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Amythist Gray She was the girl with black hair and tons of eyeliner. The girl with black clothes and more piercings then i could probably count.
Her name was Amythist Gray, or so she said. She got called
'Emo bitch' and a freak every day, and she just hung her head and let her bangs cover everything.
I wasn't majorly popular or an over-tight nerd either. I was the quiet one who liked to sit outside and draw.
I liked to think i was a good artist, and drew everything. One day in the courtyard I was doodling a girl...
She wore a pixi like dress made of the night sky. Her hair was so dark it flickered purple in the light. She looked over a
moving orb and constellations formed her background.
A loud splat and laughter interrupted my steal like concentration on my goddess.
A jock had threw his sports drink all over Amythist. I guess she finally cracked...
or just lost her sanity for a few moments. Everyone was laughing and pointing.
To daddy.life has always been a game to me.
I never wondered what i couldn't be.
You told me, "Be whatever you please."
And i felt like i brought the world to it's knees.
That one girl with a venom tounge
A beutiful song she always sung.
Weither it shall sting, or wheither it shall
sooth, she spoke the words, velvet smooth.
Red her hair. Much like her temper,
She was so stubborn. Couldn't help her.
She liked it that way. No one else
had room to stay.
Your 2 cents never spent.
Good advice always lent.
Trust me she did, she took it to heart.
And to her brain. She grew so smart.
That one little girl, you told to be,
anything and everything she ever pleased.
Grew up strong and grew up good.
Just like you all knew she would.
Puppet.In and out the
as the clock bellows.
Twelve o'clock, mindnight,
sun is absent,
Puppet you are
held by strings,
As the metal cuts
deep. Burns and stings.
No happy endings,
they spoil the truth.
As his body drops dead,
trapped in youth.
You flee laughing, feeling alive...
Poor poor family... They couldn't survive.
The gamePretty pink ribbons.
Pretty pink pearls.
BIG blue eyes
and perfect blonde curls.
Dark black nails
Dark black hair.
Bright green eyes
and mascara applied
A musical laugh
and golden hair thrown
The Ruler of
school eats up attention.
yyuuuummmm a tasty snack.
A hidden eye and covered
The shadow dewler hates the light.
Skin moonbeam kissed.
The Flawless vixen tricks
Steals a boyfriend. a girls heart.
Makes a lover.
The child of black sits
alone. Emptyness she feels
She doesn't want to act,
She says that. But isn't sure.
The 'perfect' girl lockes the stall.
And presses her 'boyfriend' agenst the
Love ha! it's a lie to her.
It was never real, but she -also- isn't sure.
The lover and child are much the same.
They act like don't feel so ashamed.
Like they don't feel like they somehow don't belong.
And there life is a cliche. Inspration of a broken love song.
The curls and pearls have there favorites.
Black hair and pale
Vampyre love.He held her close.
Breathed in her ear,
and whispered sweet nothings.
She closed her eyes and savored the bliss.
It hurt. At first. Then nothing but sheer bliss.
Like seeing through gauze, her vision half blured.
Making loud noises as he carried on,
Then.... everything blossemed untill she
couldn't take it anymore.
Crying out in pleasure, she heard a growl
escape his chest.
Nails scored his back and raked her
His heart beat under her skin,
her's under his. His plesure in
her belly, she could feel it.
Her blood filling him. Making
him moan louder and louder.
Her own pleasure eminating from
This vampyre... made her melt.
Fire licked at her whole body, and
she scrame louder, his name, scratching
Then he pulled back breathing hard.
Nothing was more precious than that moment.
His ice blue eyes locked on her emerald ones.
Falling beside her and running his hands
over her arms and hair.
Coaping with the thumping of his heart and hers,
That moment was the one she
Percisly plasticShe climbed to the top of the tree.
A cut on her hand and a bruise on her knee.
Her dad was smiling, always happy.
Laughed at jokes, no matter how crappy.
Her mother perfect in all.
her blush and perfume made her a doll.
Percisly plastic. It's in her blood.
If she could change her life,
She certainly would.
The moon looks down, eyes full of sad.
The pity she feels angers her. Boils her blood
The tears drip down like a rain shower.
Falling down.. Making her feel trapped
Her body a tower.
The silver of her razor glitters in the
beams of the pityful moon.
And she knows, blissful pain is
Her skin redddens in protest,
as the razor glides over a vein the closest.
Just like the tear the blood drips down.
Coating and covering the once green
The wounds scream her secreat.
