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The Ugly Butterfly The Ugly Butterfly
He breathed heavily, his fists clenched and his green eyes wide and unfocused. They darted everywhere, looking around, searching for something. Anything. Anything to take him away from the monster that was pulling him to his room. "Your mother has told you that she is busy! And she means it! I know you don't like this treatment but it's the only way!"
He couldn't hold back, he had to get away!
Dexter started to pull and tug, now tears were filling his eyes as he reached for the edge of the wall and held on, to keep his nanny from pulling him any further. The woman was grunting as she roughly tugged at
What a Curse, to Ache the Way That I Do.There is another,
And now your tentative
Delicate phrasing, and
Quiet fidgeting seem
Like a foolish, love-ached
Of what could have been.
When I think of her,
Of a pair of porcelain bodies;
I picture my opposite.
Alabaster in the moonlight -
Long, yellow locks that
Wrap like silk around
Your cracking knuckles.
And all of her skin new,
Lacking the little rivers
Of tendons stretched, and
Bursting in a feverish want.
A delicate china doll
Blinking coyly, and oblivious
To the marks I made
When I crashed through on
OverShe's done. All the lies, guessing games, and blame. She needs help. You won't be there. She can't do this anymore! Please stop! You never listen. Can't you see that you're the one pushing her away? Can't you see that!? She doesn't understand anymore. Right from wrong. Black and white. It all mixes together. She has no idea on what will happen next.
StringString can be used for lots of things, but mostly tying things together. Connecting them, making them stronger. But what if string is pulling things in different directions, each direction demanding attention, putting pressure on the system?
Sometimes your strings might run alongside another, creating an affinity, improving relations. It's not dragging you sideways and it's not dragging you down, it's not pulling you away from yourself but sometimes, it can lift you up.
Making me stronger is my closest friend, we don't tangle but we braid, we weave, we spiral round each other. We are each a kite bearer for the other, holding a few of the str
beautiful with doe eyes and chipped teethThere are girls ripping holes in their chests
beneath dimmed bathroom lights
while they trace patterns in cold bathroom tiles
and compare their ridges to the craters of the moon.
There are girls picking at their skin beneath their
bedroom sheets and
they swear it’s so they can hear the blood in their veins
and they swear it’s so they can have something to listen to
because they’re telling you about
how loud it is to be alone,
how they want their lives to ring in their ears after hours of heavy music,
because they want to go deaf on memory.
There are too many girls with pearl skin and azure eyes
dragging their teeth across
The Umbreon in the Moonlight - Chapter 15Chapter 15 – Memories
I was in a dark place, all alone. I couldn’t make out anything of my surroundings and I could hear nothing, nor smell anything or even feel anything beneath my feet. It was a strange feeling, yet somehow I didn’t feel scared, I felt like I knew this place. Like, I had been here before...
“Oh?” I heard an unfamiliar voice say, “It seems I have a visitor.” I turned around to see a Pokémon behind me, they were tall and it seemed their body flowed out into the shape of a dress, a white dress with a pale green top. Their big blue eyes stared down at me, with curiosity and kindness.
“W-Who are you?” I asked as I took a step back to view the mystery Pokémon more clearly.
“Oh? It seems I haven’t introduced myself yet,” they said, now I realised the Pokémon was a female as her voice’s pitch suddenly became more clear and I could hear things better tha
SkinI feel you
As you slide under the covers behind me
Your skin so cool and supple
The soft springy hairs on your chest
Stroke the middle of my back
Finding the tattoo of the unicorn
You chose for me that time by the sea
When we first met
I smell you
As you fold your arms around me nice and tight
Bringing with you scents of
Evening air and salty, musky male
Warming me and cooling me
Building my desire with pure alchemy
Turning me to liquid gold and heat
Just like before
I hear you
As you sigh with me in mutual pleasure
Lifting my hair, touching
Your lips to my moist nape, so needy
Aching for your soft, sweet kiss
Take me to that dark, dark place, my lover
Bite me, suck me, bleed me dry, you fiend
One last time
late night taxi cab She got in more than ten minutes ago, makeup smudged by tears or sweat. For pretty girls, it’s always tears. She looks out the window, silent, a cigarette burning in her right hand. It started raining a short while ago and the taxi’s motor has been shut down way before that. It’s eerily quiet and she remarks on it, her voice hoarse and oddly soft for the wild child she looks like. The cab driver has given up on telling her to hurry up and choose a destination or leave because she reminds him too much of someone.
They’ve been sitting in this deafening silence forever.
