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Time Out 1A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool. An age regression story. 6 min read.
The morning sun drooped behind the windowpane, pale as a nectarine. Erik drummed his fingers on the preschool’s reception counter, absently scanning the autographed artwork on the wall. There was a splotchy red fish by Ryder, hand-smeared tulips by Paige, and what looked like a papier-mâché caterpillar by… Nicolas.
The name uncorked a torrent of anger and resentment that he’d been trying to suppress all day. When the station commander had departed for her conference, he’d expected to be the one left in charge. Instead, it had been his archrival, Nico, who had received the honor.
Erik seethed at the thought of the cocky pipsqueak perched on the commander’s swivel chair, issuing orders and directives, while he was out doing fieldwork in, of all places, a damn preschool. Him, five-time Detective of the Year, with the physique of a bank safe, li
and all must fade awaythis way
the earth rotates
all sorrow end here
I have watched too many
Craig went to his boyfriend’s work place, Tweek’s Cupcake Shop, so he could propose to him in marriage. Craig opened the door and walks into the shop, seeing Tweek in his apron, handing cupcakes to his old friend from college, Wendy Testaburger Marsh, who was now married to Stan Marsh, an old friend from high school. She was wearing a floral pattern on her shirt and black leggings, showing off her figure. She and Stan had begun their life, and were raising to kids- a son and daughter named Samuel, which they had nicknamed Sam, and Lillian, which they had nicknamed Lily. Craig wanted to start a life with Tweek, and hoped it would be as good as Wendy made it sound.
“Hey, Wendy?” Craig asked, hoping she wasn’t interrupting anything.
“Oh, hi, Craig. How are you today?” She replied, setting down the chocolate and vanilla cupcakes on one of the tables in the shop, reverting her attention entirely to Craig and the conversation. She wasn’t interr
Cartman the Babysitter Ch.1Summary: Wendy asked Cartman to babysit her son while she and Stan visits her mother in law at the hospital. Wendy may soon regret her decision.
Wendy was calling someone on the phone to babysit her son, Sam, who is now one years old and can now walk but still can't talk.
The reason Stan is not here right now is because he has to visit his mother in the hospital, and Stan told Wendy that Sharon has stage 2 breast cancer and may have to undergo chemotherapy.
Wendy was sad that her mother in law has breast cancer, which is ironic because Wendy was promoting breast cancer awareness at south park elementary school when she was a kid.
This means that Wendy must meet Stan at the hospital, which is, by the way, 4 hours away. Wendy called Bebe, Kelly, Kyle, and Kenny but they said their not available right now.
Bebe is still working while breastfeeding Levy, and Kyle is still in court dealing with a case that involves butters being charged with child molestation because he kept touc
They say money talks
Yet they wonder why I'm silent.
They say money brings you happiness
Yet they wonder why I'm so negative.
They say money opens doors.
In YouIn you, is a hawk that reaches the highest mountain tops.
In you, is a river that flows and never stops.
In you, is a flame that burns with light.
In you, is a hurricane of phenomenal might.
In you, is a sky of azure blue.
In you, is honesty, forever true.
In you, is a primrose ready to bloom.
In you, is a hero, salvation from doom.
In you, is the lullaby of an innocent bluebird.
In you, is the beauty of a poet's word.
In you, is the whisper of a warm Summer breeze.
In you, is eternal warmth that will never freeze.
In you, is an anesthetic for another's pain.
In you, is a shelter from the hollow rain.
In you, is a person who wants to be loved.
In you, is a person who can be loved.
In you, is a person who should be loved.
In you, is a person who will be loved.
The Pen of GuiltI bought a pen today,
Ball-point, black, all I can say,
I took it home, put it to paper,
And how the words came, like a wave, but greater,
I let people down, blamed all but me,
But the pen, scrawled it down for all to see,
Every law broken, every lie told, every life lost
I couldn't stop it, my muscles turned to frost,
Guided by The Pen of Guilt,
That some demon built,
A sword with no hilt,
Like a flower, I wilt,
It took all things, great and small,
Words across the page, then onto the wall,
But there was one shame that repeated,
How I wish I had retreated,
In perfect handwriting, not a letter out of place,
It painted the picture, my friend's flawless face,
They were troubled, begging for my advice
And me? I laughed once, twice, thrice,
"Stop messing me around and get away from the tracks!"
"Why won't you listen?" she says as her heart cracks
I shake my head I wouldn't believe her, couldn't,
"You don't care, but then, you shouldn't!"
I think they're crocodile tears, if she was serious
Dog Days 3A broke young man revisits his childhood summer job. An age regression story. 3 min read.
