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 Fallingspear  « Citoyen » 1385311080000
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Bengalstar a dit : My dear sir, I APPLAUD YOU! --- Small Name Poems: Be Free, Little Bird Be free, little bird Escape into the sky Forget the times they've held you Remember when you were free Every little thing you missed Everything will be there Live free, little bird Inside, they have kept you Towards the sky, you shall go To reunite with nature once more Longing for home has vanished Eternal freedom Bye, little bird- goodbye In the sky you fly Remembering the times you have been free Don't ever come back --- Run Away Run away, run away Unless you want to die Never look back All of humanity rests in your hands Which choice do you choose Are you scared? You shouldn't be --- Nightmare No escape I can run to the edge of the Earth Get away from me, what did I do? Help me, I can't escape! Towards me they move, holding sharp knives Masks covering their faces All I want to do now is leave this world Running from them is impossible Every time I lose them, they reappear |
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Tribu Eavenne  « Citoyen » 1385519460000
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Fallingspear a dit : The little bird one is beautiful... Mine: Roses are red, violets are blue I hate it, it's so common; I like this more: Roses are green, violets are grey Nothing in my life is ordinary Roses are green, violets are grey I wonder why I am so strange Roses are green, violets are grey Why will no one just accept me? Roses are green, violets are grey Is it because I'm not like you? Roses are green, violets are grey Well that's sad 'cause I WON'T CHANGE Roses are green, violets are grey I like how I am so, well, TOO BAD. |
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| Fallingspear « Citoyen » 1385560800000
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Eavenne a dit : That poem. THAT POEM. Is so unique. xD --- Hate is red, sadness is blue, Death is black, joy is yellow; Embarressment is pink, and green's a flu ^ Most awesome poem ever -shot- --- I'm So Sorry I just want to become friends again Must it be so difficult? So will you forgive me, Or will you walk away? Sheesh, forget you! Only, I will walk away Remember this message Read it over again You'll see why I hate you. --- I'll be happy to say something to you Hopefully it doesn't hurt your feelings All my friendship with you is through To regain it, you don't have to be in slings Evil, you do not be You just be kind Only, you can't, you see Unless you read the first letters. (I HATE YOU) |
Safwanrockz  « Censeur » 1385570400000
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| I wrote this poem for the CFM shaman skills art contest and it placed first, I am writing a new one currently but it's still not done. Our dear spiritual guide You tricked us all with your Superstar skill And revived the ones who were killed Enlarged the cheese awkwardly Gave your cheese sincerely You amazingly went a bit bigger And for helping us went a lot eager. Another shaman popped up Told everyone to seriously stop Because he has wings Because he moves as fast as a 1ms ping. A weird puff of dust came out from him Launched and started to rise Whilst was flying, wings showed out of his skin Began to fly around the skies. Meanwhile the wind master was flying A Mechanician on an ice plank was lying Looked evil and lazy And some of crazy Spawned a strange-looking sheep Exploded and everybody started to leap Professionally stabled a rune And weirdly quickened a balloon. They sometimes fight But mostly holding on tight Always helping needy mice And to trouble solving they entice As they are known, helpful And always truthful They are goddess and nice They are the almighty shamans of Transformice! |
Safwanrockz| Fallingspear « Citoyen » 1385570940000
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Safwanrockz a dit : I WONDER WHY. (joking) |
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| The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The ground was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the Hacker came riding— Riding—riding— The Hacker came riding, up to the old tribe-door. He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh. And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. Over the stone ground he clattered and clashed in the dark tribe-yard. He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred. He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the sentinel's zebra-furred daughter, Bess, the sentinel's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. And dark in the dark old tribe-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked. His eyes were hollows of madness, his fur like mouldy hay, But he loved the sentinels’s daughter, The landlord’s blue-eyed daughter. Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the cheater say— “One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow cheese before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon; And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, When the ground was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor, Red-coat moderators came marching— Marching—marching— The admin's men came marching, up to the old trbe-door. They said no word to the sentinel. They ate his cheese instead. But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through her casement, the ground that he would ride. They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest. They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast! “Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed mouse say— Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! She twisted her paws behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her paws till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! The tip of one paw touched it. She strove no more for the rest. Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast. She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain. Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear; Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The hacker came riding— Riding—riding— The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still. Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light. Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her paw moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her ban. He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the sentinel’s daughter, The landlord’s zebra-furred daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. Back, he spurred like a madmouse, shouting a curse to the sky, With the cloud ground smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high. Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat; When they shot him down on the highway, Down like fluffe the cat on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. . . . And still of a winter’s map, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A hacker comes riding— Riding—riding— A hacker comes riding, up to the old tribe-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark tribe-yard. He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred. He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the sentinels’s zebra-furred daughter, Bess, the sentinels’s daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. why did i choose to do this ;-; |
