Holy Home Remodeling (purification tf) by AwesomePencil, literature
Literature
Holy Home Remodeling (purification tf)
Today was already going down the shithole for Annie. For starters, she was rudely woken up that morning by her neighbor moving their yard, forced to get out of her bed groggy and poorly rested, only having slept 4 hours that night. Then, she ended up burning her pancakes that morning, smelling like an piece of scorched wood in her nose as she only barely fixed the constant blaring of her smoke alarm. And finally was there was the goddamn sun. It was so fucking bright for Annie and her punk self, not even her blinds could've saves the goth as she sat in her living room, her day ruined as she tried to improve it the one way she knew how: music. The rebellious Annie really only had one thing she considered much of a hobby: hardcore rock. It's what brought the girl her enjoyment and soul, and her way of sticking it to the preppy masses of her neighborhood. Along with her signature turn jeans and satan star tank tops, she was always trying to get along the message of
Chapter 1 - Kindling by radiolarianprotist, literature
Literature
Chapter 1 - Kindling
How could someone so kindhearted become so corrupt?
So tyrannical?
So very terrible?
How did you become so…
EVIL?
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Purifying the Soul – The Origin of Evil
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It only hurts when they talk about it
Talk about it
Behind your back
He says we've got to get thinkin' about it
Thinkin' about it
Oh, how can it be
How can you feel so lonely
Fourteen is the number, needs to be purified,
Fourteen is a sweet, sweet age
Fourteen is the number, needs to be sanctified,
Fourteen haunts your nightmares.
It's so ugly
They're not a thing of the past
And now their future is crossed
Because we're fourteen
Fourteen is the number
It only hurts when they speak
Speak it aloud
Right in your name
He says we've got to turn it around
Turn it around
But how can we
The whole system, th
We all have regrets, we all have faults and failings for which we feel weighed down by. In life we are often judged by these things, but they are not who we are. We can stand above these things in the shower of time, letting them wash away in oblivion. We can, tame after time, be cleansed and clean in the choices and standards that we make. We can stand above our own wickedness and become pure.
[PA] A Calling [WMS 2 - BA] by calypxo, literature
Literature
[PA] A Calling [WMS 2 - BA]
The white magic classroom, set within the familiar and cozy chapel, always felt like a safe place. Even dimly lit, Aurelia held no concerns stepping inside, closing the heavy doors behind her. It smelled faintly of incense as she stepped further inside, and the familiar scent of dark wood. Her boots were quiet against the stone floor as she hurried up to the front of the room, her interest caught by a shimmering blue light that cast strange shadows across the room. It was no globe or lamp, however, nor witch-light or wisp. It was, she realized… Aphara.
Or, something that looked like her.
As she came to a stop at the fron