Even though she always planned to keep it.
The braclets and bangels hide the truth.
The truth that mom has broken bones and chipped a tooth.
The truth that dad never smiles at her, makes her w
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part TwoA link to the first half of this story can be found in the notes below. And now for the conclusion….
Dalca Castle, outside Vanity City, Maryland.
“What the hell kind of place are you-all running here?”
Fred Smythe jumped to his feet, his face flushed with anger. “Don’t come in here shouting and using that kind of language in front of my wife!”
“I’ll speak how I like! Me and the wife got here bright and early. We were fixing to put decorations for the big picnic tomorrow. Then she disappeared. I tried calling her cellphone, but no answer. I hollered her name. Still no answer. I looked everywhere before I finally found her, tied to a tree over there!”
“It’s true,” his wife said. “Some man and woman in fancy old costumes grabbed me. Said they didn’t want us around! Then they tied me up! Even gagged me so I couldn
Hetalia x Reader Dumblore Sadness
America slammed his hand on the table.
“And I’ll be the hero!” He exclaimed. That set them all off. England and France were shoving each other, calling names while China and all the Asians Stood off and rolled their eyes.
“Hey watch the koala!” and “You bloody frog!” could be heard along with curses in multiple languages. Italy was in chibi form furiously waving his flag while Hungary was swinging her frying pan in every way. Denmark and Prussia had come to blows while you could hear Norway, “Call me big brother!”
Germany was twitching in annoyance. He had had enough of this bull.
“Oi! You dunkopfs! Vould jou all just sit down und listen! Ve vill take turns speaking und I vill start!” He shouted. Catching all the countries attention. Russia had stop trying and hit America with his pipe. England took his hands off of France’s neck and Switzerland lowered his rifle.
“Okay so to address the problem at han
The First Ceasefire - Chapter 20 :: NamesSniper sat up when he heard the door unlock.
Spy entered the room, a worried expression on his face. "I 'ate to say it, but we need 'ou. Quickly."
Sniper jumped to his feet. "Whoi? What happened?"
"It's Scout... Just, come." Spy led the Australian into compartment three, where Scout was curled up on the couch shuddering, screaming and sobbing.
"Oh, no..." Sniper whispered. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." Medic said curtly. "He vas yelling about not vanting to be touched and vas screaming and sobbing."
Sniper reached out his hand, gently resting it on Scout's shoulder. "Scout... It's gonna be okay... Oi promise..." He said softly, gently squeezing the younger's shoulder.
Scout's breathing began to slow, and his sobs began to grow quieter.
Sniper sat down next to him, slowly rubbing his back with his other hand.
Scout let out a small whimper as Sniper gently adjusted him so that the younger's head was in his lap, but then went quiet again, body still shaking slightly.
Hey... It's gon
Memories :: Chapter 13You knocked once, and before you could knock again, Scout pulled the door open. He wasn't wearing his uniform any more, he had changed into a grey shirt and simple brown pants, although his hands were still bandaged and he had his tags around his neck.
"Hey..." You giggled slightly.
"Hey... You look... nice..." He said quietly, blushing.
You smiled. "Thanks. You aren't lookin' too bad yourself."
"Thanks. I know a pretty cool place where we can hang out, if ya wanna go. It's not very far..."
"Sure, why not?"
" 'Kay, follow me..."
He led you'd down the hall, and the two of you entered a small door that revealed a staircase, and you began to go up.
Scout held the door open for you as you stepped out, letting the cool night air hit your skin. Observing the area, you realized that you were on the roof. There were crates all around the roof; some without lids, some with lids, and some that looked very broken.
Scout came out directly after you, closing the door behind him.
"None of the
Hetalia x reader: Corpestalia(A/N) Hey everybody before the story starts I want to let you know that this "______" means your country name not your human names and this (e/c) eye color, (h/c) hair color, (h/l) hair length, (s/c) skin color, (f/c) favorite color and this (a/c) means any cloths and this "" is speaking and this '' is thinking Got it, okay oh....you can use your oc if you want because I love you and I don't know your life. <3
Anyway to the story (chair-mode activate "Boop") Enjoy
It's time for another World Meeting. Everyone is gathered together, in Japan's new office building. France is the last to arrive.
'Finally I have arrive.' France thought to himself as he standing in the middle of the looking around while other country
Steve X Reader Chapter 5: 10 Out of 10 Would Bang"W-Wait, you mean..?" She asked. Aw, she's adorable~ (YO SHUT THE FUK UP STEVE)
I nodded happily.