Lexiiain  « Citoyen » 1385577960000
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| once upon a time: part 1 u re zayn's gf zayn and u go to dinner zayn: do u know what? u: wha? zayn: i luv u too much u: really i luv u too :) <3 zayn: that is really nice u: thanx (somebody go to dinner too and that somebody hates zayn and that guy wants to kill zayn and all 1D band) u: who is that zayn? zayn: idk but ik he want to do something and ik he hate our band lets go! (zayn grab u and run out of the restauration) u: whats wrong? zayn: im gonna to tell u but not now |
Bejewledfire  « Citoyen » 1385580540000
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| Here are poems I saw on Colors 3D xD! Do you think I do not see your lies? Truth burning behind these eyes Burn into your very soul You cannot hide what I already know. Then here's another... Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty, and so is your head. |
| Fallingspear « Citoyen » 1385581560000
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| My Friends By Fallingspear Korora's POV I ruffled my feathers, hoping that a new-coming agent would pick me. I stared out of the glass, looking at some of the agents trying to find their right companion. I saw a teenager walk towards me, and I was excited, thinking that she would choose me. She didn't though, and walked over to the sakunam to my right, choosing him. The next, a varg, then ascalon. This continued for a while, and I was getting more depressed, thinking that no one would choose me. I closed my eyes, sighing, and began to sleep. I got interrupted by a loud tapping on my glass window, and saw a smiling boy, around 10 looking directly at me. He opened the glass case with a key, and carefully took me in his arms. I was finally chosen. I chirped happily, and the boy grinned, happy about his choice. "I'll name you Blizzard!" he said, and introduced himself as we walked/waddled out of the small adoption shelter. "My name's Genodin, and I'm going to be a champion!" I chirped, translating to, "I bet you will if you try!" Geno looked at me, cocking his head to the side. Of course he can't understand you! You're an esper, and Geno's a human! I thought, and Geno looked down at his 'mission papers'. After a minute of reading, he told me to attack a wild rattox. I did, and its health was drained half way. After the rattox dissipated, I felt a tingling feeling. I soon realized that my experience was going up, and Geno earned some shards to spend in the shop. "Good job, Bliz! I promise I'll never forget you!" After a while, Geno was finally a champion, and I was proud of him. He had leveled and trained me to be a level 50 korora, and alongside with me are a level 47 cockatrice, and a level 48 tuzi. Geno had still kept his promise, he let me train my lower-level esper friends by battling level 45 espers, earning them a lot of experience. After a few months of training, all of Geno's espers were level 47-50. He left one slot open, just in case of he saw a rare. So every night, he would check outside if he could find any zodiacs, and eventually, Geno found a cancer. Geno was overjoyed when he saw it, and told me, Chase (the cockatrice), and Titantic (the tuzi) to attack the wild cancer. When it was lowered down to 20% health, Geno bonded it with a perfect sapphire, and named her...? Disease. It was a sad name, but it seemed like Disease didn't mind. She fought well, and eventually, Geno decided Disease would take my place. I was sad, but I was fine if I was still able to fight with my fellow espers. Turns out that he found better (to my opinion) espers than me, such as a gemini. Now that all my esper friends were sold, I was alone in the dusty vault along with a few other rare espers. Finally, I overheard a talk about how Geno found a lix, but he had no more space. So he opened my cage door, and sighed. "I'm sorry, Bliz." Geno then pressed a button, and I felt my soul get sucked into tiny green shards. Bitter tears ran down my face. How could you do this to me? I inwardly screamed, looking at Geno, who was repeating quietly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." As my last bit of my soul got sucked in, I let out a small, sad, chirp. Narrator's POV He lied to his esper- no, his friend. His friend that he'd known for months, and now he threw their friendship away. Geno walked out of the vault, only to find the lix wasn't there anymore. Geno started to cry, not because of the lix, but because of Blizzard, and his other esper friends he had before the rares. They're gone now, and all he has are rares, but they weren't his favorite. Now he realizes that the best espers weren't rares, they were your friends. End --- I remember writing this... hue |
| Eavenne « Citoyen » 1385643240000
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| EH well. This is my tfm fanfic. Putting here because it got no attention at "fanworks". (FallingSpear: Your brother commented on it) Hope Map after map. Round after round. Death after death. It was her habit to look up, into the great pixellated expanse which was the "sky" and wonder if she could leave the endless cycle. Perhaps she could wall jump a seemingly infinite wall and reach the top one day. Perhaps she could build up and up- to reach the sky. Perhaps she could simply not untie the shaman's balloon: and fly to freedom. A dreamer, the others called her. There was no way to escape from the infinite maze of maps; rounds; deaths. They could only work together to make the best out of what had been given to them. Yet, every map, every single round, as she died, she would look up- and dream. Everything changed- for the better? For the worse, maybe- since it gave her what could be false hope, but it was hope nonetheless. Shaman skills. As expected, she was most interested in the Wind Master skill tree. Speed. Bubbles. Rocket scientist. Teleportation. Wings. Scrutinizing the skills, she made a plan- in addition, playing harder than ever. Every glance into the sky made jump higher; every thought of escaping, of finding out what lay beyond made her dare to try things she had never done before- such as lava-jumping. Eventually, in Room 100, she became the shaman- a level 30 Wind Master- on the Anvil God map. Instantly, she put her plan into action. Cannons were released. Most mice fell prey to them, their spirits, trapped in bubbles, floating up- some blown away by the spinning, enraged anvil god- she simply used a combination of teleportation and propeller jump to slip past it's attacks. (As for why she decided to use a bubble to begin and not a balloon- it was the simple fact that if she had started with a balloon, she would have to jump onto it to use a Rocket Scientist, which was hard. Thus, she would have to waste a teleportation on it, and she could not afford to do so when she would be using teleportation a lot.) Jumping onto the one remaining bubble, she watched as three victorious mice managed to bring the cheese back to safety- silently, she congratulated them. While she did, they gazed up at her questioningly, muttering," Why did you do this?" "You're usually so sweet," and the like. Soon, once she was out of their sight, she tied a balloon around her waist- and then attached it to a box. This caused her to fly much faster, and from there she released herself, then using her gold-tipped