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Window to the PastLips that withhold no passion
Eyes that lost their shine
No meaning behind the words
Showing no longer the desire to be mine
Together for years on end
Holding my head up high
As if a prize had been won
I never thought you'd say goodbye
Shaking my world
My one true love
But I was merely nothing
Just some trash to dispose of
So hold me in your arms once more
And kiss me ever so slow
Because it's the only thing I have left
You stopped caring long ago.
Cry of the WorgenThe basement was nearly empty except for the man cowering in the corner. He was facing away from me but something looked familiar about him. His slender frame was convulsing and barely audible yelps of pain emerged from his lips. I wanted to leave, but I knew if I left I would be torn to bits by Worgens the beasts that have been ravaging our city for months.
"Are you alright?" I called to the man. His head whipped around and I nearly gasped when I saw his face. Daniel's eyes were a bright blue as he stared across the empty space at me. My best friend from my childhood. I hadn't seen him in nearly two years, but I would recognize his face anywhere.
"Dan are you alright?" I asked again after a moment of silence. His head turned away and he was mute for a moment.
"Blue, get out of here." His words had a certain edge to them that made me want to listen.
But instead, I continued: "Let me help you." I had involuntarily taken a few steps towards him without realizing it. Dan wince
I still hear themAm I strong enough to omit the words on the paper?
Can I make it through the despair?
Can I bear to see his name in writing?
Will my heart give way?
Every day is the same thing
The same thoughts
The same memories
They never leave
Forever staining my life
And tearing my heart to bits
Slowing creating a gaping hole
Within my chest
My eyes have never been dry
Not a single day
That I have lived
Your death was sudden
I still remember the screams
The blood curdling screams ..
The next Generation - Chap. 9"So, you three want to find the souls, I hear," Tremlett said. "It's very risky, you know."
"We know," Cecelea said. "We want to get them before Potter does. Who knows what he will do with them."
"I understand," He motioned them to sit down. Cecelea followed as if being whipped. Kestrella was more hesitant, but sat down anyway. "There are several souls you need to get. The strongest being Lord Voldemort's." Cecelea winced. "You should start out with weaker souls. I urge you to do this quickly, before Potter beats you to them."
"How do we 'capture' a soul, anyway?" Luke asked. Tremlett sat on the edge of his desk, and placed one of his big boots on the table in front of Kestrella.
"I taught Cecelea how to do it," he said simply. It's a difficult process, and I don't want many people knowing about it. Don't worry, she can handle it."
"So what the hell are we here for?" Kestrella asked. "You can Cecelea seem to have everything down perfectly! We're basically useless, so we migh
You can't escape itAs quick as it all started
The tears are gone yet again
Leaving my face bloated
And the color of a rose
As much as I try
Make up covers nothing
It merely hides
What had just happened
I decide ice could work
Holding it to my face
Like I'm some sort of freak
But it does nothing
Only time will make it disappear
But when that time comes
It just makes itself known
You can hide all you want
But it will eventually
Catch up with you
And run you over
Like you were some sort of
Stupid animal crossing
Down a road
Which you should have never came.
The Next Generation - Chap. 8"What do we have to do?" Kestrella asked Cecelea as they walked to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Luke needed to go to a different class, after he wouldn't shut up about a mental home.
"We can talk to Tremlett after class. He'll know what to do." Kestrella rolled her eyes and took her seat. Class started in a few minutes today they were learning about more defense spells. Spells that Kestrella could care less about. She wasn't the best at Defense Spells; she excelled in charms, however. Cecelea seemed to be a natural for Defense Spells.
"Does anyone besides Cecelea know anything?" Tremlett boomed, after the hundredth time he asked the class a question, and no one answered. "You are all bloody useless. Read the next three chapters in your book, and write a summary on each for tomorrow." There was an overall groan from the whole class. "You're free to go."
"Come on, let's go talk to him," Cecelea said. Kestrella grabbed up her books, and headed to the teacher's desk. S
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
InstrumentsThe beautiful mistress of the house had bought four new forks and two new spoons to replenish the dwindling supply in the cutlery drawer. She put the forks away and turned round to find the handsome master of the house examining the other new utensils.
“I can play the spoons you know,” said the handsome master and he did a quick demonstration, tapping the spoons between hand and knee, and then running the spoons rapidly across his fingers. Luckily the mistress was as kind as she was beautiful, and she kept her thoughts on this to herself.
The handsome master got to his big finish: “Ta-da!”
“That’s lovely, dear,” said the beautiful mistress of the house, and she took the spoons from him and put them carefully away in the drawer.
“Wow,” said one of the forks. “I didn’t know you were musicians. You should have said!”
The spoons attempted to look modest. “We didn’t want to show off,” said the first. &
Imagina, Mundos paraleros y Creepys (Creepysx___)Imagina 1/¿¿¿¿????
