Chapter 1: The Scout
After a week has naturally passed since the first encounter of the field medic that found her, the tiny girl is carefully hiding between two enormous crates in the RED base’s garage, hesitating for the precise moment to miraculously escape into the plain, carefully seeking for something to fiercely defend herself from some small animals and modern humans that stalks the moonlit night that someone else must’ve instantly dropped during the fierce war or while instantly relaxing.
Last night, she couldn’t sleep at all because of her economic trauma from the battle earlier in the day that she instantly saw and the distinctive sounds of soft squeaking from the other side of the wall of where she is that was from the rats that quietly creep in the halls.
The specific reason that she’s carefully hiding between the two
Chapter 3: Held The following day, the tiny BLU Engineer was still laying on the plush pillow that the giantess got for him to lay down on, without unexpectedly moving any parts of his body as he lay peacefully.
As for the giantess, she didn’t budge a single inch from her spot either as she meditated with her eyes gently closed, not even uttering any audible noises either.
After what had seemed to be undoubtedly countless hours, the tiny BLU Engineer finally woke up, slightly groggily from sleeping for a long time, instantly noticing he was inside an unfamiliar room than the hallway that he fondly remembers for the last time before passing out.
Sitting up slightly, he gently rose from the plush pillow that he was carefully placed against, completely taking off the gray lens goggles that he traditionally wears, revealing that he naturally has steel blue eye color
Chapter 1: The Strange Creature It was typically a typical night for the modern day.
No one was intentionally walking, typically talking, or typically doing anything in the dark.
All except a familiar villain, that lives in a manor in the middle of the street, that looked dark and gloomy.
He has dark gray skin, razor sharp, pointy teeth with a greenish tint.
He sports a dark top hat with a maroon band as well as donning a rimless monocle, a trench coat, a gray waistcoat, black gray pants, a red dress shirt, and a black tie.
The villain also appears to wear dark gray gloves and occasionally carries with him a black walking stick.
His shoes are black with white spats.
He grumbled angrily and watched the monitor, grumbling underneath
Our ShaniThis poem’s my sorry
You passed on and
We had absolutely no body
And a lover
I can see what you meant
You wanted to fight
Until the bitter end
I know you did not give up
You had no other way
You left the only way
You did well
I see you in my dreams
But I can not apologise
I wish I can see you one more time
To tell you how much I have missed you
How your smile and wobbly twirl
Made us laugh and think we love this girl
I got the news and ran all I could
Saw everyone else crying like they should
You were the life of our friendship
That even in your death
You made us put a smile on other’s faces
Even in your death
You made us laugh
You would not have had it
Any other way
Why are you gone?
You seemed so happy
I did not know
But I really need you
You were the strongest
I wake up
Expecting a call
Where you would complain
And just talk
Sometimes I can see you
When you have no guide
I am sorry
You’re gone bef
Diamond FortressSo far
No one walking in
If they got closer
See the flowers
Every rose its thorns
A place called home
Beautiful – frightening
Can’t see the beauty
Darkness flicker light
The moat is the pond in which
Water lilies lie
The the the thorns – here
Ugly bricks are
The terrible moss
Is the beautiful garden
The copper colour
The smell of what was down
Can you find the
Love within at all
Look at the brick work
Walk in the same road
Her footsteps – the love
She walked in yellow
As bright – the sun
Time has made her different
The things we must do She entered the elegantly decorated room with slow calm steps and made her way to the ornate bed carved with the elaborate designs of mythical creatures and fabled places, stoping only when she reached its side to gaze down at the figure that slept peacefully upon it. A slight breeze came through the open window and brushed back the thin curtains allowing the full moon to shine down on him and her breath caught at the sight before her. The soft silk sheets that did little to cover him and his bare beauty was just as majestic and breathtaking as the first night he had shared her bed
And yet it had to end.
Moving over him she straddled his waist and softly pressed her mouth against his. He sighed and opened his clear blue eyes to look up at her. Those eyes, they had never been able to keep secrets from her. Soon, they would not hold any secrets at all.