wings to slow her fall as she bent down, teleported herself onto the balloon-box, and then used Rocket Scientist to let herself fly. After which, the process continued… Only to be put to an abrupt end due to a lack of time; once the survivors had entered the hole, time had been shortened to a mere 20 seconds, and before she knew it, she was back on the ground, facing the concerned faces of 15 mice (including the new shaman who was ignoring a red button near her) in the next room. The mice of Room 100, the 16 of them, shared a strong bond. Outsiders, non-regulars were not a common occurrence; though, should there be any, they were warmly welcomed. On that fateful day, when all the mice had awakened in the tutorial, not remembering anything, 13 mice decided to head off to Room 100, knowing that there would not be many mice there; and they had gone through thick and thin together, 3 more mice joining their circle of friendship. "Friends" could not be used to describe the bond that they shared- it was as if they could sense each others' feelings and thoughts, and cry with the person when he/she was sad; smile with the person when he/she was happy; hug the person when he/she needed it; calm the person when he/she was angry. Yet, despite their bond, the 15 mice could not understand why she had done that. None of them had ever deliberately tried to kill another before- which was why they were so concerned. "Why did you do that?" Von asked, his voice carefully toned yet still expressing shock and hurt. "Is something wrong? What…why would you attack us? There must be a reason?" Elpis, the shaman, said- her question was more of a statement than anything. She was the only mute mouse in existence; and as such she was forced to communicate through sign language. As for the questions…she supposed she really should have explained her motives to them beforehand- it wasn't fair to keep them in the dark. Map after map passed as she explained to the 15 her motives and objectives through that silent language that was her mode of communication. 2:00 after 2:00, minutes, seconds ticked away as they nodded in understanding. FInally, she ended by apologising to the mice, saying she should have informed them beforehand and that she was very, very sorry. More maps passed as they mulled it over, digesting the information. Her shaman turn came and left- by the time Elpis was once again shaman, they had all simultaneously made a decision- they would help her. Dreamer? They might have thought that of her before (though, regardless, they loved her) but…the existence of skills changed everything. The only question was of how to aid her. Some maps later, they had an answer worked out. Kill themselves? Well, a mouse would kill his/herself for the bubble to spawn- the others would wait for her to reach the "sky" yet again, and she would then see what there was up there, to be told to the others in the next map. If possible to escape through whatever was up there, they would spend map time attempting to build up to whatever was there- or wait for a configuration map. Cheese had been snatched, they had entered the hole and it was the next map- she saw that she was to be the next shaman. Hugs were exchanged. She was blessed with their good wishes and the like. Simple smiles and pats on the back from the more introverted. Yet, even those small gestures spoke so much to she who had no voice. They said," We're rooting for you. Do your best!" to her. This time, Elpis killed herself and released a bubble. Instantly, silently thanking her for his sacrifice (which both meant little and a lot at the same time to her), she jumped onto it and waved farewell to the 15 she knew so well. For all she knew, she might never see them again. Perhaps there was no "sky". Perhaps there was no end to the cycle. Perhaps there was no escape. She would find out. After, say, 10 seconds, she decided to step up the game- but not before she kissed the bubble containing her friend's soul to show her appreciation. Upon straightening up, she bent down and charged up a Rocket Scientist. Once it was at full charge, she released it and flew up high, towards the place she yearned to reach so badly. Eventually, of course, she stopped, and she then employed those beautiful gold-tipped white wings of hers, slowing her fall enough for her to tie a bright yellow balloon to herself. Said balloon was then attached to a box which sped up her ascension in triples; once it slowed down, she used a teleportation to let her appear on the balloon-box. Straightening up, she used another Rocket Scientist and the process continued. By then, she could not see the other 14 on the ground; they were probably still staring up at her fading figure, wondering if she was the key to unlocking a bright future. Perhaps a bright future was what lay beyond the confines of that world; she could only guess and speculate. Time was beginning to run out. Despairing, she gazed up at the "sky" with increased desperation. Was this truly endless- was there nothing that lay beyond? Had her dreams all been for nought? Yet somehow, she saw a strange ripple in the blue ahead- the pixels stood out more than they usually did. Was this…what she had been looking for? Finally? The end to her odyssey? The true sky? The sky that would lead to their escape? 8 seconds were all that was left. Nearly there…but not quite. Giddy with anticipation, she used another Rocket Scientist and then fired a spirit under herself, propelling herself upward; not enough; she used another; centimeters away; another one… One final spirit. She reached the sky. A cry of pure joy- a silent one- escaped from her lips. Her dream had come true. Then the sky- and all the background and scenery- turned black. White words began to write themselves on the darkness. They were all the same. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. All of a sudden, those were replaced by different words- but those that worked a chill into her body and made her stomach clench in fright. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. Then she was free falling towards the ground at a scary speed; speed that she was gaining as she fell; speed that made her open her mouth in a shriek of horror that could not be heard. Open her wings, her mind told her. But she could not, somehow- her wings refused to appear on her back. Never before had she felt so helpless, falling like a rag doll to a painful, dreaded landing. It was only when her feet began to disappear when the full impact of what she had caused hit her. Everything was going to disappear. Everyone was going to disappear. Von. Lily. All of her friends were going to die. She was going to die too. And it was all because of her. Her stupid dream. The dream that would never become reality. The dream that she had been foolish to believe in. The dream that would be the death of all of them. She couldn't bear to think of it; she squeezed her eyes shut to stop herself from thinking of her friends' faces. All it did was for them to appear even clearer before her closed eyes. Tears began to form in her eyes- they stung as she screamed; a scream of frustration, sadness, despair, anger, hate, fear; yet for all her feelings, she could not make a sound. Her waist was gone now, she noticed. Somehow, she wanted herself to disappear faster; to die faster; so she could finally, truly escape- her escape being true death, unlike