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Of Course I Talk To Myself P. 1You are such an ignorant idiot!!!
"I know I am. You have said that a fair amount of times now, thank you."
I can't believe it! He was right there!!!
"I know he was. Right infront of me. I can see a person who is infront of me."
"Ummm, Sia...? Who are you talking to...?" Fallia asked me, a worried look on her face.
You idiot. Why do you talk to yourself?
"Oh? So you want me to Terrance?"
What?! Oh no! Of course not!!!!!
"Sia...? Who are you talking to......?!?"
Ugh! Now everyone is going to think that you need serious mental help!
"Me, meaning us...."
You know what I mean!
"No actually, I don't. Would you care to explain~?"
Jesus this is going to be a long night....
"SIRENA!!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?!?!?!"
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
October 31, 10:18 at night. Halloween. When Alexander Keith Claws was born. He had blond hair, and big amber eyes. A little miniature Luke, but with different eyes, and a small piece of blue hair at the back of his head, curled, resembling a tail. He also had another curl at the back of his head, a brown one, right next to the blue one.
Two curls. Blond hair. Amber eyes. 7.1 pounds. 21 inches. Luke couldn't grasp that he had a son. Now, he had two kids. Nope, couldn't believe it. He never knew marrying Sirena would get him this far in life. Luke stared down at his newborn son, and cradled him. Kyra popped her head over his shoulder and smiled down at her little brother.
"When can I teach him softball?" she whispered into her dad's ear.
"He won't be learning softball. He will be learning baseball, and that won't be for a while...." he quietly whispered back.
Shattering CreationA glass heart broken,
shattered from another.
for a true love saying,
"I'll stay with you forever,
be with you forever.
Don't you ever,
The heart is pleading,
wanting to be,
put back together.
It knows it's so fragile.
Fragile as glass.
it doesn't care.
The glass heart is waiting,
waiting for another.
It wants to hear,
that true love saying,
"We might be forbidden.
Far away from each other.
But just you remember,
I'll always love you.
Don't you ever,
One little tip,
down goes the heart.
Shattered once again,
unable to repair.
Wishing now that,
it took caution.
It's wish is left unheard.
The glass heart,
is forever left alone.
Most of it's shards,
have gone missing,
The pain is,
too much to take.
It's tears come,
in small crystal flakes.
The Prince Charming,
it's true love,
is finally here.
Picking up the pieces,
ignoring the cuts,
and the tears,
in his once soft hands.
Different "Come on Elizabeth! Open up!" my mother shouted at me, banging on the door. I didn't reply. I only stared down at my closed laptop.
"Dammit! That girl needs serious therapy...." I heard her say, and walk off. I could tell even by how she was walking, she was ticked off.
Sighing, I slowly opened my laptop. Glaring at it disapprovingly, I watched it as it slowly woke up from it's computer slumber. I lightly grazed the keyboard with my hand, and smirked as my profile finally started to load.
Months of poetry. Months of stories. Months of drawings. And my science and or social studies teacher says I can't write a simple children's newspaper? That fool..... I thought as I scrolled though my documents of all of my poems and stories. I glanced over at my Drawing Folder, and patted it fondly. Mr. P would laugh if he heard that.
I sighed again, and ran my hand through my brown hair. Life was difficul
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
"Duhhh.... Luke? Trinity? I think Sirena's water broke...." Fallia squeaked, hand over her mouth.
"W-What? That's i-impossible.... She's due for another two months!" Luke stuttered, tripping over to his wife's hand.
"Well, Nat can't help, she's still out cold." Trinity moaned, walking over to Sirena's hospital bed.
"Oh gods, what are we going to do? Yes Sirena will be alright, she'll heal herself, but what what about the baby?" Fallia hissed, rubbing her temples.
~*~*Sirena's Mind (POV)*~*~
"I HATE YOU!!" I shrieked, hissing out, words filled with fury. I shoved my father away, and glared at him, green eyes burning with anger. "HE'S TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE ONLY SIXTEEN!!! YOU CAN'T LET HIM GO OUT THERE!!!"
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!" my father howled down at me, and struck me with the bottom of his sword handle
Rode to IndependenceBombs are bursting in the air,
while the ash comes down.
The sounds of the guns,
is heard throughout the land.
Soldiers falling left and right,
they were all someone's son.
Proud men they were,
fighting on the field.
Sounds of the leather boots,
sucking in marsh land.
This war pointless,
taking away many lives.
A sixteen year old boy,
shot down in the ditch.
Running around him,
no one noticing.
An old lady crying.
What was the point of this?
Some tea thrown in the sea?
Some disagreement with religion?
Some words over leadership?
What ever happened to forgive,
Why do you finally agree,
that guns is the way?
Lost forever into the firing of guns.
