I have to do something. I have to I have to remove it? That doesn't make sense. I have to open my eyes? I don't want to. There's cold rock when I reach out; rough textures and cool metals, and horrid pain. The constant fear of being stabbed.
I don't want to open my eyes.
But I can't remember why.
It's hard to think about it; I don't want to think about it. There's a memory beneath the surface, but it scares me. I don't want to reach for it. I want to run away. I don't know where to run to. I have to get away.
It feels so hard to think.
There are things around me. These these things. These things I can't seem to name. They're sharp and pretty, but they hurt soooo bad. I have to name them. If I can't name them, I might not be able to avoid them; they might hurt m
"I I don't I don't have your homework today, Jace," he whimpered, the voice grating on his ears. He ground his fist deeper into the locker, taking the pain in return for the look of stark terror on Willy's face as he let out another grin.
"You don't have my papers, huh? Guess you only did enough homework
"That's not very nice, you know." Vorhias froze, the gentle press of something vaguely cylindrical pressing between his shoulder blades. "Not that there's anything that says one has to be nice; it's often frowned upon in my line of business, in fact. But you could have at least thrown it out a few blocks further from where you got it."
"Who are you?" It was the only question that entered Vorhias head. He'd have thought there'd be a thousand questions in a situation like that, but only one was presenting itself. It was an unfortunately stupid question, though; As if someone with a gun was going to calmly announce who he was.
Survivors of the Bimbo Virus, Part Two
For a second, he froze. Where was he?
Looking around, he saw a bare ceiling, no lights hanging from it, nothing to hint a location. The walls had a mirror, a bookshelf, and a movie poster for the Dawn of the Dead remake but nothing Jason could recognize.
Then, he remembered. He remembered Derek, his fallen comrade, and the hordes of bimbos running down the maze of streets that was suburbia, remembered the signs proclaiming salvation for any survivors. Jason froze. He remembered the bimbo walking out of the house. He held his breath in his lungs. If he was in the same house there might be a bimbo.
He looked around the room, searching for anything that might aid to his defense. Strangely enough, he was wearing the same clothes, and his supplies were placed neatly by the bed. Looking into the mirror, Jason breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't a bimbo, which meant he still had a
Survivors of the Bimbo Virus, part One
Jason rose above the car, looking around wildly.
You see anything? Derek asked.
Not yet, Jason said. You?
No, Derek said. Where are they?
Who knows, Jason said. Having massive orgies.
You know, Derek said, Thats not such a bad image.
Considering that most of them were guys, it should be, Jason snapped. Now quiet. Stay in the shadows. Jason signaled to move forward, and the two survivors crossed the suburban street, which was littered with debris; papers and trash lay on the ground, followed by the occasional lingerie. Smoke rose from smoldering fires from where panicked victims threw gasoline onto their lawns in an effort to stop their attackers. Tubes of lipsticks on the lawn proved that they were unsuccessful.
They probably just waited for the fire to
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
My life was a normal one.
I went to college.
I had two parents and a younger brother.
I even had a couple girlfriends.
And it would have remained normal.
If I hadn't found that notebook.
A notebook that gave me the power to change the world.
It was a hot summer day, I was going to my last exam, and was ready to spend the whole summer vacation as fully as my low funds could afford.
Ending the exam half an hour before anyone else, I had the opportunity to get out of the class and into the empty corridor with a broad smile in my face; not only was I sure I had aced the test, but even if I hadn't, my grades would assure I wouldn't have to go to reparation exams.
Meaning I was free to do as I desired till September.
As I wal
His friend Harry however revelled in this animalistic environment. He had much more success with girls in clubs, and liked to brag about how many girls he had managed to make out with. Harry had gotten tired of Luke ruining his fun with his moping and complaining, so he decided that it needed to change. He bought some pills from a guy hanging round the club, who with a sly grin told them that it would make his night a whole lot more inter
Stew was a typical guy. Video games, music, most generic things people enjoy doing. Bored on his computer one day he checked his email. He noticed one that stuck out, with the subject "Change things up!" With his curiosity spiked, he clicked to find a questionnaire on it. Bored enough, he decided to answer the questions for fun and send it over. He looked over it noticing it to be a rather strange one involving being a girl. He still went through with it and printed it out to answer it.
Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?
"Yes, I'd only write cursive" Stew wrote, not noticing his fingers becoming elegant and dainty with his arms becoming slender and losing muscle.
Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink?
"Yes, but it's not my favorite color." he wrote, as his legs lost muscle and took on feminine proportions, as he wrote exclusive in cursive and neater.
“Oh boy!” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes, “What now?”
“Is this about buying more toilet paper?” Reggie asked, “Because I told you, I’ll get some on my way home from work tomorrow!”
“It’s about the state of this damn place!” John yelled at the two. The three roommates were piled into their apartment’s living room. John was a tall guy with a lanky build and beard and the person who initially asked for roommates in the first place. Reggie and Daniel, smaller in size but bigger in muscle, were his roommates.
“What about it?” Daniel asked.
“Look at it!” John stated angrily. The two roommates gla
"In that case, let's not waste time," He said curtly, greeting Tails with an indifferent nod. "What's the situation, and how can I help?"
Rouge smirked. "Don't be so cold to Tails. He's the one who's gonna be giving you your debriefing."
Tails scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, it's not really that big of a deal...anyway!" Tails did his best to sound professional. "Agent Shadow, you have been recruited for a new testing initiative to test the battlefield application of a new type of environmental armor. The contents of this storage unit are designed to alter your body chemistry and genetics to help you adapt to different climates, environme
My scream echoed throughout the abandoned city. I turned down and s
“You are such a BITCH!”
This was a part of her job that Denise hated: having to deal with angry students. In this case it was Jenna, a student that the young high school history teacher had had problems with before.
“Young lady, just because the rest of the class has already left for lunch gives you no right to speak to me in such a way!” Denise’s tone was quiet but firm. “The grade you got is the grade you deserve.”
“If I was a cheerleader or a jock you wouldn’t say that, you’d at least let me do it over! God this is so unfair! Why are you even a teacher anyway, you are so not good at it!”
“Maybe if you spent more time on your schoolwork Jenna, and less time worrying about what you’re going to wear, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“What do you know? You wear the same boring shit every single day. You are just jealous; you wish you coul