that in the maps, where she would appear for the next map. This time, though, there was no next map. There was no next chance. Somehow, the ground seemed to have disappeared as well, and she simply fell though where it had once been. Pixel by pixel, she- or at least part of her- died. In the end, she had somewhat let her friends escape. Not that she wanted it to end this way, of course- death was not a good ending, no matter the circumstances. Perhaps she had saved them from the circle of maps; rounds; deaths… Wait! She could hear…something... Laughter. That was what she heard. Were they laughing at her, at her hopeless gesture, at her stupid, impossible dream, at her silly attempt to make it real? It must have been very funny indeed. Yet all she could do was to cry. To sob at how she brought about the demise of so many friends. Any mask of strength she had worn was cast away to reveal her true face- a weak, pathetic, crying one. As the last few pixels that made up her disappeared, one by one, Pandora wished that she could turn back time- and make it all happen again. Elpis' smiling face was the last thing she saw before she vanished. (I know that I made gender mistakes, please ignore >.<) |
Ethanrockz  « Citoyen » 1385645940000
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| Once upon a time There was a monkey called bob He got hit by a car and he died The end. |
Haditamagica  « Citoyen » 1385753820000
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| Roses are red, Violets are blue. I don't see the problem. He's supposed to clean poo. (got it from a youtube cooment >__>) ------------------------------------------------------------ And now... my gay fic. (Please don't judge me!! ;__;) March 1980 The band were at Matthieu’s house. They were just chatting along until Simon’s voice drifted away, “I have to go outside. I need a break.” “Are you going for a walk?” Robert asked. “Yeah, sort of.” “May I come with you?” "Sure." Simon hesitated. They walked together a little. Then Simon said, “Robert, I need to be alone for a while.” “Why, is there something wrong?” ” No, it’s just—nevermind.” "What is it, tell me." “Oh, Robert, you know!” Simon snarled. “Hey, you do not have to get defensive about i—” “I’m not getting defensive! I just need to be alone for a moment.” Robert looked directly into Simon’s eyes. Then he looked down and put his hands on Simon’s belly (***. Now you ***ing can ***ing kill me). “What’s wrong with it, just tell me.” Robert muttered sweetly. Simon sighed, “He’s—he’s alright.” "I meant that, does it bother you or something? Do you feel strange around everyone?" “I—I kind of—do feel strange around everyone.” “Nobody really knows about it and they don’t even get suspicious about it, so it’s OK.” Robert added. Simon smiled and said, “I think you’re right. Shall we go back?” “If that’s what you want.” Robert grinned. They went back and they saw Duncan and Richard on the way. Robert looked at his brother and he seemed to know about the thing between Robert and Simon. As well for Duncan. Richard and Duncan came over and Richard said, “Well, hello boys! You thought we did not know?” “About what?” Simon stuttered pretending to not know what they were talking about. "About what? About the creation you both made!" Duncan laughed. Simon’s eyes grew wide, ” What creation?” he giggled. “Don’t lie little brother. When I said creation you know what I meant. You know I meant your child.” Duncan muttered. Robert’s anger started to boil inside him, ” There’s no such thing, guys. We aren’t gonna have a baby.” “Come on, Robbey. We know you are!” “NO, YOU BASTARD! IF I SAY NO IT’S NO, OK?!” "Dude, calm down!" Richard laughed. “Let’s get out of here.” Robert pulled Simon away from their siblings. They were now scared about their brothers. They were afraid that they would tell their parents about it. They didn’t know how can a door left ajar can be destroyed. 20th April 1980 The couple were at Robert’s parents’ house. Simon’s parents were there, too. They already knew about the child and the news weren’t so bad after all. Except for a little weird. They all thought it was gonna be a girl. So Simon said, “Well, what if it’s a boy?” “What do YOU think, son?” “Mom, it IS a boy.” They stood in silence for a while. Until Simon reacted violently all of sudden. “S—Simon, are you OK?” Robert said, alarmed. Simon quickly shook his head. "Mom!" Robert called. They took Simon to the bedroom. “You can’t come in!” Janet shut the door on Robert’s face. “Excuse me, what?” Robert stood there. Then he started wandering around the house. He sat on the couch and combed back his hair nervously with his hand. He stayed there, thinking negative. Janet came out and was smiling. Robert stood up anxiously. ” Well, do you want to see your son or not?” Robert raced to the bedroom. He couldn’t feel anymore happy just by seeing his child in Simon’s arms. He sat alongside Simon. He was speechless. ” So…” “So what?” “What shall we name him?” "I decided to name him ‘Robin’. Do you like it?" Simon smiled. “I—I honestly do.” Robert said while he saw his son take hold of his finger. “But…” Robert had already lost the illusion by now. “What is it?” "Mary…she finds out about this… I don’t know what she’d do." “Robert, it’s gonna be fine. I swear.” “Simon, are you alright?” “Yes, except for a bit exhausted.” Robert chuckled. “He has blue eyes like you.” Simon muttered sweetly. “And beautiful black hair like yours.” Robert grinned. “Shut it!” Simon giggled. -------------------------------------------------------- Holy cow, I know you didn't read the whole fic. :3 |
| Fallingspear « Citoyen » 1385755620000
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Haditamagica a dit : I read it. I'm honestly not into uhh... 'm-preg', but I'm okay with gays (JUDGE ME). --- Should I put all my stories from Fanfiction.net on here? WHATEVER I AM GOING TO. --- Cannons The loud chattering of mice was heard in the grey-purple loading screen, excited to try another round. Fallingspear was trying to wiggle through the huge crowd, muttering "Excuse me" a few times. After two seconds, she stood in her spot, while other mice fled out. A vampire map. Eventually, a mouse named Teaprints was infected, and he complained loudly. "Aw! Come on!" Fallingspear immediately fled her spot after Teaprints was infected, and he lunged at a group of mice that were laughing at him. They squeaked, and ran away in different paths. Idiodic laughed and yelled at the vampire, "Hey, you can't catch me, loser!" That made him angry, and he boosted to Idiodic, who laughed; jumping out of the way, causing him to crash into the dirt wall. "Ow!" Teaprints wailed, clutching his head. Fallingspear looked at him, and rushed to his side. "Are you okay?" She didn't realize that he wasn't really hurt, and Teaprints suddenly grabbed her arm, digging his sharp needle-like teeth into her skin. Immediately Fallingspear knew she was tricked, and she tried to get away. The infection was slowly increasing, and Falling felt leather like wings sprouting out from her back, and her front teeth became fangs. Her sense of hearing and smell became sharper, and her tail got smaller. Her fur was now dark brown-grey, and she caught a scent of fresh blood nearby. Falling looked at the unsuspecting mouse behind her, talking to another mouse. Fallingspear slowly crept up behind him; the other mouse noticed