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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
1PtaliaxReaderx2Ptalia: Gakuen Madness PT. 1[A/N]: Aaaand here is the start of using slangs. Y e ah
"Fucking Christ! We're going to be late! Vlad, hurry the fuck up!" You screamed as you sprinted out of your house. You are (First Name) (Last Name), also known as South (Country Name). Vlad, or Vladimir (Last Name) is your older brother, who represents North (Country Name). Your brother soon caught up with you and smacked you upside the head. "Don't talk to your elders like that!" He growled. You elbowed him in response. "I can talk to you however I want, punk!" You growled back. Neither you nor Vlad are the morning types, so you usually take your grumpiness out on each other.
World's International Academy, a school both you and Vlad goes to, is the greatest school in the world, so you say. The building is split to two, one for the 'first players', another for the 'second players'. Three years being in school, you and Vlad still didn't quite understand it, but didn't really felt bothered by it, because let's face
Missing ScarvesThe young troll sprinted through the grocery store, Weaving in and out of the aisles she struggled to keep sight of the thief. Her footsteps slapped loudy against the tile floor and other customers growled at her when their feet were stepped upon. Wincing, Nyra (the troll) swiftly apologized whie sprinting. Her long grey scarf loosened around her neck but it went un noticed. Arms pumping Nyra dove forward and caught the back and grey stripped feline in her arm.
~Place Skip Brought to you by a insomia stricken author~
Eridan yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Gamzee had towed him, Karkat, Sollux and Terezi along with to the store for some damn reason. 'Land dwellers make no glubbin' sense some times' the royal troll thought in annoyance. His scarf draped fabulously over his shouder and glasses perched easily upon his face Eridan strode after Gamzee as
Sleepover- Ch1"Hey-No! Wait!" Dallas hissed, rushing across the road after her sister, "Tasja get back here!" she cried frantically, "Stop walking! No- Don't!"
Natasja grinned deviously at her sister as she approached Phineas and tapped his shoulder.
"Tajsa! Stop! Get back here-" she let out a shriek and whirled herslef around the corner and out of sight when Phineas turned around.
He smiled warmly at the girl in front of him, and tilted his head to the side curiously.
"Hiya Tasja," he smiled happily "Ferb's inside."
"Thanks, Phineas," She smiled "But that's not why I'm here. I actually came to talk to you."
"Oh, Okay. What's up?"
"It's about Dallas." his cheeks ignited a deep red
"Uh," he squeaked "What about her?"
"I was wondering..." Dallas watched her sister in silent horror "If you would go out with her."
Phineas' blush darkened impossibly
"Wha- y-you mean li-like a d-date?" he stuttered out nervously
Natasja grinned in false innocence
"Not 'like a date'," she smirked "A date"
"Uh... Yeah" he n
The All-Alex Rejects Chapter 5“And here we are,” Alex Jr. said, “The Eastern Brain Penitentiary.” Alex Jr. lowered the paper. Paeton, Morgana, and Alex Jr. looked at the building. It was a dark and forbidding place, constructed of concrete and metal. The sky was pitch black around it. “Erm…Maybe Mars is somewhere else. Somewhere…less forbidding.”
“Hey, you got the map,” Paeton said, “You’re the only one who knows where he went. And if you wasted 2 hours trying to get that map, then we are sure as Hell going in there and finding Mars in there…” She grabbed Alex Jr. by his tie. “Or I will strangle you with your own tie. Understand?!”
“If you do kill me, could I have a last request of getting to cop a feel?” Paeton started to tighten Alex Jr.’s tie. It became harder for him to breathe.”Okay,” he choked, “I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Paeton let go and he loosened his tie
A D VENTURE SS OF HUMAN AND BUNch AP T E RUN O
wha t the hekcle th E BU N S CR EEECHE D
hyol shti why i am curisgn im only 12 yelled human back
thjiss is ridiculosu you st ar ted this huamn the bun raced iinto sunset
ik ubnny i know a signle tear falls on human fa ce
Prelude- The RegulatorRegee stubled through the abondoned house.
'Damn. Stupid demon. Oh well. A couple scratches was worth it for 11 souls.'
He continued through knocking over some pans. They crashed to the floor.
Soon after came a loud screech and rapid footsteps, so big that the ground rumbled. A giant head poked in through a window. Regee turned to face his opponent. What he saw was what looked like a dog that went through the devil's blender.
The thing opened what looked like could be a mouth, and a demoic voice said, 'What's your name, pet. I always like to know my next meal's name, pet.'
He had to give it credit. For giant slobbering, disgusting demon dog that looks like a relative of lady gaga, it had some manners.
'Well if you insist. I am Regulus Leeubul, also known as the Regulator, member of the DWMA and personal weapon to Lord Death. And who are you?'.
The thing chuckled. 'Dorsow. 3rd
Savior-Final 1D Trollfic-Chapter 18maklemore:Let's recap:
We all wicked and desire sin
But imagine a world where no one kept there desires in
If something was called right cuz' simply we desired it
When yo' right goes against my right, who's right would win
As for being born that way
I should never see ya'll
Ever see use a word like "retard"
To describe someone who was born a little differently than we are
I guess down syndrome really isn't a thing ya'll
What do we call yo' syndrome?
Oh, that term is offensive now when it hits home?
So, what gives you the right to call the way he was born a defect?
I call yours a defect, you feel it's disrespect
You don't believe in God?
Hey, the universe says if we all gay
We either die off or have to do it God's way
And God loves you no matter what you struggle with
At least struggle tho, don't just give up and quit
Forget how you were born
We were all born in sin
But Christ died for your sin
You can be born again (Praise God for forgiveness)
We were all born in sin
But Christ died so
Pokeparody 1: The Journey Begins((Ok, I know this was taken down before, but that was because there was a small issue that popped up, but that's been taken care of. Now, you can enjoy the PokeParody series~!))
Episode 1: The Journey Begins!
(Before hand notes:
-This parody will only be more enjoyable and easier to understand if you're familiar with the Pokemon games, like X/Y (especially), Black, Red, or Blue
-Anything in between "[ ]" is meant to represent a text box appearing
-We've never really introduced Purotekuta (Gray, Kippy, Silvia, Digger, and Rommy) in any CF/SS Productions things before, so let us just point out that they're the EXACT REAL Wolf-chan (Kippy), Morgan (Digger), Shelby (Silvia), Gray (Dakota), and Tammy (Rommy), not the differing oc recreations you're most likely familiar with in the CF series and "Kyukyoku No Shi" (although said oc!recreations occur alongside them)
-Pokemon have the ability to talk in this parody)
Purotekuta excitedly entered Proffesor Acorn's lab, Kippy, Gray, Digger, Silvia
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
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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