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I Do Not Like To Think

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I Do Not Like To Think

Trigger Warning: Cancer and grieving I do not like to think, that the last time I met you, over three years ago when I was fifteen, I remember more about managing to watch three series of Red Dwarf with my family in the car on the way to your house and back than about you. I do not like to think that I have never met my grandfathers and I have such a small family that five more deaths in the extended family means the reaper will be knocking on my own home door next ready to take those I live and breathe for. I do not like to think that, as I was talking to you all those years ago, the cancer was already starting to make you decay. You were

Poetry

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Poetry

I am not a poet. I cannot make single words that do not belong together tell a story so achingly beautiful that it will make you cry or be sunshine appearing from behind the cloud of my own defenses to fill the world  with warmth and force shadows to retreat or a list of things that summarise my life into neat little lessons because as you know, love; I never was good at lists. Poetry is so far from what I am use to it is like some wild animal, it's nature unknown and therefore terrifying to me, but I watch from afar and admire it's beauty, envy seeping bitterly in as I watched others take to it with ease. It was you who first told me to t

Memory Triggers

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Memory Triggers

Bourbon. I am thirteen and trying to track my little cousin (who sleeps but six hours a night and can run all day and still has to be forced to go to bed!) through a hotel lounge. His parents are talking to some friend in the lobby and we are promised to be here but ten minutes; my father stays with them and I am told that the lounge would be a better place to wait. I find him hiding under a chair and tell him off firmly; this is a four star hotel! It's then my name is called and I turn and smile because it is an old friend's father. He is sitting with a newspaper and a tumbler of amber liquid. My cousin has sulkily retreated to the firep

You Were Mine

Y

You Were Mine

It is funny how people express their affection. I am clingy, I know. A  puppy in constant need of reassurance, but in return you will get never ending support and selfless loyalty....but you learnt that quickly. We slipped from close friends to more so easily...friends who did not have personal space...we knew holding each others hands meant more. You took the initiative thank God because though you were half a year younger you were depressingly more experienced. And I know they called you names for it. Slut. Whore. God knows what else. You had only been with five guys....less than some of them had. You had slept with three. I was

My darling, if I had known....

M

My darling, if I had known....

My darling; if I had known..... If I had known time was so short (ironic, is it not? Life so short but optionally shorter) for us......for what we had: what I discovered; what we slipped into so easily..... I would have told my family. You were my first and I will not say my everything. I would have stayed with you no matter what, dear. I had never called any-one by sugary, affectionate names before. Never had need to, but you became mine. And that was more than I could imagine. So many lessons so little time and nothing could have prepared me for the coming years. I failed you first, I know. But then, seeing you tumble after me int

Training

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Training

What sounded like sonic booms echoed round the training room. It had been emptied, of course, for the Archknights. This time, it’s only two though. But for Empress of Flarunium, every-one cleared out; well, her and her “favourite”. The other Archknights are jealous, but they are too noble, too in love with the idea of being flawless Archknights for their leader, to show it; not publically, at least. And the words on their foolish and loose lips? Who do they gossip about in the corners? Talos Javik. Saved from his burning home planet, raised and tutored by their fearless Admiral herself. And they have every right to be

Pitch Darkness or just another grimy street?

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Pitch Darkness or just another grimy street?

Jean-Louise was bleeding from her nose from the open back-hand across the face and tears blurred the grimy  back-streets of the American city of Sin she called home. It wasn't broken, she had had a broken nose before. The men chasing her had no qualms about beating a child to death; breaking every bone and making her scream before slitting her throat. No-body cared about her, she was just an homeless, orphan upstart who had pissed off their Boss. JL, as all the other kids of the streets referred to her, was Queen. Every-one knew it. She was but 12 years old and she had 18 year olds beating on kids that didn't do as she said. Every-one f

65 years B.R

A Wasteland

A

A Wasteland

Where Angels & Demons, fear to tred-  Inside mortals, troubled heads.

Bonds of the Werewolf

B

Bonds of the Werewolf

I have been given precious Chains from a stranger I met on my stupid little travels into unknown lands. The stranger was kindly, caring, and had magic which I am incapable of wielding; though I do not think she sees how wonderful it is to be able to imbue such power and truth into her words until they flow and become....hypnotic. The Truth in the words speak of pain and love and of raw human emotion in such a way that affects all others who hear it; she explains pain beautifully. Such is her magic. I saw that she was akin to me, a werewolf, if you please; there was a frightening beast that lurked within her, burdening her, making her brig
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I Do Not Like To Think

I

I Do Not Like To Think

Trigger Warning: Cancer and grieving I do not like to think, that the last time I met you, over three years ago when I was fifteen, I remember more about managing to watch three series of Red Dwarf with my family in the car on the way to your house and back than about you. I do not like to think that I have never met my grandfathers and I have such a small family that five more deaths in the extended family means the reaper will be knocking on my own home door next ready to take those I live and breathe for. I do not like to think that, as I was talking to you all those years ago, the cancer was already starting to make you decay. You were