her, and started trembling, pointing behind her friend. He slowly turned around, and saw Falling loom over him, hungry for blood. He squeaked, and ran away. Falling lunged at him, burying her fangs into his flesh. The mouse screamed, and the timer hit 0:00 exactly when he got infected. Fallingspear felt herself change back, and she sighed contently. It felt good to be back to her normal self. The map changed to a survivor map, and Idiodic was the shaman. "PREPARE TO DIE, IDIOTS!" She shouted down at the group of mice, and summoned a cannonball. It was aimed onto the floor, so Falling jumped. All of the AFK and a few others got gutted in the stomach, and flew off the wooden platform. Idiodic created another one, and shot it. It whizzed past Fallingspear's head, and many mice got hit by jumping up, flying into the death pit. "So, only a few survivors remain?" Idiodic sneered, looking directly at Teaprints. "Well, you won't be alive much longer!" She took out a light blue feather, and threw it. The feather transformed into an anvil god, and Fallingspear watched in horror. "OH GOD, NO!" A few mice from the crowd yelled, and the anvil god started spazzing. It flung Teaprints and a few other mice off the wooden floor, and Fallingspear was one of the few survivors. Idiodic threw a cannon at Fallingspear, and she was too busy watching the anvil god to notice. The cannon dug into her stomach, and she let out a pained squeak. She flew off the map, and felt the darkness engulfing her. It felt like something was vacuuming the spirit away from her, and changing them to bubbles. Her eyes glazed over, and Falling fell to her doom, into the black void, joining her dead friends. --- I Don't Know What I Did August gripped his mother's hand as they were walking down a busy street. He hid behind her, unable to look up, for August was too scared to see what the other pedestrians' reactions would be. Horror? Maybe shock? Even worse, there might be people talking about him behind their hands- it's clear to him that they were. August and his mom both arrived at their destination. The brunette male walked over towards a bench, and sat down, looking around. The park was quite full- it was a sunny day- and children's playful laughter filled the air around them. He smiled slightly, and walked to an empty sandbox. He scooped up a handful of sand with his hands, and he let the grains run out of the cracks between his fingers, watching the white sand fall. A shadow moved overhead, and August looked up, instantly regretting it. Another boy was standing in front of him, and his eyes widened, letting out a high-pitched scream. The whole area became silent, until the other kids went into a screaming frenzy, running to their parents with teary eyes. August just sat there, salt water threatening to spill from his eyes. He felt his mother place a hand on his shoulder, and August looked up wearily. She beckoned him to follow her, so he got up, dusting off the excess sand clinging onto his shirt. Returning home, August ran to his room, slamming the door. He leaped onto the bed and burying his face in his pillow, tears staining the cloth. What did I do to deserve this? Why does my face have to be so... A soft knock was heard from the door. "Auggie... May I come in?" He didn't reply, so his mom thought that he was asleep, and went downstairs. One Year Later August and his mother were buying groceries, and they walked through the two automatic doors, a wave of cool air hitting them. August walked over to a spot in a corner, and saw the same boy who screamed last year. August frowned at the memory, but he said nothing. The kid then walked over to him, and crouched down. "Hey." August looked up in confusion. Why was he talking to him, even though the other male was scared witless because of August's face? The other brunette continued. "Sorry for... uh... that last year," he apologized, glancing down as often as he could. August remained silent, until the male broke the awkward silence between them. "My name's Jack- yours?" August heard himself mumble his name, and he mentally slapped himself for doing so. Jack didn't seem to mind, though. He cracked a grin, and asked he could be friends. August was shocked- he wasn't sure how to reply to this offer. "I mean, you don't have to..." Jack sat down in front of August. "No, it's fine..." August said, before placing a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Great!" Jack's face lit up, before coughing. "I mean, 'good'. Do you mind keeping this a secret?" August cocked his head to the side. "Why?" "Never-mind. I have to go now." Jack ran off to find his mother, but August saw the wide grin on his face. August thought about the reasons why Jack didn't want him to tell anyone about what happened earlier. He shrugged- better if he didn't know. August heard his mom call his name, and he stood up, running to her. They left the building, driving home. Later, August cracked a grin. Having one friend was great. --- Maybe (it's a gay fanfiction, skip this if you're not comfortable with this) Do I love him? August stared up at the ceiling, thoughts clouding his mind. He started thinking about school. He thought about all of the friends he made, and chuckled a bit when he recalled an older middle schooler yelling "Whoa!" August's thoughts soon drifted to Jack, who was his best friend since November. August felt a strong bond between himself and Jack, and he always had a fluttery feeling inside of himself whenever he was around, and looks down whenever Jack smiles at him or makes direct eye-contact with August. He then remembered the unpleasant memory on Halloween, where Jack presumably insulted him. He now wondered why he ran out of the room, tears spilling down his face. Most people talk about him behind his back, so why should he care about Jack's opinions? It's because you love him, came the reply from his thoughts. August pushed them out of the way, and tried to think of a better reason. Maybe it was because Jack was his best friend a the time? Most likely. But that still didn't explain the reason why he felt like a black hole was swallowing him whole when Jack's words finally made sense in August's head. Maybe his mind was right- maybe August does have an attraction to his best friend... But that shouldn't happen, right? It was just a phase in a teenager's life, that's all... Maybe... Maybe. --- Probably Not (Rewrite of Maybe. Also gay. Don't like, skip this.) August stared at the golden colored wall, laying on his side. It was warm summer evening, and even though August could've went outside and do something, he decided that he'd stay inside. August sighed, and pulled the light blue blanket over his head, making a small, private cave. He didn't know what to do on the weekend- August already read some books, and he didn't feel like reading more anytime soon. August also drew some pictures- these he saved in a vanilla folder labeled 'Drawings'. He played some games on his computer and Xbox, but then became uninterested in it. August felt his face burn from the heat from being under the sky blue sheet, so he uncovered it. August then looked at the class picture hanging on the wall, remembering when everyone avoided him, because of the Plauge. He then remembered when he was introduced to school, and Jack was being his 'friend' at this time. Right now, he was August's friend- true friends, not pretend. Well, as