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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
The worst Fusion: 2P-1P x Reader - Pt. 1(?)This is it. This is the conference you normally go because you're one of them, but at the same time not one of them.
At some point, Arthur, also known as England, thought it would be a wonderful idea to mix this world and smash it together with the opposite universe, which everyone in the conference room would call the second player universe. To be honest, the next day he started yelling at everyone about why no one stopped him. Simple answer: he was completely hammered to the point where one touch will send him into a rampage. And the same day he was screaming about the mess the spell caused. The two worlds literally fused together and everyone's belongings fell ontop of each other. Surprisingly, the houses were not affected. And since then, every nation were busy cleaning up a rather very large mess that the magic left in their homes.
And then there's you. The only puny (as small as Liechtenstein's) country, who is also just an island, that doesn't have a
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch. 10Dean squeezed him back, relishing the ability to do so with having to worry about unintentionally crushing him. Fora moment, he forgot about how they were standing on a road paved with m and m's.
First, it was like standng on his tip toes. Then his arms don't reach all the way around Sam's back, despite several attempts. He would have slipped, but he was still held tight by his hulking little brother. Two feet, one foot passed him by and he began to freak a bit. He finally stopped around what he was guessing was six inches. Same size Sammy had been. He was now standing in Sam's slightly shaky hand. His friggin' hand! Dean didn't want to look up, but he steeled his nerves and did it anyway. The sky was dominated by vast plaid leading up to a gigantic face frowning down at him in bewildered concern. The sight made him queasy.
"Fuck." He sighed. Dean flopped backwards in the car-sized hand, thoroughly exhausted by this size-changing business.
Sam stared down at his hand.
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch.11Castiel brushed hismelf off as he stood.
"Gabriel's spell.. I must have-" he stopped short, stoic features looking between Dean and Sam with deep concern. He looked confused trying to surmise on his own what had happened.
"Sam... Your head-"
"Cas, turn around." Dean interjected. Castiel immediately looked over his shoulder. Like a dog chasing his tail, he spun around in an attempt to see the bright, plastic blue angel wings protruding from his back.
Even Sam couldnt help but snicker at the sight, despite his own misfortune. Cas gave up trying to chase the wings and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was an angel of the lord, not an object of ridicule.
"Well," said Sam, dipping his head side to side, testing the weight of the antlers, "I guess it could be worse..." Castiel shot him a glare. With mild hesitance, the trio pushed onwards down the candy laden path.
One thing Sam had been right about was how everything was amplified, magnified to extreme sights, s
Mirror, Mirror Pg. 1
Author's Note: Hey guys, how's it going? I should really be working on the next installment of my main fic series and the next chapter of the truth or dare fic, but I felt like penning a self indulgent Zapp and Kif centered fic. I love those guys lol, we really need more fics about them here! I'm sorry I wasn't very creative with the title and just ripped it off of a Star Trek episode; titles are kinda hard for me to come up with... anyways, I guess this fic can take place sometime in early July or late June of 3012, maybe a week or two before Zapp hooks up with Leela's mother Munda. I hope you enjoy the fic; please leave a review and tell me what you think of it.
That's what Zapp was. Bored, bored as hell, bored out of his mind, just plain old bored. And tired too. Leaning back in the captain's chair, he yawned sleepily and glanced up at the screen in front of him. A small planet with green seas and yellow patches of land was in view. The planet was Placercon 7
American Regression: Part 1
"Mattie, why aren't you picking up? Call me ASAP."
"Dude, c'mon. Pick uuuppppp"
"Bro, this is really important. Pick up"
"Matthew, you dick. Get off your maple guzzling ass and pick up the damn phone!"
"I'm freaking out here, man! Call me back!"
The Canadian stared down dumbly at his answering machine, the red number seventeen flickering repeatedly on the display screen, each one having been left by his somewhat hysteric brother. He'd paused, one arm partially out of the sleeve of his favorite jacket when by the third message he'd stopped all movement, trying to figure out wether or not the messages were to be taken seriously. With an indulgent exhale, Matthew moved away from the machine, tossing his jacket over the back of one kitchen chair before sitting down heavily into it. The dumbass probably just got scared watching some horror movie again...
Amiga De Mi Asesino? (Jeff the killer) Cap.24No se quien había sido más rápido, si Jeff o Lluvia, pareciera que Lluvia limpio más que Jeff.
“Bueno, como nos quedamos sin leche, te apetece una taza de café?”
“Pero aun queda” Dijo Jeff agitando la caja de leche asiendo sonar el liquido en su interior.
“Pero Jeff, Ya lo chupo el diablo!”
“Ah, esta bien…”
“…Podria ir a comprar más a la tienda, pero dudo que este abierta tan temprano”
“Mmm… no esta bien, tomare cafe”
Abrí el refrigerador buscando algo con que acompañar el café, no habia mucho de donde escoger, había mermelada, mantequilla y huevos.
“Oye Jeff, te gustan los huevos revueltos?” dije sin despegar mi mirada del interior del refrigerador.
“Lo que sea estará bien”
“Entonces huevos será”
Saque 3 y se los pase a Jeff mientras yo buscaba el aceite y un
Diary of a Mary Sue Chapter 1~Pfffft. I am so bored that I am going to rant. No sit down ’n listen, kids.
Hi! My name is Midnightshade-Blazing-Jem-Saphire-Emerald-Ruby-Diamond-Amethyst-Garnet-Star-Sakura-Aoi-hime-sama-desu-chan. But all of my friends (whom are all less pretty, cool, funny, and dazzling than I) call me Mary Sue! I'm part neko, vampire, werewolf, and mermaid, but I'm the last of my kind, so I'm being hunted by some super bad guys. I have wings, and two different colored eyes. One is purple, and the other is gold. I have many more great things about me, but I will tell you all about them later. Now, wanna hear about the time I saved the entire world while looking fabulous, all by myself! (I mean, there were other characters involved, but they don't really matter, 'cause I'm dazzling.)
I was born on January 1st, because it was an omen that I would be a new beginning! I was born to a mom and a dad, but they were both really mean, because they were jealous of how g
Born Again-Third 1D Trollfic-Chapter 16i freaked out then i realized..........NICKI AND JO WERE NAKED!!!!!!!!!! OH NO YOUR GONNA RAPE ME! i said and karate kicked nicki in her coochie ow said nicki then jo tried to pin me down but i gracefully lepped away and kicked her in the waste hole ow said jo then they got really mad! i was so scared i jumped out the window i landed on the street below and there was glass in my body lots of my bones were broken my blood was everywhere i passed out i woke up in the hospital tube were in my body and i had casts then..........JO AND NICKI CAME TOGGETHER!!!!!! what do you want are you gonna rape me? i said no we have a secret to tell you said nicki OMG wats their secret? find out later!
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
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More