He smiled at her then, the way he always had; w
Every Last OneShe discovered an eclipse had molded into her cheek
Small once, but grown now to overtake her silken eyes
Her innocence key strung her neck with iridescent pearls
But it now dripped, soaking with lust and lies
Overdosed on euphoria and sin
She was arrogant and naïve
Split by two thorns
She loved but could easily deceive
She slyly enslaved a lover’s spine
With a grip to suffocate a cadaver
It sprouted vessel wings that emitted crimsons and violets
But he gagged on her grave ballad with her dagger
Extinguishing the candle within his eyes
She was left incomplete and unable to release
While his bones cascaded down her emaciated body
She adorned his flesh he had unwillingly leased
No such thoughts of abandonment crossed her mind
She lied with his stolen soul until his resurrection
In a glorious rotten cocoon that she had made him into
To baptize him to her, there would be no exception
She forced her passion into his blood
And absorbed his dead air deep into her lungs
The RouteWalked in the lane
Of the broken hearted
Was told I belong
Down the alley
This wasn’t the right place
Went back to
The road I take
There are lovers
At the end - a staircase
Don’t know to where
Too scared to ask
Never took it
Never felt I could
Too scared to know
Down the road - are beggars
Dressed in colours dull
Not for money
Just to see colour
And the sun
My avenue is for
With a staircase
Too scared to approach
For the lovers
Who lost love
We all walk together
We know it isn’t over
Unlike the alley
I was told to walk in
There people think
They have no hope
We stick together
until we cross
To the other side
The beggars ask
To go - the staircase
Some say heaven
How would I know
Never dared to ask
Obligation UndismayedWithin this day a solemn oath
A pact was made
Under a lovely shade
I feared to promise
So I just said OK
But today in the memory
Of that vow
I said it three
Like we agreed
And now I’ll say
I know I’ll have to pay
Within this day
That’s slightly grey
Unlike the shade
We were in that day
The solemn oath was made
I give my word and pledge
I will not fall to the edge
And see my eyes that overcome
The fear of a vow I should have done
I finally promise I will become
The best artist there is to everyone
Sand's HookAt night in the desert
You will see the deception
See the eyes that wrote
All the scary conceptions
At day in the desert
You will find an intellect
You might think it's a defect
But it’s something to reflect
You see us and wonder
If our pain is apparent
We’ll tell you stories
How dunes carried our glories
Made us believe
Forget and promise
If you ask us
We will tell you
Our fights and wars
Our laughs and promises
We will also tell you
What we are thankful for
The night’s secrets
The day’s clarity
The mind’s forgetfulness
Thank God we forget
We forgot how our people
Tricked us into falling
Into loving it
Ask us what we love the most
The answer’s always one
FaultHe contracted her disease of roses hanging in his eyes
Tightly noosed at their necks, they swung in tandem like a pendulum
Taunting him with their envious deed and memory
His throat was only just now stapled shut, both sideways and upside down
To keep it all silenced away while his dying eyes were lost to the other side of the mirror
No distraction could take him away from the new blood pooling in his mouth
A warm kiss at last
He felt content but needed to redeem himself, placing the color back into their veins
Along with his dismembered and porous bones
He then alone dispersed and fleeted; exsanguinated into sewn pieces of flesh, contaminated with tainted wires
His hands were mocked of pallor, why was he so lack luster?
Obeying to the tightly bound and unforgiving, he was submerged in cemented thorns, gashing him profoundly
But it wasn’t enough to satisfy their suicidal intentions
So hypnotized by devil energy, he dissevered his neck from his spine
Merging the crystaliz
the Cheaters FateWelcome home, my dear...
How was the trip?...
Was it now?...
Ah, I see...
So what did you do after that?...
Is that why you're so pale?...
Why do you keep doing that?...
Love, why are you holding that knife that way?...
Why would you say such things?...
Pleas no! I'm sorry...
Yes! Yes I know shouldn't have done it, but...
Please, I'm sorry!...
No he didn't mean anything to me!...
Please, I'm sorry!...
What?Why? B-because- I don't know- I'm sorry...
Please don't do this, I'm so sorry!...
Please I'm sorry!...
I did ask...I asked them
to peel apart their skin
and show me whats inside
So I could watch
their beating hearts
as they slowly died
Dimly LitI've never noticed how nice her Monroe curls were until I looked around the room, it made the
lamps bright, and the walls elegant; beneath the moons gaze, through the torn faded velvet drapes,
giving us enough concealment. Her rapid movements could match the palpitations of her heart, though,
the expression shown once she turned around didn't reflect as well.