far as he knows, anyways. Jack was really nice to him, even when he was just faking it earlier in the year. August remembered when he walked into the homeroom, Jack, Julian, and someone else were talking about him. It made him annoyed to hear Julian and the other person insult him, but then it was replaced with anger, disappointment, and sadness when he heard Jack's own thoughts. "Man, if I looked like that, I'd kill myself!" Jack said, and Julian started laughing, along with the other mummy beside him. August felt tears rushing down his face, and ran out of the room, going somewhere to sob pitifully. August now wondered why he cared so much about Jack's insult, because he was always insulted by his looks, even though some people don't mean to do so. So why should he care about Jack's opinions? This was a question August would always wonder about, but never find an answer to it- people say it's love, but he doesn't believe it. August laughs at the mere thought if being in a relationship with Jack- he wasn't homosexual, and Jack probably wasn't either. It was most likely because Jack was his best friend at the time. Yeah, that seemed right- though August still didn't understand why he felt like he was falling into a never-ending pit. Maybe he does like Jack... August laughed, and shook his head- there was no chance that he did have an attraction to his friend. Not at all. Even if he did, Jack doesn't like him that way, right? August sighed, closing his eyes, trying to settle the huge cloud of thoughts down. They soon did, and August opened his eyes. It was almost midnight- who knew time flew by that quickly? August stood up, and walked to his bedroom window, pulling a chair behind him. He sat down, and stared outside- August saw The Big Dipper and The Little Dipper. After a few minutes of stargazing, August felt himself getting tired, and soon he was fast asleep. "Hey Jack," August said, turning towards his friend in the homeroom. Jack didn't say anything in return- he just looked down. That's odd, August thought, but shrugged it off. Maybe Jack didn't feel like talking today. Throughout the school day, whenever August saw Jack, Jack noticed him and walked away quickly. If August ever was able to talk to him, Jack didn't say anything, and looked down. August quickly became suspicious of Jack's actions, and at the end of the day, he caught Jack in the hallway. August went up to him and asked, "Dude, you've been ignoring me all day- what's up?" Jack shrugged, and started to walk away, looking down. August caught him arm, and demanded an answer. "Look at me, Jack." Jack didn't move. "I said look at me." When Jack still didn't react, August placed his hand under Jack's chin, and tilted it up. Jack's emotions quickly changed, and he started to scan his surroundings, looking for a way to escape August's grasp. "What's wrong, Jack? You're acting differently." Jack muttered something under his breath, and August shot him a look that said, You better speak up. Jack took a long breath, only to muster out a small, quiet sentence."I-I love you." Jack then leaned forward, pressing his lips against August's. This took him by surprise, and when August loosened his grip on Jack, he quickly fled the hallway with everyone whispering behind their hands. "Oh my goodness, did you see that?" "Yeah! Jack just kissed August! Full on the lips, too!" "That dude has some guts!" It took August a millisecond to catch up on what had happened, but when he did, his face turned red from embarrassment. "Did he just..." August then noticed everyone staring at him, and asked, "What," even though he already knew why they were staring at him. Everyone then into either laughter or chanted the rhyme 'Jack and August sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!' August then shot all of them a glare, then ran home, not looking back. While he was running, thoughts flooded his mind. Did he really kiss me? Did he really mean it? Did he only do that to distract me, and be freed? Did he... August shook his head, and after a while, he finally arrived at his front door, his hands on his knees, panting. August then rang the doorbell, and his mom looked through the peephole, unlocking the door, and letting him in. "Hi Auggie, how was your day?" August ignored her, mainly because he was thinking about... things. They ate dinner in silence, but then it broke when she asked "It took you longer for you to come home- did you come home with Dad?" August looked up from his mashed potatoes, and shook his head. His mother then quickly stood up, and went over to the phone, dialing her husband's number. She told him that August came home by himself, so he can come home. August's mom then ended the call, and looked over to her son, asking why did he go home by himself. August had to think of something fast, but his truthful side of his mind blurted out,"Jack kissed me, then I had to run home." He quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, but the look on his mother's face seemed like she expected more. August sighed, and explained everything that happened at school. His mom was shocked, and August looked down, blushing. "It's okay, Auggie." He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder, and August slipped out of the chair. He told his mother that he'll be going upstairs to do homework, then sleep. The trudged upstairs, leaving a half empty place with green beans, mashed potatoes, and half of a steak. Upstairs, August finished his homework, and took a shower. He played a little bit on his Xbox, but then his mother walked in, and said, "It doesn't look like you're sleeping." August told her that he'll go to sleep after one more level. He then shut off his TV, and walked over to his bed. He laid on his bed, and closed his eyes. August soon fell asleep, and the last thing he thought about was Jack. August woke up, and looked around him, realizing he was sitting in the chair. It was all a dream? It felt so real, though- and the feel of... Wait, what the heck was he thinking? August mentally slapped himself in the head, and glanced over at the digital clock on his oak desk on the right of him. It read 12:34 PM. He sighed- why did he have such a weird dream about Jack? Does Jack really like him that way, or was it like one of those crazy in-love dreams that teenage girls always have on their crushes? August sighed- there goes another question he can't answer. Maybe August does love Jack- the only question is does Jack love him back? Maybe he doesn't, maybe he doesn't- but all August knows is this: Wondering is a dangerous thing. Don't do it, unless you want to be raided with crazy thoughts, which you probably don't. --- Quiet Like The Snow (has VERY slight gay moments) "Hurry up, Ty! You're taking too long," I complained, as Deadlox was still packing his stuff for the trip. "Dude, you can never be too prepared," he replied, as he shoved the tent supplies in his backpack. "And I bet you only brought butter along with you." I frowned at him, and said, "No, I have other things in my backpack as well!" This was true. I brought food, water, our sleeping bags, and a bow with a quiver full of arrows. Deadlox rolled his eyes, and I shot him a look through my translucent sunglasses. He put his arms up in 'surrender', and I grinned. "I win again." He said nothing, except drop his backpack, and Deadlox ran over to me; a fist ready. I started