"Also, since you're new to this world, you'll be living with us now!" (DAYUM STEVE, ARE YOU FORCING THE READER TO LOVE YOU OR SOMETHING?) I grinned.
She nodded gently.
I grinned like an idiot out of happiness. (Ah. He admit it.)
She giggled normally like what any girl would do. Except Kia. She'd laugh like an obnoxious asshole. (STOP. DON'T ADMIT ANYMORE THAN THAT.)
"Where do I sleep?" She asked.
Oh, right, forgot about thaaaaaaat.
"Hold on for a minute please." I asked.
I went upstairs and fixed the guest room.
(OKAY. SUDDENLY THE LAZINESS ATE ME IN WHOLE. I'LL TRY AGAIN LATER.)
Worgen Story chap 18. AbaleenChap 18.
I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how; he kept saying he wanted to go with him, but I begged him not to... My life is a mess... I'm supposed to be his luna, it was all explained to me but I don't know how, I don't even know if I can. He might go, I hope he doesn't oh God, please; don't let him go...
I sat up in bed, I was all alone. I opened my door, the house was cold, empty and quiet. I became nervous, I walked out to the window and parted the curtains. His car was there, but where was he? His door was shut, I crept over and opened it, peeking inside. He was gone... Did he leave? I stopped dead in my tracks, I heard a sob, it came from the bathroom. I crept across the floor, approaching quietly. The door was open slightly, I listened, there was soft sobs. I looked through the crack in the door. Hex was standing over the sink, he looked like he was gripping his ears, as if to keep
Movie Magic - Part 2PART 2 - ADJUSTED FOCUS
Nurse Poultice held a pointer in her teeth and tapped it on a slightly faded eye chart, speaking to her patient through the sides of her mouth. "Hokay, read me the shmallesht line y'all can shee."
Twilight dutifully held the opaque paddle over her unscathed eye and peered across the test site infirmary's cramped exam room at the rows of letters. The relentless, colorful sparkles in her right eye were starting to give her a mild headache, but they seemed to settle down as she concentrated. "Um... 'Manufactured under Crown Charter by the Twenty Twenty Optometrical Supplies Company, Manehattan, Equestria.'"
The earth pony nurse blinked, then craned her neck to peer at a tiny line of text at the very bottom of the chart. After a moment she pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, squinting as she pushed her snout against the paper, Her pointer clattered on the concrete floor as her jaw dropped open in shock. She turned and stared wide eyed over the top of her s
At Birth (Akuroku) Ch. 30At Birth, I Promised Death I Would Die
This is it.
IT HAS BEEN AN INCREDIBLE TWO AND A HALF YEARS. You guys are the most fantastic audience. I can't breathe right now.
This is the final installment. The fic's complete.
IMPORTANT: While I get my breath together, I just wanted to say that this story might become a novel. So that means I'm planning on taking it down soon, changing the characters to originals, and publishing. So read it while you can or save it on your computer for READING PURPOSES ONLY. Not sure when it will be published (if it gets through and everything) because I have to edit the hell out of it.
It's been an amazing ride, you guys. You're all fantastic for sticking with me for so long. Thank you.
This also means I'll be working on other writing ideas. WOW FINALLY. Maybe I'll actually focus on the other fics in my arsenal. It's about goddamn time. I'll keep you updated on my tumblr (there's a link on my FF profile).
So thank you guys, it's been
Possibly a story?My blood. Oh God my blood.
it flowed from every opened wound on my
body. I feel.. No.. scratch that. I AM broken.
My wrist, my leg i feel it. The bone. Protrding from
my skin. Like some malicous thing, coming to attack me.
Only... It is me. Well a part of me anyways..
I need a doctor.. And some morphine. Yes morphine, morphine
is the God's necter when you're in the condition i seem to be in.
I'm seeping blood from my pores.. Yes i need morphine.. Lots of it.
Maybe some more blood to.
Dying.. I. Am. Dying. There is no other
way to put it. I'm laying here, with glass stuck in every
piece of my skin, and i'm calm.. Maybe the clam before the storm..
Nahh i'm way to calm.. maybe some random person drove by
when i was still un-concious and was like, "Well that seems to
be a horrible car wreck. Oh poor girl.. here i'll just dope her
up with the ever so convient random syringe of numbing drug i have
in my jeans pocket." Damn people. I should be thankfull that the person
that may or maynot've s
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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