She walked backwards until she felt the bed, while pressing down the side of her stomach she softly
laid atop of the bed and wrapped herself beneath the sheets, her skin blending into the bleached
cotton. Her body on its side and her legs crescent, she removes her hand and looks. I guess she
couldn't tell if the red spots on her polka dot shirt were by design, or hers. I saw her eyes start
to dry out while she saw the blood rolling down each finger.
I stumbled my way to the side of the bed, just as she would've. I try to sympathize and so I lean
close to her face and gently turn it, so I could look into her faded stare. Only th
Lost Letters- 4th CorrespondenceDear Leia,
when I first met you, you were a delicate little thing, with your tiny hands, thin waist and small body; I thought you were child at first. In my defense I am a vary, vary old man and therefore my perception of time and/or age is not always the most reliable. Sometimes I wonder if your vulnerability is why he fell for you. You were so weak he could have broken you right in half. At the same time you had the power to give him the strength he needs to restrain himself.
He once called you his eye. This completely baffled me at the time. I could not figure out what on earth, in haven or the hell he meant by it. That is not until my trip to in to Death Valley to visit an old friend. During my weeks stay there we had a magnificent storm come through town. During the middle of the entire rattling and howling the entire racket stopped suddenly. We waited only a few moments before looking outside.
It was beautiful L
Lost Letters- 2nd correspondenceDear Leia,
I hope you are are doing well. It has been a month since I sent you my first letter and still you have yet to respond. If you are worried I will tell him, do not be. I give you my word I will not rat you out, and if anything I am a man of my word.
While I have been waiting for your reply, I have had nothing to do now that our mutual friend does not come to see me anymore. You know how I hate to sit idly by, so I have taken the liberty of finding his whereabouts and thought it was only fair for me to send word of him to his lover. Don't deny that you have been worrying about him, I know you have, after all it is the only thing you did whenever he left you with me and went off by his self.
Anyway it turns out he spent some time with Xakery after you left him with me and he ran off (not that I am bitter about that or anything). Apparently he has met up with Johann which means he has started to look for you. As promis
JohnWhen I was young I hated my “dad’
Every night he beat the crap outta me
Then one day a man came to my house
He told me he killed a man once
I didn’t care
I didn’t care because of the way he looked my mom
He looked at her like she was a damned angel straight from the arms of God
And it wasn’t just the way he looked at her
It was the way he touched her
He didn’t hit her or hold her down
No, when this man touched my mom, he kissed her
Even if it was just with his hands or even his finger tips
He was kissin her
One day he came to my school
He took me to an ok place and bought me a soggy burger
He asked if I was ok with livin some ware else
I said yes “I’m ok with it’
I didn’t care ware I lived
As long as it wasn’t with my “dad”
That day he took me to his house
It wasn’t a big fancy house like the kids at school talked about
In fact it was sorta small
But it was enough
Enough for him, me, and my mom
CollectionI walked in
He said you suffer
I said Doctor
Why the aggression
Just tell me how
Much is the session
Will tea time help
I want the good herb
He continued to ask
Did anyone cause you
Repression or suppression
You seem to lack
I said only with
You see doctor we
And I have nothing
It is a special kind of
Direction making me
In your attention
Let me enjoy my
That’s all for now
Allow me to go
I never cured my
Knowlgdge is Wealth I’ve always just “known’ things.
When I was five dad planed a family trip to Disney world but I just “knew” we were never going to make the trip. A week before we were supposed to leave a drunk driver crashed into my mom’s car. She was dead before they reached the hospital.
I’ve never been to Disney world.
When I was ten, dad moved us to Washington. When he dropped me of the first day of school we met Miss Sherlyn kemp and I just “knew” she was going to be the best mom ever. Eighteen months latter dad finally got up enough courage to ask her to marry him.
Every year on the day my mother died mom bakes her favorite meal and calls the whole family over to celebrate the women who help create her family.
When I was thirteen, mom invited my best friend’s family over for dinner. Johnni was my friend’s snot-nosed kid brother, but I just
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