running, yelling at him, "Don't do dis! Don't do dis!" Tornote looked over at us, and muttered, "If you guys keep fighting like that, you'll never be ready to leave." I stopped, and Deadlox crashed into me, knocking me down on to the oak wood floor. "Ow, that hurt, Deadlox!" I whined, and Deadlox got up, dusting off the powder off of himself. He took out a hand, and I grabbed it. He pulled me up, and I replied, "Thanks." Deadlox said nothing, just walked over to his backpack and slung it over his shoulders. He picked up mine, a bright neon yellow colored knapsack, and shuffled back to me. Deadlox gave it to me, and I just looked at him. He stared back at me, and we lasted a few moments like that, until I saw him blink. "You blinked," I said, smirking. He shrugged, and replied, "I'm going to get you back one day." I laughed, and slapped Deadlox on the back, playfully. "Sure you will." Deadlox winced, and he placed his hand on his right shoulder. We said our goodbyes to everyone, and Deadlox and I left the house; me grinning. Spending time with my best friend for a few days while camping can't be terrible, right? We walked through the forest trail, and I heard a few birds chirping their morning song in the distance. The forest was pretty shady, and a few times Deadlox and I raced to certain points; causing us to rest. "Okay, no more... running..." I panted, looking at him. His breathing was ragged, and he nodded. We laid there until we recovered our energy; then Deadlox and I stood up, and continued our path down to the tundra biome. When we arrived, Deadlox set up camp near a large lake, frozen from the cold temperature. There were forests to each side of the base, and the path behind us, leading to home. Deadlox told me to look for charcoal, while he looks for some wood in the forest. I looked for some pieces of charcoal to make a fire, and eventually I found small ones. I looked at our base- it looked pretty well done, though Deadlox was nowhere in sight. 'Ty must've had experience,' I thought, and called out for him. "Ty?" A faint yell replied, "Yeah?" I shouted, "Where are you?" Deadlox yelled back, "I'm near the camp, don't worry!" It was soon night, and we had a fire going. The dim moonlight shone down on the frozen lake, accompanied by glistening stars. Deadlox sat down near the source of heat, and put his hands out; rubbing them together. I sat down next to him, and the fire reflected off of my translucent sunglasses. The fire glowed in the night, Deadlox's neon green headphones helping. "Well... What do you want to do?" I asked, and he shrugged. "We could just go to sleep," he requested, yawning softly. I nodded in agreement. It was a long day. We climbed into our tents, and slept. Or at least tried to. Deadlox's POV I was tired, it was a long day. I thought about today, and was planning on what to do tommorrow. We were camping for a week, Sky and I. I soon drifted off to sleep, but then after a few minutes, I woke up with a shivering Sky beside me. "Dude, what the hell," I groaned, and a quiet whisper replied, "I heard something..." I rolled my eyes. When will Sky stop acting like a child? Probably never. "Ugh, it's just probably a cricket or something..." I muttered, flipping to the other side of my sleeping bag. "Oh, and the fire's still going." I immediately shot up from the bed, and stepped outside into the freezing cold night. I shivered, and walked to the fire. I looked at it, and took out a water bucket; which was obviously frozen over. I sighed, and placed it above the fire. Eventually, after a few hours, it melted, and I poured the water onto the fire; extenguishing it. I walked back to my tent, and found Sky sleeping soundly beside my sleeping bag in his. I climbed in mine, and felt an arm bring me closer. Though for some apparent reason, I was still violently shivering, even though I had enough heat. I eventually drifted off to sleep, and the next morning, I woke up, and felt drowsy, but I didn't care. I stood up, but then collapsed on the frosted ground, and I tried again. After a few tries later, I finally stood up, and walked out of the tent, stumbling in the process. Sky ran over to me and said, "Hey man! Glad you're awake. What do you want to eat?" I mumbled something under my breath, and he tilted his head. "What?" Sky picked up two types of food. "These two?" I nodded slightly, and he looked at me worriedly. "Dude, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I didn't answer, and Sky took out a raincoat and gave it to me. "I don't need a raincoat, Mom..." I mumbled, and pushed it away. Sky looked at me, and said, "Something's wro-" Sky's POV Okay, Deadlox is really scaring me now. First, he was violently shivering last night, (Yes, I admit, I was awake), second, he can't talk, or doesn't want to, and last, Ty confused a winter jacket as a raincoat and rejected it. Now he's asleep on my shoulder, IN THE AFTERNOON! I shook him violently, and Deadlox woke up. "Danit mothea cat youve letch meh hame soe slept?*" He slurred, looking up at me wearily. I looked at him, shocked. "What the fuck, man? I can't even understand you!" I looked at his face, and there were bags under his eyes, as if Ty didn't get enough rest. I'm pretty freaking sure he did, because he slept around 2 am, and woke up around 4 pm. So either the chances are that Deadlox is drunk, or he's really sick. "Are you drunk?!" I yelled at him, and he shook his head. "Ahm, wou aires aven fie I man?**" Okay, I'm positive that he is. Deadlox then shivered slightly, but I noticed it. "You're cold..." I slipped on the rain- damn it, he's affecting how I think now! I mean, winter jacket, and zipped it up. Deadlox looked down, and started pulling at the zipper. Eventually, the coat was thrown on the snowy ground, and I eyed him. He started walking to the forest, but then switched directions. Deadlox stumbled a bit after about 5 to 10 steps, and he was walking to the lake. "Why the heck are you walking to the lake?" I yelled after him, and Deadlox paused. He turned his head towards the forest, and saw a creeper. Deadlox walked over to it, and the creeper walked towards him slowly. Why is Ty walking to a creeper? Doesn't he know it's dangerous? I thought, but then I shook off the thought. I ran towards him, tackling him to the snowy ground. He struggled to get free, and I heard the hiss from the creeper about to explode. I sheltered him from the dirty snow, and some of it hit my winter coat. It slid off eventually, and I got up, brushing off the debris. Deadlox sat up, looked at me, and blinked. I lent out a hand, and he grasped it; I noticed that his skin was abnormally colder (not that I've held hands with him... or anything such as that...