No Messages '0 MESSAGES' it said. Damn. Wasn't anyone on? Nope. Ugh..... Stupid internet. Stupid Writer's Block. Stupid Artist Block. Stupid time zones. Stupid-..... Oh hey look, a message.
"GET ONNNNN" it read.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" I replied.
"WHY YOU HATE MEEEEEEEEEEE??"
"I DOOOON'T. I'M JUST LAAAAAAZZZZZZZZYYYY"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME SAAAAAAD?"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME TIRED?"
"Aw hell naw!"
"Aw hell yes!"
"Damnit, just get online"
"I tried, stupid laptop won't let me"
"But I wanted to RP...."
"I know. I know."
'0 MESSAGES' the small icon read after a few minutes. I groaned and smashed my head into the pillow. Why does this world hate me? This stupid... virtual.... world. The real world hates me, too. What am
Three Sisters~Chapter 15~
Andrew led me down long halls and corridors. All had black and white checkered tiles, and blank white walls. Marble columns were posted every ten feet, with large vases of red roses infront. Looking up, I saw the roof was high up, and windows stretched from the floor up, golden rays of light shone through. Our small steps echoed through the empty halls.
"When's daddy coming home?" I suddenly asked, tilting my head to him, taking his hand in mine.
"Not for another week...." Andrew replied sadly, sighing. I frowned, feeling a twinge in my chest. I squeezed his hand lovingly, and he looked up at me.
"At least he will be home, right?"
Once again, I felt that feeling again. I slowed down, and then pulled Andrew to a stop, turning him to face me, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I know, want to go ride the horses?" I questioned him, a hint of s
AnchoredI'm lost and slowly drowning.
In a sea of endless emotions.
Being tossed and turned.
Oblivious to my surroundings.
I have no idea where I'm going.
I have no idea where I'm at.
Can anyone please help me?
Maybe find my way back?
I'm not going anywhere.
What should I do?
At least someone throw me a clue....
At least to know which way to go.
There are so many colors.
Different from the rainbow.
Down here is so perfect.
I might just stay here a while.
Wait, the colors!
Where did they all go?
They were here a second ago.
Where could they have gone?
Why would they abandon me?
I haven't done anything wrong.
Could I have just screwed up.
Like how I usually do?
I have to focus at the task at hand.
Someone has tied an anchor to me.
Pulling me back down.
It's so cold down here.
Wait a minute, where is here?
Anyone just help me.
See the world above.
I'm just so lonely,
and no one comes around.
I don't need you or anyone.
I stare at these chains.
Tying me to the floor.
We Are CrabThey weren't real.
That's what he kept telling himself one dark night, the moon disappearing behind the clouds that hid the dark skies and their brilliantly shining stars.
Ivan's room was fairly empty; the only things resting on it's cold wooden floor being a small bed pressed against the wall where his window sat overhead and a small coffee tarnished night stand resting next to the bed, a lamp resting on it's base.
A blue blanket was draped over the bed, which was pulled back as Ivan snuggled up under the soft, moth eaten fabric. The clock resting to the lamp beeped subtly as he set the alarm for eight o'clock in the morning, the red numbers changing until he was finished.
He rested his head on the soft pillow, drifting off to sleep as shadows were cast over his limp form.
Ivan's eyes flew open as he heard a sharp clatter and the crackle of glass breaking over his bed. Looking up, he saw the window shatter, sending glass cascading over his bed and face. He clamped his jaws, tee
Romans 5:6-21Romans 5:6-21
6 For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. 7 For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. 8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. 9 Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him. 10 For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life. 11 And not only so, but we also joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have now received the atonement.
12 Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned: 13 (for until the law sin was in the world: but sin is not imputed when there is no law. 14 Nevertheless death reigned from Adam to Moses, even over them that had not sinned after the similitude of Adam
Female Artists and the Nude Male, Part 6: This is a continuation of the larger essay. I plan to post two more parts. Part 1 can be found here: http://sta.sh/01cn2i7dcles.
Born in France in 1964 the artist Isabelle Bonzom has worked in various medians such as watercolor or crayons on paper and oil on canvass. Some of her works in oil on canvas which show the male nude are “Twisted” (2001), “Spiraled” (2002) and “The Origin of the World” (2001). This last picture seems to have been inspired by Gustave Courbet 1866 painting of the same name, except that in Isabelle Bonzon’s painting the figure is male.
Sinking of the ConcordiaInterview with jack tailor.
Note: Although this is based on real events the main character is purely fictional.
Interviewer: ‘ok, I understand that you where on the Costa Concordia when she sank. Is that true?’
Jack Tailor: ‘yes it is’
Interviewer: ‘did you lose any of your family in the disaster? And if so how does it affect you?’
Jack: ‘ok, you’re starting to sound like my English teacher. But luckily we all got off the ship.’