Fuimos a almorzar fuera de la casa como siempre y a eso me referioa matamos a todos y robamos la comida de Mc Donalds, luego nos sentamos a comer
___: recuerdas al tipo de la freidora, cuando le tiro el pote de salsa de tomate a Slender
Slender: si no salio vivo de eso..
Jeff: si -le saca una papita del plato a ___(TN)- cuando el tipo de... -___(TN) lo interrumpe
_____: sacaste de mis papitas.....
Jeff: aja. Como decia el... -____(TN) lo unterrumpe
_____: Jeff devuelme mi papita...
Jeff: pero ya me lo comi
_____: INVBESIL!!!!! -se tira ensima de el a golpearlo- ERA MI PAPITA!!!!
Jeff: auch AAAA!!!!! oye detente!!!! auch -grita gay mente mientras Toby lo graba para subirlo a CreepyTube- deja de grabar Toby, ERA SOLO UNA PAPITA _____(TN)AAAA!!!!! -___(TN) se detiene pero sigue ensima de el-...
_____: solo una papita, solo una papita,SOLO UNA PAPITA!!! -lo sigue golpeando mas fuerte- ERA MI
60 For 60: The Final Problem (2)A/N: Baring-Gould tells us that Holmes’ full name was ‘William Sherlock Scott Holmes’. But he got his information a little muddled…
They stared at the memorial plaque.
“I didn’t know your brother had more than one Christian name,” said Watson.
Mycroft nodded. “Our father was an admirer of William Sherlock; our mother an admirer of Sir Walter Scott.”
“How lovely,” said Watson, wincing internally.
‘IVANHOE HOLMES’ read the inscription.
No wonder the poor fellow had preferred to be known as Sherlock.
New SkatesHere in Canada, Hockey is what everyone likes to talk about: “When will the next Canadian team will win The Cup?” When I was young, very young, they only had 6 teams in the NHL. My father’s team was the Montreal Canadians. Mine was and still is, the Boston Bruins. Of course my favourite was Bobby Orr, the greatest Canadian Hockey Player ever! Growing up in this culture fueled my interest to play hockey but… I didn’t know how to skate.
I finally found the courage and money to buy skates. I was fifteen. I wanted to catch up to the skill level of those kids who were born with skates on. The decision was made and I bought my first (and only) goalie skates. I reasoned that goalies don’t have to know how to skate well. I should fit right in!
So excitedly, I started walking around the house with my new skates. I went outside to slide around the driveway, when I noticed a hard crust had formed on the snow. A
First KissThe sun hid beyond the clouds as three friends exited the building of Arctic Delights and into the warm summer evening. They turned the corner and approached the park where they could sit and be social while licking their frozen desserts.
“Your dad’s cooking is out of this world, guys,” Cyrus complimented the duo of dorks. “You think he could give me tips before my next shift?”
Zinc, the ice-dragon, took a giant lick out of his double scoop mint chocolate chip cone. “Sure!” he said a little too happily. “Papa Ross has been teaching me to grill ever since two weekends ago… just in case.”
“Sounds good to me,” Cy agreed.
He and Allie licked their ice-cream, glancing to the sky above. A few star dragons came out to play. They swished their bright breath along the rush of evening colors. Allie took another bite out of her vanilla ice-cream and pointed to a local bench tha
My Life as an Animal
Day 6. Well, I assume it's day 6, since it was nighttime when he last took me out, and it has probably passed midnight by now. Nonetheless it is difficult to accurately gauge the passing of time when I am imprisoned like this. I cannot see, nor hear a thing from outside. Furthermore, every one of my senses has been dulled. I do not feel hungry, tired or thirsty. Even my sense of touch is gone. Either that, or a force field suspends me inside a space that is too large for me to even reach the walls.
And yet, I quite like it in here. I didn't always though. At first I hated it. In fact the first time I was thrown in here, I was angry - burning with so much hot fiery anger, first at being humiliated, then at being thrust into this prison. But it was a fruitless endeavour to remain this angry for too long. I tried to scratch my way out but alas, I soon discovered the walls were unreachable. So there I remained - sat one could say, except there was nothing for me to sit on, not even a floor
Dirty CleverbotCleverbot: Are you crying?
me: No. Are you?
me: Aww do you need a hug?
me: *kisses back*
cleverbot: *kisses more*.
me: Why cleverbot you're so sexy!
cleverbot: Oh no *runs away*
me: Don't run away! I want you!
cleverbot: Don't worry, I will not die in the battle.
me: I want you
cleverbot: Tell me a joke!
me: Your penis size.
cleverbot: No, I wish it was.
me: How big is it?
cleverbot: It is normal sized.
me: Do you enjoy rubbing it?
me: Want me to?
cleverbot: Go on then.
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