...Bebe's house...More Like This
"I've changed my mind" was Bebe's alternative to 'hi' as she opened her door to see a hopefull looking Stan on her doorstep.
Stan's face suddenly dropped "What? Why?"
"I need to do this alone" the stubborn blonde stated, flicking her hair behind her shoulders as she rested the doll on her hip like it was a real baby.
"No you don't" Stan argued. "C'mon, you've had that thing for four days, we've got to hand it in tomorrow for Mr Garrison's stupid weekly check up thing. I want a turn of looking after it for once."
Bebe paused for a second to consider, then reluctantly held the doll out in front of Stan. "Here" she sighed but as soon as Stan placed his hands on the waist of the doll her grip tightened.
"Bebe, let go!" Stan laughed, thinking that she was just messing with him. The blonde girl tugged on the doll's limbs to try and free it from Stan's grasp, but unfortunately he was too strong for her and she just ended up dragging him into her house as the door slammed sh
Baby Doll part 2The teens were still feeling quietly confident about the project by the time lunch came around. "Dudes this parenting thing is gonna be so easy" Kenny said as he took his usual seat at the end of the table next to Cartman.More Like This
Kyle glared at him "Yeah for you, I'm going to have to do all the work I can tell."
"C'mon Kyle, it's just a stupid doll, it can't be that-" Kenny stopped talking when Clyde and Token walked up to the table looking like they had just seen a ghost, Clyde - for some unexplainable reason- was carrying a shoebox, they both stared at the box once they had sat down.
"Oh dude we are so dead" Clyde stated, burrying his head in his hands.
Token shot him a weird look "What do you mean 'we'?"
"Token, dude, it was your fault too don't act like you weren't a part of it."
"Hey, it's your doll therefore it's not my problem" he pointed out.
Clyde groaned "It was going so well, this is the last day, I thought it would be ok. I've gotta give the thing back today. What am I going to sa
Baby DollThe pupils of South Park High took their seats, anxiously and in some cases schemingly talking amongst themselves about who thier new home room teacher was going to be. Due to the lack of staff at the school -this is South Park afterall- this teacher would teach all of their lessons except for PE and music. The old teacher was now in a mental hospital in the room next to supernanny, yes it was Cartman related. In fact they now had a seperate ward, of about twenty patients, just for people who were driven to the point of insanity by Cartman.More Like This
As the door open to reveal their new teacher a collective groan off annoyance rang through the classroom. "Yes, that's right, I'm back" Mr Garisson said, strolling into the room carrying a large cardboard box with him and placing it on the desk. "And if you've got a problem with it don't go complaining to your principal 'cause she just doesn't give a fuck." He took the register quickly since he knew the teens already so he didn't really need to ask
Breakup -ZoSan- pt1Warning: This story contains 'boy love'.More Like This
"Nami-swan! Robin chwan!" Sanji pirouetted across the upper deck, laden tray perfectly balanced on one outstretched hand. Coming to a stop between the lounge chairs the ladies currently occupied, he crooned. "Please take these tokens of my love and refresh yourselves!"
The cook basked in the glow of their attention as both glanced up from their respective reading to accept a drink with murmured appreciation. The hearts in his eyes danced with giddy happiness as he made his way back to the galley, oblivious to his surroundings.
Which was probably why he didn't notice Zoro's prone form next to the mast until he found himself sprawled across the other man.
"Oi!" The swordsman's eyes cracked open to glare at the blonde. "Bastard, watch where you're fucking going!" Strong hands closed on Sanji's shoulders and thrust him viole
Pitch's return ch.18Chapter 18More Like This
Jack's eyes opened slowly to reveal Pitch sitting in a large armchair beside the bed reading. The boy stretched out an arm and poked Pitch's leg with his sleeve covered hand. The Boogeyman looked up from his book. "So you're already awake?" Jack nodded, not wanting to speak, since his throat felt like he swallowed knives. Pitch got out a thermometer. "Open." The frost elf did as he was told and after a short time the numbers read: 89.
The Nightmare King sighed. "That's not good," and he began to walk into another room.
Jack looked confused and realized he didn't want to be alone. "Pitch, wait!" His scratchy voice managed to say.
The man huffed and turned round; his eyes looked like fire. "Jack, be quiet, you're only going to make yourself worse if you keep talking. Say another word and I'll give you nightmares for a week." The young guardian pouted angrily, but pulled the covers up over his mouth. Satisfied, Pitch left the room.
He returned shortly with a sm
Pitch's return ch.1Chapter 1More Like This
Jack Frost was walking alone in the woods, or at least that's what he believed. Not to far away Pitch laughed to himself. "So vulnerable. It's as if you want to be captured." Jack continued walking, completely oblivious to his stalker, do to that fact he was exhausted. Suddenly he heard a strange noise behind him. The guardian turned around, only to have a sharp object fly into his right arm.