The fluorescent diner glowed like a bug lamp in the night. It had been a long walk, but the monotony of oscillating between his home and the Callaghans’ and the agony of enduring Ayla and her friends had grown too much for Trevor to bear. He needed to go somewhere, a familiar nook where he could relax and chill. A hard rain was beginning to fall, and he ducked in thru the doors just in time.
The place smelled of coffee and home fries and was steaming with the bustle of the waitresses. Rain whapped at the windows, and a college football game hovered on the screen over the cash register. He grabbed the free newspaper and settled down at the counter. The waitress came and he nearly ordered a beer, before catching himself and asking for a milkshake instead, which arrived in a frosted glass with a neon pink straw.
The doors heaved open, and to his horror, a pair of his old schoolmates shuffled in
Too generous A young man who worked for a hospital spent his free time volunteering at a homeless shelter run by two attractive women. He would go there on weekends and help the other volunteers clean, feed, and give medical aid to the people in need. At the shelter, he befriended two homeless vagabonds and frequently played board games with them. His buddies asked him about the shelter, his job, and the two pretty owners. The young man thought for a moment and said,
"Their bums were a bit dirty, but once we cleaned them off they were a lot of fun to play with!"
Mum N' PopPop popped off at the mouth
at a popular popstar as he
drank some soda pop.
He called her a pop-tart.
Mum told me not to repeat
what my dad said while she
was buying mums from a
Mum's the word.
HUMANITIES FOR DOCTORS AND HANDWRITINGTo become a Doctor in the UK all of your qualifications are science based " What A-levels are essential to study medicine?
As mentioned, chemistry is a must-have.
COULD this be why people are increasingly turning to Alternative forms of medicine,, things which encompass the whole person "Holistic"
they say that talking is a form of therapy,, how often have you talked ,and in talking solved your own problem ,, or possibly opened up a completely new avenue of thought, tangentially..?
Maybe if Doctors were taught to Listen .. the patient is a whole person. Mind. Body and Soul,
at the moment Doctors seem to think in straight lines... so possibly they are missing things
"Other must-haves depend on the uni, but it makes sense to assume you’ll need to have studied another science. Here’s a good idea of what might work: chemistry, biology and either maths or physics (or both) will keep all the medical schools open to you
if you don’t take maths or physics but do take chemistr
On the door?
On the wall?
There it is again!
Outside is a bird peeking away,
For a moment it looks away,
Then back again.
A scream, a thunderous sound escapes from it's beak.
Flapping it's wings it appears bigger than it is.
It's features distort,
Teeth emerge and the feathers turn to claws.
The window ledge magnifies in size...
A cat is now where the bird once was,
Steadily growing in size.
It's eyes meet yours as you feel yourself change too.
Your flesh burns,
Bones collapse and eyesight fades.
Unable to even hear yourself scream.
You wake up,
Look to the window
And close the blinds.
ever wish to wipe yourself clean,
to regain that state of innocence
that you lost not so long ago.
a purification of some sort,
removal of your misdeeds and ill thoughts,
a sanitation of your soul.
trust is needed for such a ritual.
who should be allowed to do it?
whoever takes up the task
will likely be tainted in the process.
i can't trust most,
and most shouldn't trust me.
it's difficult to place faith myself.
life is meant to be impure,
but to be wicked is to be harmful,
to others and yourself.
so how does one combat such corruption?
No one knows your drowning,
The choice between life and death is your own,
You just haven't decided yet.
You look while holding your breath,
But you take no action.
You rather wait and see who comes to your rescue,
To see if there's someone who actually cares.
You close your eyes,
Why would anyone come for someone like me?
You think as air and water exchanges place.
There's a ghost in my mind,
Something evil and unkind.
It wants to hurt me,
Stab, cut, and mutilate.
I recognize her,
As she has my face,
But she isn't me.
The look in her eyes,
And her laugh,
They don't belong to me.
I fear she's insane,
No, I know she is.
She's neither the me I left behind,
Or the me who I am now,
She is her own derangement.
She doesn't care about harming others,
Like the old me,
She rather cause trouble.
I felt her yesterday,
She wanted to reach out and take the wheel,
Drive us off the road,
So I held her back,
Bound my arm to the door as I sat in the passenger seat.
There's a new toxin,
Something terrifying growing in my mind.
Mania is her name,
Psychosis is what she is.
I fear her.
Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S1 ELISIRENS ECHOED THROUGH the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.
Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He heard a computerized voice repeat the message in his ears, "It happened."
He raced through the building, passing statues of familiar faces. He knew almost every one of their names. He had no time to spare.
