'IB' - Chapter Five
As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.
On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.
Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environm
ZaDF - Stand Together pt.1It was Monday, the worst day of the week. It was the day it all started anew, the day he cursed his routine, his life, and even at times his very existence. More importantly, it was the day that the bullies were at their most vicious. They detested returning to skool and the only way they saw fit to quail this fury was to take it out on everyone else most notably Dib.More Like This
He tried to fight back, but it was never any good. Fighting only made it worse. The bruises would be a shade darker and the blood run a little more heavily. So he ran, that is if he had the will. Sometimes he just didn't care. He thought maybe if he didn't react, if he showed no emotion not fear, not hatred, not even hurt then perhaps they would find a new victim. But they never did.
Sure occasionally Zim got the brunt of their anger too, but it was never the same. They weren't afraid of Zim per say, but Zim always managed to get out far better looking than the other kids and especially more so than h
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.More Like This
Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment.
You are awesome. No, really, you are.
You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now.
Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too.
Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less.
It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do.
If you have no friends, I ca
DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
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the memories we shared,
the lessons we learned,
the persons who cared.
Words gone unsaid,
the lives drifting apart,
my school life ending,
my true life given start.
Regret growing inside,
of the words left unspoken,
the lives I wished to touch,
my heart torn and broken.
Those friends so far away,
distant and grown mature,
my memories beginning to fade,
the life of my childhood a blur.
A familiar smile,
comes in to view,
my eyes begin to open,
thank God, it's you.
I saw an AngelI saw an Angel.More Like This
No, he wasn't abnormally beautiful with gorgeous blond locks, nor did his eyes shine as bright as the Caspian sea. He didn't have wings either, nor did he wear clothing adorned in white that shined brighter than the sun itself.
He was as plain as I was, perhaps even plainer. Though blond, his hair wasn't brilliant, in fact, it was dirty and matted. He wasn't the picture of perfection either, in fact, he was the opposite.
Pale and thin, dirty and uncared for, I saw him in the alley with a needle stuck in his arm.
A dose of heroine destroyed him, spoiled him...but I still saw an angel.
Perhaps it was the smile he gave me, when I gave him fifty cents go buy some cigarettes.
Perhaps it was the way his dull eyes looked at me, lost and distant....alone.
Perhaps it was the way they screamed, “I'm still human”.
I saw an Angel.
She stood at the corner of the street, striking a pose for all to see.
There in the Red Light District, beautiful and elaborated with m
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It's been years, now, and David Hoover still couldn't get the gruesome image of out of his mind. It brought chills to his spine.
That monster. It's uneasy gaze, it's terrible, upside-down smile, it's tilted body.
A deformed man. A disturbed man. A man that still continues to chase him to this very day, even if in his nightmares.
That amused man. That swift man.
That mysterious man.
That deadly man.
That crooked man.
It still haunted him to this very day, and most likely always would. But that was alright. We all have our fears...David Hoover's was just...
a tad bit more...unique, if you'd like to describe it in that way. After the many close encounters with the strange beast, David had eventually
given up on his quest to find the former owner to the new apartment of which he had recently moved into, and decided to go back to his ordinary
days, days which he did not plan on spending in that horrid hell that is supposed to be an apartment. Instead he found a new place, w
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Chapter 14: A trip to the library and the bathroom
“Wow…” Billy said in awe as his eyes roll around the library “never really thought the library would be this big…”
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Why? You’ve never been in here before?”
“I guess I’ve been here a couple of times before, but that was a long time ago, back when I was still going to school” he looked at me and shrugged, “Timmy would always drag me here whenever we had homework.”
“And that was back then when I didn’t have a computer and/or internet.” Timmy butted as we all walked across the library.
Billy was still rolling his head around to look across the whole library. “The library has gotten a lot bigger since the last time I came here. Why would there be this many books in such a small town?”
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Pain was all that seemed to be on your mind as you woke up the next morning. You groaned softly as you tried to sit up. The pain that rushed through your head was exquisite; much worse than you could ever think was possible. It had felt like someone had struck you in the head with a metal bat. You could now only manage to move your head.
"Hey, _______...." A voice whispered to you.
You could see Dib sitting beside you with a wet cloth. You winced weakly as the cool rag was placed on your forehead.
"T-this should help a little...." He said softly and you could hear the sadness in his tone of voice. "I-I called your Mom.... I told her that you were here and were staying for the weekend..."
You tried to say something but couldn't find any words to say.
"I... I'm sorry this happened to you...." Dib softly said.
You could now feel his hand against your cheek.
"_______......." He said, his voice actually seeming to crack. "Y-you're fever has gotten really
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NOTICE: This story constants events the Jeff the Killer himself would normally do. If you're not ok with Blood, swearing or other things of the Nature this isn't the story for you.
on a side note sorry its so long....I got carried away...
She reviews the notes from the notorious killer’s data base, making her way down the hall to the questioning rooms. A terrible gut-wrenching feeling about this interview is surging through her being, but her superiors are pushing for it. She stops at the room location for the pat down and is instructed to remove anything that had any metals, leaving her with only the ear piece and papers with the interview questions.
"Remember, the only thing you need to do is ask the questions or actions we request. Understand?" The voice say into her ear.
She reaches the room where the interview is to taking place, the heavy door giving precedence over her.
ZaDr- The CoatDib's alarm went off. He sighed to himself. He knew that it was time to get up, get dressed, and go to that Hell hole they call school. But that ment seeing Zim. Zim. He kissed Zim, yesturday, right? That wasn't just a dream? He hoped it wasn't. He began thinking about the kiss again. It made his heart flutter and he smiled to himself in the dark.More Like This
As Dib was putting his black trench coat on, he found something in the pocket. He smiled again once he relised it was a note from Zim. He must've slipped it in as the hugged the fina time before they parted and went into their homes. He began reading it. "Dib-love, I do hope you are aware that now that you have violated my space and taken advantage of my lips, you are now my mate for life. I shall see you tomarrow at school. And what was that thing you said...oh yes, I love you. Zim" Dib kissed the note, put it back into the pocket, and walked out the door.
As Dib walked into the world he felt rain his is head and face. He looked up and saw t
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It started like any other normal day...um, or as normal as a day can get for you at least.
You were walking home from another boring day of school, honestly it was past boring, sitting all day in class writing an essay after essay about things like: Happiest moment in your life, Worst moment in your life, Most inspiring moments in your life...
‘Pft, like I can remember? I would have forget my own head at home if it wasn't attached to my body.’ You grimaced inwardly, the streets in your neighborhood where empty, not a human or a car in sight. This you found a bit strange, yet didn't think to much about it.
Something cold dripped on your head, you looked up at the sky, the clouds where black and they looked quite menacing. It was going to rain. Soon. You decided that you didn't want to spend the rest of the week with a cold, so like any normal person would do, you sprinted thre
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.More Like This
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M