Poetry

P

Poetry

I am not a poet. I cannot make single words that do not belong together tell a story so achingly beautiful that it will make you cry or be sunshine appearing from behind the cloud of my own defenses to fill the world  with warmth and force shadows to retreat or a list of things that summarise my life into neat little lessons because as you know, love; I never was good at lists. Poetry is so far from what I am use to it is like some wild animal, it's nature unknown and therefore terrifying to me, but I watch from afar and admire it's beauty, envy seeping bitterly in as I watched others take to it with ease. It was you who first told me to t

Memory Triggers

M

Memory Triggers

Bourbon. I am thirteen and trying to track my little cousin (who sleeps but six hours a night and can run all day and still has to be forced to go to bed!) through a hotel lounge. His parents are talking to some friend in the lobby and we are promised to be here but ten minutes; my father stays with them and I am told that the lounge would be a better place to wait. I find him hiding under a chair and tell him off firmly; this is a four star hotel! It's then my name is called and I turn and smile because it is an old friend's father. He is sitting with a newspaper and a tumbler of amber liquid. My cousin has sulkily retreated to the firep

You Were Mine

Y

You Were Mine

It is funny how people express their affection. I am clingy, I know. A  puppy in constant need of reassurance, but in return you will get never ending support and selfless loyalty....but you learnt that quickly. We slipped from close friends to more so easily...friends who did not have personal space...we knew holding each others hands meant more. You took the initiative thank God because though you were half a year younger you were depressingly more experienced. And I know they called you names for it. Slut. Whore. God knows what else. You had only been with five guys....less than some of them had. You had slept with three. I was

My darling, if I had known....

M

My darling, if I had known....

My darling; if I had known..... If I had known time was so short (ironic, is it not? Life so short but optionally shorter) for us......for what we had: what I discovered; what we slipped into so easily..... I would have told my family. You were my first and I will not say my everything. I would have stayed with you no matter what, dear. I had never called any-one by sugary, affectionate names before. Never had need to, but you became mine. And that was more than I could imagine. So many lessons so little time and nothing could have prepared me for the coming years. I failed you first, I know. But then, seeing you tumble after me int

Training

T

Training

What sounded like sonic booms echoed round the training room. It had been emptied, of course, for the Archknights. This time, it’s only two though. But for Empress of Flarunium, every-one cleared out; well, her and her “favourite”. The other Archknights are jealous, but they are too noble, too in love with the idea of being flawless Archknights for their leader, to show it; not publically, at least. And the words on their foolish and loose lips? Who do they gossip about in the corners? Talos Javik. Saved from his burning home planet, raised and tutored by their fearless Admiral herself. And they have every right to be

Pitch Darkness or just another grimy street?

P

Pitch Darkness or just another grimy street?

Jean-Louise was bleeding from her nose from the open back-hand across the face and tears blurred the grimy  back-streets of the American city of Sin she called home. It wasn't broken, she had had a broken nose before. The men chasing her had no qualms about beating a child to death; breaking every bone and making her scream before slitting her throat. No-body cared about her, she was just an homeless, orphan upstart who had pissed off their Boss. JL, as all the other kids of the streets referred to her, was Queen. Every-one knew it. She was but 12 years old and she had 18 year olds beating on kids that didn't do as she said. Every-one f

65 years B.R

A Wasteland

A

A Wasteland

Where Angels & Demons, fear to tred-  Inside mortals, troubled heads.

Bonds of the Werewolf

B

Bonds of the Werewolf

I have been given precious Chains from a stranger I met on my stupid little travels into unknown lands. The stranger was kindly, caring, and had magic which I am incapable of wielding; though I do not think she sees how wonderful it is to be able to imbue such power and truth into her words until they flow and become....hypnotic. The Truth in the words speak of pain and love and of raw human emotion in such a way that affects all others who hear it; she explains pain beautifully. Such is her magic. I saw that she was akin to me, a werewolf, if you please; there was a frightening beast that lurked within her, burdening her, making her brig
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Internet or Money?

My savings account screamed as I killed it. I swear, I heard it dying as I took out about....just.....too much. I have no job, and that is.......a lot. On the OTHER hand: ~lawooplz (https://www.deviantart.com/lawooplz) I had a bad-ass laptop!!! :iconepiclaplz: And it was kind enough to ask me to give it a name.....I have called him Steven. So, I have bought Steven and free to roam the internet once again. :iconlachoirplz:

All the curse words under the sun

All the curse words under the sun

My sister's laptop broke. (I was using hers because mine broke) ie. I am screwed. I have to go without internet. I have to go without my online friends. I don't have enough money to buy a new one soon. I am devestated and feel so horribly guilty. I will try to get on the internet as often as possible but God knows......currenly using my bro's when he is at work. That is all.

My sister: Brain-scientist!!!

My sister: Brain-scientist!!!

My sister (step-sis but I love her just as strong as any blood) has been studying nearoscience as the West Sussex university and she has graduated with flying colours!!! ~lawooplz (https://www.deviantart.com/lawooplz) So I am going to Brighton tomorrow and staying there 'till saturday ish. And it's gonna be interesting......Brighton is full of...*ahem* colourful characters and (for you none English folk/people who generally don't know this) has lots of Gay Pride marches which is always great because I'm not freaked out by the interesting characters (such as a very burly man in a skirt who I accidently bumped into and had a nice chat with.....I admit, it was hard not to sta

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