Eli raced towards a door in the back of the room. He held the screen in his hand up to a scanner next to the door. His heart pound in his chest. He heard the sirens growing louder outside the building. They were getting closer.
The door at the back of the building opened. Eli ran through the
Level EarthHumans, Welcome to Level Earth!
Reality here is just an illusion that hides The Truth.
You only own your Soul here, nothing less, nothing more.
"Faster, number six!"
Humans, Reality here is just an illusion that hides The Truth.
You should never mistake Reality for Truth.
This is not a psychological warning for the pain will be real
Anything you will see you will never be able to un-see.
If you succeed this test you may return back, to where you came from.
You may return to the Light.
If not The Shadow will be your annihilator.
"Enough! Wipe their memories!"
Shipwreck (Original Song Lyrics)
Tell me which is worst,
Feeling like you can't breath
Or actually not breathing?
I can't tell the difference...
At least not anymore.
My life is a crime,
But I'm innocent...
At least in someone's mind.
They have more guilt,
More evil's than I.
Here I slip,
Clash collide and entangle with with another,
We struggle in a nonsensical way.
The surface below us wibbles and wobbles,
Occasionally dipping under.
She's clearly stronger,
I'm the weak one clinging on.
All the darkness and hate,
They overwhelm my own,
She has a reason to go on.
My life is a crime,
But I'm innocent...
At least in someone's mind.
They have more guilt,
More evil's than I.
Overcome with sheer force
We're thrown under,
I loose my grip,
Her hand claws my arm
Keeping me from straying too far.
The storm grows worst,
Rain and thunder intensify
As the sky tears apart.
Hold on to me and don't let go!
She orders as she reaches a hand out to me.
An Angel for the BrokenEyes slowly pry open
Light floods the room, a voice calls your name to wake up.
I beg you
I don't feel well today, I don't want to go to school.
"Don't be ridiculous."
Walk slowly to the bus.
Tears shed, anticipating what will happen in prison today.
All eyes are on you, waiting for you to make a mistake.
To stumble for just a moment.
So they can pounce.
Always keep your head down,
Never make eye contact.
A shove, a giggle,
You are their circus clown,
And they are the hungry, underfed lions.
The ring master won't defend you.
What can you do?
Attempts to fit in,
If you dress like them they will leave you alone
Maybe even accept you.
You shake, scared.
Knowing every laugh, every giggle, is at your expense.
And punches thrown at you.
Stay strong, maybe it gets better.
A slow, steady walk of shame.
Do not walk too fast, or they will find you and attack again.
I love youCry a tear for me,
And I'll pour you an ocean
Give me an ounce of your love,
And I'll give you my potion
Give me a second,
To give you a lifetime
And you won't run,
From the love that you find
Just a chance,
Is all I ask
To give you my love,
Put it in your grasp
If you take it,
You will find
And all that's mine
I won't ask,
You to change what you do
Just give me the chance,
To say "I love you"
Pirate MoonA bloody moon rose, hungry, through the mist
to wash his crimson glow across the waves
and froth the surging whitecaps with the kiss
that sent ten thousand sailors to their graves.
Beneath that vicious moon, a sail was set
as was the fate of some poor, hapless crew
oblivious to the impending threat
that drifted ever closer through the blue.
The moon smiled sweetly, bathing naked steel,
as cannon shuddered through the velvet night
to rend the sodden trader, hull and keel
and put an end to her frenetic flight.
The captain's grin shone redder than his sword
As he o'ersaw the booty brought aboard.
Heart ThiefThere is a tightness
In my chest.
It feels like your hands are
Closing around my heart,
Because it feels
So hard to breathe!
I guess that's why
My heart is beating faster:
I am becoming oxygen-deprived.
It just isn't natural
To be choking on the air.
Hurry up, heart thief,
Go ahead and take your trophy.
But then again,
It isn't really stealing,
Since it was always yours
To start with.
How long does it take
To plan this kind of heist?
Draw my OC Contest! Up to 6000p in prizes! (Lewd) Sup people, I'm back
Time for another contest :iconexcitedpinkielaplz:
This time the deadline will be October 31, soooo the theme should be obvious...
The theme: Lewd Halloween Costume!
Lewd Mummy Lewd Vampire
Good Old Moonlight flower Lewd... Pumpkin?
The characters: Ayame and/or Hazuki
2 winners, 2000 and a chibi or half body each ( 1 to 29 entries )
3 winners, 2000 and a chibi or half body each if 30+ entries
[Bullet; Red] Special! Make a new journal linking back to this contest and for every 5 entries the contest gets, 1 person who shared the journal wi
WisconsinWhen she told him that morning that she was going to head out on her own for her bit, he seemed genuinely surprised, but more or less indifferent. Olivia packed a small bag with her current book, a notepad, a flashlight, some pencils, and a .38 revolver. Just in case. She asked him to please not blackout in her trailer, make any messes, kill anyone, or leave without her, because she would find him and he’d be sorry. He had shrugged and said: “Sure, kiddo.” Which was the equivalent of a tearful goodbye from him.