Interviewer: ‘would you mind telling us what the sinking was like from your view?’
Jack: (sigh) ‘fine, it was pretty much like most nights all the way up until dinner time. I was about to order desert when I heard a terrible banging sound, the whole ship shuddered and leaned to port as though she was turning but she did not come out of it until later that night. The waiters were sent flying and lots of cups and plates were broken on the floor.’
Interviewer: ‘so the collisi
Spotkanie nad rzekaKronika: Spotkanie nad rzeką
Przygotowane pod panowaniem władcy: Wilhelm.
wtorek, 23. grudnia Anno Domini 1008
Księstwo: Hrabstwo Jaffy i Aszkelonu
Nie dalej jak trzy tygodnie temu zwiadowca nasz natknął się na pielgrzyma z Księstwa Galilei. Wieczorem to było, rozbili więc wspólny obóz nad rzeką. Długo próbowali dojść do porozumienia w sprawie ustalenia granic, lecz obaj władcy stanowczy byli, i tak też ich ludzie postępowali w rozmowach. Rozmowa ostra była, ciężko było im uzyskać zadowalający kompromis. Debatowali tak całą noc. Raz za czas, gdyby ktoś podszedł do obozowiska, usłyszałby siarczyste przekleństwa wykrzykiwane w gniewie.
Dnia następnego, władcy spotkali się, by rozmówić się osobiście. Dzień cały w namiocie spędzili, debatując nad wieloma sprawami. Późn
Nations of the Western Continent (Enorwin)Sfink:
A cat-like people, their territory goes from the Far Western coast on the edge of the Great Trackless Ocean to the edge of the Central Wastes. They control the Ut'thah Desert, the Sfink Grassland, and the St'usin Bay. They also control a portion of the Sea of Separation. Their capital is Ut'thah.
The Mountain Elves live on the Elven Mountains to the north of the Central Wastes and east of the Eastern Swamp. Their territory includes the latter, and they also control parts of the Sea of Separation. Their capital is Eymirtoft.
The Swamp Elves live in the great swamp that divides the two continents. Their territory stretches from the eastern border of the Central Wastes to the western edge of Middlemarsh. They control Shallowsea, the Dark Swamp, and the Marsh of Shadows. They are bordered in the south by the Orcs and the west by the Humans. Their capital is Chirkidw.
The Orcs live to the east of the province of Baymarsh, and to the south of the Cen
The spread of NimrodSubmitting to Nimrod isn't easy.
For he is the maker of the Roman army.
Nimrod settled in Kosovo.
Another name for Kosovo is Dardania.
The Kosovars spread all overthe Balkans.
The Trojans caome from Nimrod also.
The Romans are white Hamites.
Hamites come in every color.
Matando el aburrimiento xDEstoy aburridisima xD por eso hago esto =3
-Deletrea tu nombre con canciones:
J Jar Of Hearts -Christina Perri
E Entre Tus Alas -Camila
S Sitting At Home -Hunter Parrish ♥.♥
S Secrets -One Republic
I I Believe I Can Fly -R. Kelly xD
C Call Me Maybe -Carly Rae Jepsen
A About You Now -Miranda Cosgrove
• SEGUNDO PASO:
- Nombre: Jessica (Dah)
- Cumpleaños: 9 de agosto =3
- Apodo: Jessi, Jess, Michelle (Mi segundo nombre xD)
- Color de ojos: Verdes claro
- Color de cabello: Castaño claro (Pero lo quiero rubio D= )
- Signo del zodiaco: Leo =3
• TERCER PASO:
- Los zapatos que llevabas: Estoy descalza xD
- Tu miedo(s): Las alturas, las arañas, los payasos (xD si ya se), perder a las personas que quiero
- Tu pizza perfecta: Peperoni *-*
- Qué objetivo deseas alcanzar: Ser una persona feliz y coseguír al amor de mi vida (Que cursi xD)
• PASO CUATRO:
- Tu mejor característica física: Mis ojos =3 jaja
- Tu hora de
It's Too Far Work brain work! Why wouldn't it work!?!? I need to draw something. Wait, I don't like drawing. I love sketching. I need to write something. A story. A poem. Anything.
Music. YouTube? What's on YouTube..... I haven't seen this song before. Ooh~ I like it. Favorite~! What? I have 39 songs in my playlist? But.... but I like all of these songs. Wait, no not this one. Or this one. WAIT, I deleted the wrong one! WHY!? I really liked that one.... Uh, what was the name of it again?
Shouldn't I be doing homework...? Yes I should. I really, really, really, really, should. Hey look, a Message!
"Ciao" it said.
"Hei" I replied.
No response after. Same as last time. No no no no!! Nein nein nein nein NEIN!!! My lasagna...... It's.... It's cold...... My smoothie.... It's..... It's gone..... Thirsty. Ever so thirsty.....
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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