Otaku University Contest Winners! Amount this group donated so far: 870 PointsMore Like This
1st place: Princebardon (winner of 150 points)
2st: place: RonaSaundo67Beatloid (winner of 50 points)
3rd place: Spinoza1996 (winner of 25 points)
4th place: Blueskyish (winner of 15 points)
5th place: Zuzabuby (winner of 10 points)
6th place: VPercent ( winner of 5 points)
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Little place called HellMore Like This
The first thing I always seem to recall when pulling this memory from the deep depths of my mind--which I don't do often, mind you--is how hot it was that first day on the road. My uncle's car was dragging itself along the highway, as if pulled by some stronger mass to which our eyes were blind, like one of the red ants that covered the dry ground outside drags its next meal to the nest.
Through the window streamed large plates of sunlight, reposed from beams into a mere shadow; a visual illusion of the white disk from which they were beating. Hanging high in the never ending sheet of pale blue, the sun seemed brighter than any day I had witnessed back home--skies usually thick with grey and lavender clouds, or blue with the layers of humidity hanging in the air between us and the space it filled.
The second thing I remember was the gold of the dead fields along which we were driving. They glittered, almost like an ocean of nothingness that connected our road to the horizon, and creati
To my Dearest Dearest Delilah,More Like This
Nights have gotten colder. The days are darker as the shrapnel draws nearer. Oh how I miss our days spent together. Do you recall the days at the beach? When the sun had rested perfectly over us, wrapping us in its warmth and light, as if our days would never be disgraced with gloom and darkness? I savor these memories as if they were still mine to cling to. But these memories are not mine anymore. They belong to the man who had waved a sorrowful goodbye to you on the boat that sailed him the farthest he has ever gone.
Now a new man rests in his place. He is frightened of the noises, of the cries and the echo of bullet shells piercing skulls and clanking to the floor as if they rained down endlessly. This man cannot think of anything else but his inevitable death as he runs through the fields of darkness, doing his best to survive and return to you, the woman who still knows the man he used to be. For the man you hold was ki
Memories and DreamsMemories - different worldsMore Like This
Smells and colors and sounds
Even the happy ones make me sad
Workings of Time can make one mad
Dreams - other realities
Illusions and broken intentions
Even the promised ones make me scared
Workings of Space like to be dared
Past. Future. There. Nowhere.
They're all just one great ''Now''
Kuollut ennen kuolemaa14. lokakuuta 2011More Like This
Ne teki sen taas. Ne hakkasi mut ja vielä sylki mun päälle. Ne luulee olevansa jotain niin suurta. Ei mua sattunut paljoa, muualle kuin sydämeen. Mä olen kuollut.
Mä olen ihan helvetin vahva kun meen joka päivä kouluun vaikka tiedän että saan ne samat katseet ja sanat päälleni joka päivä. Mä en muutu kenenkään muun kuin itseni takia eikä mulla ole mitään sisäistä tarvetta muuttaa itseäni.
Mä olen kuin hiiri kissojen saartamana mutta joskus mä olen vielä voittaja. Ja sinä päivänä te kaikki kadutte sitä mitä te mulle teitte. Te tuutte vielä katumaan sitä että te tapoitte mut.
Te tuutte katumaan niin paljon.
20. lokakuuta 2011
Taas se tapahtui. Seuraavaks on sitten teidän vuoro.
Tänään on lokakuun 21. päivä. Luen edellisen päivän päiväki
Sugarless pt. 5“Why, of all people”, Zero whispered sadly, “I had to fall in love with you?”More Like This
Max froze and stared at him in dark hallway. “What?”
Zero didn’t say anything to that, he just stared the wall darkly and tried hard not to blush. He failed miserably. When Max let go of his arm and took few steps back Zero raised his head and glared at pink haired young man. He couldn’t concentrate to anything when he finally realized Max’s lack of clothing.
“Did you mean that?”
Max’s voice was barely a whisper, and Zero couldn’t look into Max’s red, glowing eyes.
“So what if I did?”
Silence. There were no words that met air in long time, and at last when Zero looked at younger male, he surprised of what he saw.
Max was pulling tight, purple jeans on.
“What are you doing?” Zero asked confused. He had no idea what to do. It was true that he loved Max, but Max was male. It was the first time when Zero fe
Sugarless pt. 4Max was startled awake by a sound that he didn’t really recognize with his fuzzy brain. He raised his head from his flat pillow and his sleep blurred thoughts were moving slowly as he tried to understand what he had to do. Dark room was silent before the noise was heard again, louder.More Like This
There was someone at the door.
Max got up, fighting his way from beneath thick blanket and navigated himself towards the door, almost tripping to his jeans that he had left on the floor. Knocking was heard again, sounding impatient. Max was too tired to care about his lack of clothing; he wore just a pair of pink boxers that hung low on his slim hips.
“Dammit, I’m coming”, he muttered darkly as he grabbed a hold of the lock and turned it. He had no idea who it might be this late, but thinking about locked main entrance it possibly was a neighbor. What it was about, he had no idea, but thinking that it would probably be someone from the same house calmed him down.
Door opened and he