She “found” a moped, something she could maneuver around any trash or abandoned cars she might find on the highway, and headed off. Olivia had been feeling lonely for a while now. Her colleague wasn’t exactly a talker or a listener, in fact those were his two most lacking abilities. She had tried sharing her feelings with a few of the girls they had rescued recently, but given the ordeal they had just been saved from, they h
Abnormally Normal“Morning, sleepy head.”
I turn to my right, rubbing my half-closed eyes. Seeing Carson smiling sweetly at me, I can’t help but smile back.
And so begins my typical day.
I shower together with Carson, scrubbing each other’s backs. After choosing my outfit for the day and his as well, we dress quickly and start to make our favorite breakfast, coffee and toast. We munch on the crispy toast and tease each other about how bad the other’s cooking skills are. To be honest, we both suck at it. Then, we decide on who washes the dishes using a simple game of rock, paper, scissors.
Soon, it’s time to get out into the world. We walk the same route each day, hand in hand. The grocery shop owner, Bri, waves to us and tosses us each a loaf of bread. Turning left at the next corner, we pass by a small café and the waiter Dan nods to us curtly. Another ten meters away, Allie, my best friend shouts to me and runs to my side, jabbering away about how the boy next
Star Dust “Hey, ugly,” a short girl with long black hair called from the park. “Give up now while you can!”
“What,” Impborg faced his new challenger.
From what she could see, Lightning Rider was in trouble. Impborg had him bound in a magical spell circle. He struggled to free himself. “Lightning Rider, are you okay?”
“Good to see you, Star Dust,” Lightning Rider nodded.
“What are you going to do, little girl,” cackled Impborg.
The girl held her phone to the sky and shouted, “Star Dust Application!” Light sparked around her as her school uniform transformed into a super powered suit.
The Dove in a Beaten BoxThe girls in skirts the size of napkins,
pull one from the shelf with a dollar discount,
their fake smiles and scratching nails,
a dime a dozen for every pair.
When was it that it became wrong,
to own a pair of jeans and dirty boots,
to go a day with unbrushed hair,
and a line of dirt under your nails.
Why must I live each day afraid,
counting every pound of fat I weigh,
starving myself from morning to night,
to look like these girls on the screen.
How am I supposed to be proud,
when the curves I have are put down,
my butt you say sticks out too far,
and you joke that I’m double wide.
Who are you to judge my size,
when I am proud of my thighs,
I don’t need your perfect zeros,
I’ll keep my size nine.
For I can’t be pulled off of a shelf,
and I will never expire,
I am not a gift wrapped Barbie,
but a dove in a beaten box.
You've been with me.You've carried me in your arms.
You've protected me from harm.
The journey has been long.
Not much further shall it prolong.
I'm in the home stretch.
I'm close to finishing this race.
I've been through the darkness.
Overcame the obstacles I had to face.
You heard me when my voice felt unheard.
You listened to me rejoice and complain, ever single word.
I feel a sense of closure.
I've been trying to keep my composure.
Praise be to you my Lord!
I'll dance in the joy of hope.
Bring on the thunderstorm.
I want to see what else I can cope.
Life has its up and downs.
It gives you smiles and frowns.
I know you will always be near.
In Jesus, whom shall I fear?
Sonnet no. 1A haunted chanting seeps through my mind's wall,
sings tales of the rotten Crimson Marquis.
“Your world is killing me –
your words are filling me!”
My mind is torn apart with this last call.
I am churned by visions of blazing clefts,
of hollow words, deceit and dreadful dreams,
of demonic herds and torrential streams;
yet the voice mocks the bit of me that's left.
It consumes my thoughts, seeking for freedom.
“They get their way, I fade away –
Oh God, my mind, it fades to grey!”
And finally, they have killed my reason.
Dreaded by their blasphemous contagion
I say: “We are many, for we are Legion.”
Silent TearsMy world is split in two.
My heart broke in pieces.
Everyday as the sun goes down,
Things aren't the same.
When the world turns so does my brain.
If i could back in time p, i would make things write.
Blind to see, ignorant to the truth
I can't accept the fact that, it's life.
Life is so unfair, when you're alone
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Uses stanzas and punctuation as an effective way to get across feeling
The poem or prose flows
And other basic necessities for a good poem
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