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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.
The Truth Of Lusitania's Sinking
Thomas was sitting sadly at the sheds in Vicarstown. What Britannic had told him was flying around his smoke box.
'Well, the Cunard liner, Lusitania was carrying some on the journey she sank back in 1915, despite the fact I never knew her personally.'
Thomas shuddered when he thought the word 'sank'. Lusitania was his best friend had met her way back in 1909 when he was still working for the LB&SCR the two quickly became great friends until 1914 when the First World War started and the Cunard liner had to be refitted to become a troopship and in 1915 Thomas was sold to the NWR. He closed his tearful eyes as he thought of the great memories he had with Lusitania. They didn't do much since they both had jobs to do but when the two did meet they would talk about their work have a great laugh until Thomas was assigned to do other work or it was time for Lusitania to depart. Thomas' thoughts were interrupting by puffing, clanking and rumbling of the turntable as an engine puffed onto it. He
El primer dia de clases Parte 1EL PRIMER DÍA DE CLASES-PARTE 1
Eran las 9 de la mañana y todos estábamos en el bosque charlando de...lo que sea que estábamos charlando (???? ...
Cadence: Y bueno,¿De qué hablábamos?
Rookie: Sobre la fiesta :V
Cadence: Ok ¿Qué hacemos? :3
Ana: Siempre cambies el tema :I
Cadence: xD Lo se (??
Cyndi:¡Juguemos una guerra de nieve!:icon0u0plz:
Clau:*Tira Una bola de nieve*
Rosy:¡Auch! xD *Tira bolas de nieve por todas partes*
Alguien:*Le tiran una bola de nieve(??*¡Oigan!Yo no participo aqui >:I
Ludmi: Entonces Vallase :I
Sonia:¡SIGAMOS!*Tira bolas de nieves*
Rookie: Me rindo:iconigiveupplz: (?
Rapu: Tranquilo *Lo levanta*
Rookie: Gracias c//:
Después de unas horas(Que rápido pasa el tiempo¿No? xD)...
Yo: Ya me voy a almorzar,después vuelvo
Cadence: Ok,Te esperamos aqui.
Yo: Ok *Se va a su igl
Research of the Orgin The research is still far from complete yet I have made a great find. The origin of SlenderMan. Many people think it originated from a game, contest, or movie. None of those theories are true. The real origin is dated as far back as to before the earliest colonization in America. The early settlers of America built the lost town of Roanoke. The town got short on supplies and men were sent back to Europe to get more supplies. However, b the time the men got back, the life filled town had literally disappeared. The only thing that was left to find was a piece of wood with unreadable carvings on it. The carvings were of an unknown language, even to the Native Americans. Many theories have sprung up to explain the disappearing of Roanoke. None of the theories are accurate. The SlenderMan has been proven by my associates, who are part of a government research facility that I shall not reveal the name nor location, to be involved in the disappearing of Roanoke.The SlenderMan, I have s
Books of OrderBooks of Order:
Order is the child of reason and diplomacy.
If all species are orderly, then peace is -
To have order, there must be diplomacy between -
- different species.
Wars and conflicts can only be solved by diplomacy and -
If a species is not orderly, then they will not survive -
- for long.
Only if there is order can a species thrive.
The ultimate goal for those who are following the -
- path of Order is peace.
We do not aim for personal gain or conquest.
All intelligent species must see that order is the only way -
- to truly survive in this galaxy. This is the only real truth -
- of life.
Books of ScienceBooks of Science:
Science is the only way to find the -
- truth about the universe.
To analyse all until the answer is found.
Science is also a powerful ally. To use science -
- during war is the only way to win. Science is what -
- creates empires, not force or reason.
Analysing the facts may not always give a direct answer.
Sometimes you must dig deeper to find the truth about -
Who invented weapons? Ships? Technology?
Not diplomacy or prosperity or power.
But with science.
Everything requires science, or else the universe -
- would not exist. The way of Science is the only way -
- to live.
Scrolls of FaithScrolls of Faith:
To live by the ways of faith requires dedication.
It requires loyalty.
And it requires power.
To be truly on with faith, you must destroy -
- all who do not think the same way as you do.
Any who do not adhear to your ways of thinking are -
- not worthy of you.
Any who do join your way or who belive the same -
- as you should be embraced as friends.
This is the way of Faith.
Any who follow the way of Faith know that the -
- way of Force is their mortal enemy.
Faith is the only way to true dominance of -
- your part of space. Faith is the only way -
- to live.
What Is Faith?"Faith is the unshakable confidence in the reality of the unseen world; faith is the evidence of things hoped for. Faith is not mental accent or intellectual agreement. Faith in God, faith in the finished works of our Lord Jesus Christ is a spiritual force that grows and develops in the heart or spirit of man. That is where you have the hidden personality or spirit of man.
One thing is clear about faith: faith is in the present tense; it receives now; it acts now; it believes now. The certainty of God's yet unfulfilled promises.. What is unseen is therefore the basis of faith.
Happy Ending LoopA we've got a live one here lion.
dead button doll nose-and a taste for striped bacon wallpaper
Scrolls of HarmonyScrolls of Harmony:
All of us are linked together.
We must live together in harmony if we -
- are to have peace.
Following the ways of Harmony will bring -
- all species inner peace as well as galactic -
Any intelligent species will see that the -
- way of Harmony is the only way to live.
Any who do not embrace this will only have war -
- and destruction.
Those who follow the way of Harmony must also -
- be one with the nature around us.
Doing this will make animals less agressive.
Being peaceful is the best way to join the path -
- of harmony.
Peace is always with those that are in harmony.
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.....
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