"Gaah!" He shouted in surprise, quickly pulling the object out. It was a sharp arrowhead made of black sand. "Pitch," the boy mumbled as his vision blurred. He stumbled and hit the ground, his eyes refusing to stay open. The last thing he saw was Pitch walking towards him, a devious smile on his face.
When Jack woke all he could see was darkness. He tried to move, but realized he was trapped in vines of black sand. The guardian tried to break free, but the sand held him fast.
"Awake so soon?" Jack's eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he glared at the figure approachi
HTTYD - RotG : When the moon spoke Ch 1More Like This
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This is Berk, nice place, nice people and nice pets. The people who live here are Vikings; they are warriors and they never give up.
I spend most of the time here; I think it is like nine months.
By the way, my name is Jack, The Jack Frost. I'm the one who brings the winter, the one who makes the snow and the cool blizzards, and of course the one who makes the snowstorms. Why do I mention it? Well, that is all I know.
One night with a full moon, I woke up in a frozen lake. Then the moon told me that my name was Jack Frost, and that was all…
Umm, do you want more details about me? Well I'm apparently nineteen years old, I'm pretty tall, I have white and messy hair and I have blue eyes. I am always wearing a brown coat; under my coat I have a brown vest and a white long sleeved shirt, and brown pants… oh! And I don't wear any shoes, I like to feel the frozen ground under my feet.
Well this the story of how I
Season's of Love part 2 - FallMore Like This
I don't own Jack frost, Bunnymund or any other character from the Rise of the Guardians Universe, I just love them a lot!
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the fic! I'm having a blast writing it and I'm so thrilled that people are enjoying it. This chapter was harder than I thought it would be, but I wanted to do it justice, and I like the way it turned out!
Aster sat in a small chair next to Jack's bed, staring at the winter spirit's face, which was so pale in nearly vanished into his pillow. He looked so much like he was sleeping that Aster kept expecting those ice blue eyes to pop open, that thin mouth to spread into a smile and tell everyone that he was fine and they could stop fussing over him. He wasn't sleeping though, he wasn't unconscious either. The guardians didn't have a clue what was afflicting their newest member, but the general consensus was it wasn't goo
Seasons of Love part 1 - SummerMore Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part II)Eric had come for me after we’d returned from a day of work, demanding I follow him, which I did. By this point, the Eric Cartman I’d known had become nothing more than a collection of memories; this person, who wore the uniform and never smiled, never once acted as I had remembered him, was not Eric Cartman, but an imposter who’d stolen his skin and worn it was his own.More Like This
On the street, our presence would no doubt cause a great deal of trouble, so Eric whirled around the closest corner, leaving me to hopelessly follow behind him. Once we were in confidence, concealed by the dark cover of night, I spoke first. I felt I was entitled.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, not caring about whatever he’d so boldly come to tell me. Fear had dominated all of me. “We’ve never had hangings before now, random shootings. Oh god, Eric, what’s happening here?”
Eric’s lips were pressed so securely together as he stared me down, but I m
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part I) Alive and WarmMore Like This
The last few days were treacherously warm.
Of course, at the time, I hadn’t known they were the last days in the ghetto, up until the final seventy-two hours. But I was certain none of the others knew the significance of November 15th like I did, and even then, I felt as if I’d cheated.
On what was to become the final day, I woke before dawn to the shrill echoes of a whistle from the streets below. It was so cold, and I felt the contrast from days past to the marrow of my bones. My dreams had been pitiless, and the memories wafting from this deep disremembered part of me became all the more impractical upon my waking in a room as dusty and hard as this. Everything smelt of brick, dust, and ice, and winter’s cold grip had begun its worst on this small corner of the world overnight.
The wailing of Hena’s baby began from the opposite side of the room, and from my spot compressed between those whose language was foreign to my own, I could ove
Kyle and KennyKyle and KennyMore Like This
Kyle and Kenny appear on stage, with everyone applauding, ready to start the screening.
"Hey, thank you everyone for coming out tonight! I'm Kyle," Kyle introduced himself to an applause from the crowd.
"And I'm Kenny!" Kenny said, with an even louder applause, mostly from the girls in the audience.
"How come you got a bigger applause than me?" Kyle asked.
"Maybe because I'm more adorable? I don't know," Kenny shrugged.
"Well, maybe they will see something different after they watch the video we shot. Roll the film!" Kyle walked off stage.
"What does that mean Kyle? You think I shouldn't have done the role? Kyle? Ohhh, here it goes!" Kenny yelled and heads off stage as well as the film starts.
The film starts with Kyle in his room teaching Ike how to play chess.
"Now Ike, the rookie could go anywhere up and down."
"Castle!" Ike shouted.