***). Deadlox stood up, and wearily looked at me. I led him to the camp, where I placed him in his sleeping bag. It was eventually night, and I climbed in the tent, finding Deadlox sleeping soundly. I crawled into my 'bed', and fell asleep. The next morning, I opened the tent flap, and saw flying pieces of snow flying past me. "Crap." I muttered. "Snowstorm." I was hoping it would stay for a few hours, but I got starved soon. "Shit. Now I'm starving." I glanced at Deadlox, and he was still sleeping. I was surprised he could sleep during a blizzard, with the howling winds and such. I kept staring at him, lost in thought, but a piercing howl stopped my train of thought. My attention finally snapped into reality again, and I noticed Deadlox was stirring in his sleep. He was muttering a fragments of songs. Here a few examples: "Quiet... like the snow... better... deserve it... selflessness... all stars... be brighter... emptyhanded... better..." Deadlox shivered once more in his sleep, and I took off my jacket. I settled it over his sleeping body, and gradually, the howling winds now sounded like roars of jet engines. I groaned- I was getting tired of the constant sound, and I wanted to yell, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WIND!", but I knew that wouldn't do any good. A few hours later, my stomach was literally yelling at me, "Give me food!" I glanced at the other side of the tent, and saw Deadlox's backpack. I crawled over to it, and opened it up. He had plently of food and water, but the bottled up liquid was frozen. I took out a sandwich (why the heck did he pack a sandwich?), and held it in my hands. I broke off a small portion, and ate it. It wasn't the best sandwich, but I could accept it. I looked down at the sandwich in my hands, and was tempted to eat it. Eventually, I broke off half of it, and devoured the fraction of the sandwich I tore off. A few days later... Deadlox was awake with me, but he had a light blue tint covering his skin. The blizzard had ended today, and I climbed out of the small tent. The tundra was covered in a white powder, and I spotted Deadlox's winter coat outside. I trudged through the snow to retreive it, and grabbed my pack while doing it. I went back, and placed the soggy equipment on the frosted floor. I took my winter jacket from the floor, and wore it. It was still snowing outside, but it was silent, and Deadlox scooted over to me, shivering. I picked the younger male up, and placed him in my lap. I rested my head on his shoulder, and wrapped my arms around him; trying to produce as much heat for him as possible. Eventually, Deadlox fell asleep in my arms (again), and I sighed. I really didn't feel like undoing the campsite, and I was excited to leave this freezing cold place. I placed him down, and picked up my backpack. I slung it over my back, and I did the same with Deadlox's. They were light (thank goodness for that), and I picked up the sleeping male from the frosted floor. I abandoned the campsite, and walked home. When I did, Tornote looked up from his book, and smiled. "You guys are okay! I thought you would die in the blizzard that lasted for a few days." Ghalat didn't look up from sharpening his arrows, but he said, "Welcome back." Tornote looked at Deadlox in my hands, and asked me why was he sleeping. "I don't know. He just randomly sleeps at some occasions. Once, he walked to a creeper!" A look of fear crossed Tornote's face, and he quickly said, "We have to get Ty to the hospital, NOW!" Tornote quickly ran outside, and I followed him. At The Hospital... Tornote and I ran through the glass doors, and a doctor stopped us. "What's the rush?" he said, looking at me. "Deadlox is suffering hypothermia, sir." Tornote said, and the doctor frowned. "Follow me." We followed him to a room with a bed, a heart rate chart, and other things I couldn't identify. I shook Deadlox lightly, and he woke up, yawning in the process. The doctor took him out of my hands, and placed him gently on the bed. He asked us to leave, and I started to protest, but Tornote dragged me out. We sat down at the seats near the room. Later, the doctor came out, and told us it was okay to come in. I walked in, and asked him what were the results. His mouth slowly curved into a frown, and he closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm sorry." I already knew what was coming, but I still couldn't believe it. A tear trickled down my face, and more followed. I buried my face in my hands, sobbing pitfully. The doctor placed a hand on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off. My best friend was going to die, and it's all the blizzard's fault! "He's going to live for a few more minutes, so it's best to say your goodbyes." I walked over to Deadlox, and I said, "It's been a long time since I've known you Ty, and I hope you'll be happy in the afterlife." My voice cracked, and he replied, "I told you..." Deadlox cracked a weak smile, then whispered, "Goodbye, my friend." --- I think I spammed the thread. I'M SO SORRY! I bet no one read all that... ._. |
Stonekitty  « Citoyen » 1385797080000
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| Here they come running, one by one,running away, away from here, away from all, and all to fear,for their lives, from the knives,the sheer pain is a sin, piercing into me like a pin... I honestly suck at poems. |
Kingmausey  « Citoyen » 1385846520000
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| Roses are gray Violets are gray Everythings gray I'm a dog /////// Roses are red Violets are fucking violet |
| Fallingspear « Citoyen » 1385851380000
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| Original Song: Ring Around The Rosie, Pocket Full of Posies, Ashes, Ashes, They All Fall Down. My Version: Strangle the living person Or kill them with your poison In Hell, in Hell THEY WILL BURN! --- I'm so twisted. :) |
Izaazie  « Citoyen » 1385946720000
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| One upon a time, there was an ugly barnicle. It was so ugly that everyone died! THE END! |
| Haditamagica « Citoyen » 1386268800000
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Fallingspear a dit : I really liked your fic! :0 I'm into gays a lot.... Please: :c And again, another gay Cureslash except that's a poem: (When I say rhythym I meant "He seemed to know what I was talking about") Simon's POV: I wrapped my arms around him, and told him I had a "surprise". He seemed to get the rhythym. He looked down and smiled at me. He said, "Am I sure you're not messing with me?" I shook my head and smiled. He did the same. We wondered how could it make pass the time. Everyday we thought about it, and we had a fast heartbeat. The others never knew about the one who's new. But when they did, I think their minds just flew! I thought that "I will tell on you" thing ruined the fairy tail and felt like I had to die in jail. But when they saw our prince, they began to think different things! One generation can change the world and you know you can't say a word. If you think your life is blue, that child will kick out the gloom. If you pour your tears too soon, you won't see what will come for you. --------------------------------------------------- Yeah.. I believe I could've written more but I ran out of ideas. @__@ Oh and by the way, my gay fic; I copied it from my Tumblr blog because it was so long that I was lazy to re-type it. ------------------------------------------------ SHORTEST HORROR STORIES EVER: Computer: Cannot connect to the internet. Favorite band: We're breaking up. Family: We found your Tumblr. ---------------------------------------------- *trues story* (I'm glad my Mom doesn't know my Tumblr yet! ><) |
Cutelilbee  « Citoyen » 1386271980000
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| once upon a time in the magical world of transformice there was a muffin called derpy hooves and then derpy hooves ate the muffin and beame a super pony mouse and she had some powers like fly magic and talk to animals and she was super cool but then one day she had been defeated by the muffin!! lol |