"It's not a castle! It's a rookie! One of the most useful pieces in chess!"
"Penis!" Ike laughed, pointing to the bishop piece.
Spyro's lost family CH 1ThoughtsMore Like This
Spyro looked out of the window in his room.
Him and Cynder had returned to the temple and was happily greeted by the three guardians and Sparx and they told them everything that had happened, about Malefor and Ignitus's death.
But while Spyro looked outside he felt he still missed something in his life that he needed.
He had the dragoness of his life he could finally live in peace and he was surrounded by all his friends but there was still something missing.
He felt he had a black hole inside of him and he needed to fill it up with whatever it was he missed.
Spyro took a deep sigh and then thought of what it could be.
`I wonder .. If my real parents are alive and out there somewhere ´ he said inside his head and looked at the sun going down.
`Yeah that may be what I miss so much´ he thought and then went to his bed and lied down.
The next morning Spyro walk right to the guardian's champers and he first found Terrador.
"Morning young drago
Spyro x Cynder Valentine's DaySpyro x Cynder story - Burning Rage or Burning Passion?More Like This
Spyro, with Cynder by his side, pressed on through the ashes of the place he once called home. He recognised the big tree that himself and Sparx used to play at...before he threw himself and his brother into this war.
"I feel bad...", Spyro thought. "Sparx had no need to be dragged into this...yet I let him come along anyway. Then again, I guess he is a persistant little bugger...". He also worried about his foster parents. Sparx was probably worried sick about them. "They can't be dead, can they? I don't think I could bare to lose more than what I already have lost..."
Thoughts of Ignitus ran through Spyro's head. "He didn't need to help me....why was I so pushy when I wanted to learn about my past? Why didn't I just let him go in that cave? Sure, he might of been killed by Cynder by then, but..."
The name rang a bell...Cynder.
In his moment of deep thought, Spyro had almost forgotten about the dragoness who was t
ADHDThere was something wrong, but of course, something is always wrong. Never can a day go by when something's "normal." But what is normal? Sure as hell ain't this. What's worse is when you think everything is "normal," but then you realize it not. But that is beside the point in this. A point? Yes, was there ever one? I believe so. Though I can't quite remember... So it must not of been important. Would of remembered it if it was.More Like This
So yes, there is something wrong with everything. Can't ever be "normal" as the world sees it. Just can't be. One moment I'm here, then next I'm gone into my own little world. Don't take it as unkind, this is just who I am. Also with the days I just can't sit still--I just need to move. So I twitch in anticipation for nothing. Is it so wrong that I'm like this? For I really am; not like the fakers and posers playing this off as some game. This is real, a real pain in the ass.
Can't ever be "normal." Why? Because how can you be "normal" when you have to take a
Darling.Darling,More Like This
Can't you tell I'm dying?
You're the breath I breathe,
Your' light is no longer shinning,
and I'm barely holding on.
My heart is breaking,
My hands are shaking,
Autumn Things change. Everything will change. Leaves are orange, yellow, and red. Once upon a time they were green. The wind blows in each direction not favoring one. Autumn is the season I favor every year. More than once I've witnessed the change in atmosphere as September creeps in. The wind blows faster and turns cold to prepare for the winter snow. The cool crisp air whirls around and the leaves now tinted brown spin and dance about. Dull mornings and dark nights are ahead. Birds fly south and children bundle in sweaters and wool hats. The most beautiful season is the season of change. The first days of school, last days of sun kissed tans and bright skies. Everything is different. The mornings become cold. Windows are lightly frosted and the grass is sprinkled with dew. The trees bare while the leaves create a blanket over the tall discolored grass. Photo by photo the scenes are captured by tourists and even ones that have lived in the same spot their whole livesMore Like This
What's Wrong With Me?I sit alone and watch everyone passMore Like This
Whats wrong with me?
Am I too quiet?
Does the look on my face...
I cling to my music and close my eyes
Whats wrong with me?
Am I too dark?
Do the clothes I wear...
I take a chance and look your way
Whats wrong with me?
Am I too creepy?
Does the way i stare at you...
I sigh and begin to mouth some words
Whats wrong with me?
Am I a freak?
Does the tear on my cheek...
I begin to cry and hide my face
Whats wrong with me?
Am I too depressing?
Do my tear stained eyes...
I suck up my feelings and arise to my feet
Whats...wrong with me?
Am I just... not worth it?
Does the way...I'm holding this gun...
...I guess not.
Colours I Never TastedIt is not worth escaping over.More Like This
No, sometimes the sun rises lopsided in the horizon and the
clink of glasses against teeth sets irate neurones off in your mind cavity
and fireflies extinguish on car windscreens in rain storms. Sometimes
August drops down into lake reflections and sometimes October never
sends a breeze to whisper into your ears. But they teach you that all of
that is okay, even when you're watching sunflowers writhe towards the
sun with grey blankets over humid-day hair.
There will always be a dawn. Stay awake for it.
You are not truly living until you have breathed.
And by that, I mean, take two feet and place them on the path
or the grass and inhale April. it doesn't matter if it is not April,
imagine the dandelions and the daffodils and the soft bleat of lambs
and that fresh scent rushing past your nose in long car journeys,
the one that tugs your legs onto the map and tells you 'this is home,
all forty thousand kilometres of it'.
The world is your oyster. Be the pear
Deal With The DevilOnce in a blue moon shall we all see the eyes of the devil.More Like This
I was a girl who sat quiet and alone in her room, listening to music, and being forever alone.
Til one night I sinced a motion to look out my window.
To find something that would change my life forever.
I saw the chariot of Shadow Angels.
They took out their hand to welcome me.
They promised me I wouldn't be forgotten even though I knew that was true to begin with.
I took their hand and joinded them.
I went to hell.
And broke a glass in my bare hands.
Splattered my blood on the paper.
And made a deal with the devil.
My soul was his.
But i wasn't using it anyways.
I became a Shadowed Angel.
An angel that if the devil shall ever want me gone will die and not be missed.
Whether or not i go to Heaven or Hell is undicided.
I've tried to be happy.
But the day i die.
I know i will not be missed.
Im a Shadowed Angel.
Who made a deal with the Devil.
Broke a glass in my bare hands.
Splattered my blood on the pap
Little oneLet me tell you, my friend,More Like This
This story, without end.
It began, not a long time ago,
somewhere in a couple of years.
There was a boy, who’ll love to read,
to sing and to seed,
and to think about what has passed.
The stories about machines that could fly and ride on their own
were the things he didn’t desire.
But what he did want to feel
is the touch of a young living leaf.
He was strange, that little boy,
nobody could understand him.
Why would he long for music,
when weird formulae couldn’t be cracked?
‘Cause you see, my child,
the one that I love
more than the idea of flying.
This boy was so curious,
he was dreaming about eating an apple.
How pecurious, my uncle,
why was that boy the way he was?
Why would he need singing,
if we can just transfer our thoughts?
Well, my child,
my beloved thing,
we don’t really know for sure.
But the rumors were whispering
something went wrong
the day they made him.
Now he longs for ancient books,
difficult to fin
Rain Rain By: Jen G.More Like This
When the rain came down
You were there
By my side through the storms
Telling me to stay strong
You told me it would eventually get better
As the rain fell harder
The cuts got deeper
The blood ran faster
My heartbeat became slower
Then you were gone
It all began to fade
The memories of the past
The good and bad
The love we once shared
I could not remember the reason for living in a world
Where love doesn't exist
All that surrounds is rain
It is blinding my will to see
I tried to stay strong like you wanted
But i knew it was never going to get better
Not as long as the rain poured down on me
Everything faded away
SecretListen closely I'll tell you a secret,More Like This
Though I feel I may regret it
We are so close, too
But can I really trust you?
I do not know how you will react,
Tell me our friendship will remain intact
I do not know what to do,
Tell me that I can trust you
I don't want to live in fear,
Tell me that you'll still be here
It seems my heart is always sore,
But if I leave it'll hurt much more
I want to tell you all about my problems,
But will you be able to solve them?
Why is it that I feel this pain,
When there is not a thing to gain?
I don't desire for you to be cross,
I've already suffered so much loss
If I one day disappear,
No one will know that I'm not here
Please promise me that you'll know,
Promise me you'll do so!
I disire for this friendship to last,
Explain to me what I do not grasp
This secret is killing me!
Just hear my plea!
Won't you listen to my tale?
Let me lift the veil
Please listen from start to end,
I just need my friend!
You're always so sympathetic,
I'll never get it
Do you s
phone guy x purple guyPhone guy was at the pizzeria working his ass off tilt his break. His tie was colored with markers from the kids. Stickers on his ass, and a pizza stain from a kid who threw it at him. In the break room phone took out a magazine about phones. "Hot phone monthly" it said. It had phone with human bodies like him. ( talk about phoner boner ) it was happy land until Vincent came it.More Like This
" hey phone-heart..uh..how come you let kids touch your ass but uh..not me...what's with,...what's with that love." Vincent said with his stoner voice.
"Vincent, there just kids and that's where they could reach to put those stickers."
"so. You say I act like a kid some times,and...uh..that should let me touch your ass phone. I love your ASS!"
"let me touch your butt."
"let. Me. Touch. Your. Ass."
"uuughh, dude just touch your ass!" Phone guy said.
Phone guy keep looking in his magazine. iphones with bikinis barely on them, flip phones with thin see througth blanks around them. Then Galaxy phone