She looks back inside, focuses her gaze on the radio to see if it’s off or just turned down. The silence seems to have a weight and it presses down on her. Last night, she sold love in sealed paper packets tucked in shirtsleeves and underwear, caught in the underwire of her bra, pressed to the hummingbir
Never Coming Home (short story)"Soldiers… this isn't a personal cause," the captain Robert Bryar, said, while he dragged his feet from one said to the other, inside the tent, staring at us with his cold eyes, of an electric blue color. In any momento we would go out and attack, fire to fire, gun to gun. The morning was cold and rainy. "We are fighting for our nation, not for ourselves. If you want to see a happy smile on your wives' lips, then give them a better homeland…"
The captain would always 'touch' us with his speeches. I lived to die at my end, I didn't live for anyone but myself, and neither I nor my brother had the chance to choose another thing but joining the
Forget-Me-Not Chapter 4Chapter 4
Slowly opening his eyes, Butters' mind began to race. Where was he? The room was cold as ice, a light beeping sound consistently ringing in the background. Eyesight clearing, the blond rubbed his eyes, glancing around the room. He was in a white-sheeted bed, wearing a pale-blue gown. The entire room was blandly decorated with white; even the bits of the hallway he could see through the doorway was covered in the bright color.
"Wh-where am I?" he managed to breath, his brain still not registering the world around him.
"You are in a hospital, sir," a nurse kindly answered, entering the room. "You almost suffered from a concussion.
SET ME OFFWave after wave... there's no end to the day
Fight after fight... there's no end to the night
Game after game... something special about my name
Strife after strife... there's no end to my life
When stars collide and the flash of light...
They say the stars died...the fade of light...
World wide leader, yet none recognize...
If so many want me to open my eyes...
Why the business of telling me lies?
Such fake hellos and goodbyes...
Your gold is real, but your brain has seen its demise, like the direction of rain
When the droplets become splatter
And the splatters become splashes
Like the domestic stock getting fatter
Just to feed
Rodrick's girlfriend - Chapter 3Rodrick's girlfriend
Chapter 3 - another party
It is Friday the last day of the week, my mom and dad had went on vacation for the whole week until Tuesday, so me Rodrick and Jessica were going to throw a party while they are gone. Hopefully we won't get caught this time, Jessica was setting up chairs for people to sit and I was setting up junk food, Rodrick helped Jessica cause she was pregnant but though mom or dad don't know about it yet. The door bell had rung and Rodrick opened it up seeing a bunch of teenagers barging in, though it was crowded we had a good time but Jessica did not she kept on heading to the bathroom cause of m
With a bang 3/3Feel like I should put a warning in about the possibly upsetting scene where a character has to walk into fire. Consider yourselves warned!
The lock unclicked and Severus watched the door swing open by itself, seeming to invite him in. Then he happened to glance down and found that he had turned the handle and pushed the door open without realising.
The corridor was dark but familiar. It smelled the same as it always had, but it was cold inside. He’d never remembered the place as being cold.
As he climbed the stairs he was dimly aware that this was madness. But in some way he found that a comfort. If he was so far gone as to think of
Love Without TragedyI am the loneliness consuming you.
I convince something's wrong.
That you shouldn't be alone.
That you must be with someone.
Maybe I just haven't realized, you're too perfect.
People like to complain about relationships.
We believe they are our other half.
Truthfully, you make them your other half.
That's a choice.
No one's forcing you into anything.
I'm sick and tired of people telling me I'll find thaT person.
Narcissism, intelligence, and good looks doesn't fare well in love.
These qualities make it more likely to be alone.
To be consumed by the never-ending life we all pursue.
We believe that nothing is forever.
Yet we marry and frolic ar
Writing 'bout WritingWhy is it easier to write?
The written work is able to be stowed. It can be locked up and preserved. You can also just get rid of it easily by ripping it appart or burning it.
It is so much easier to retrieve what has been written and then change it. It is easier to hide.
However the spoken word is uncontrollable. It has it's own wayward power. Once it is spoken no one can know what it does. It floats around. It can simply scarper and cause great damage.
You need a proof? Here you go:
Not a single speech is so persuading because it's written form is passed around to be read. No. Only the voice gives it the necessary importance,
When Nepeta woke up the next morning, the comfort and contentment she felt was so alien to the nightmare that had been the past week that she was afraid before she remembered where she was and what had happened. Basking in the warmth of the sun coming through the window, it was hard for her to remember that she still didn't really know what was going on. She felt safe.
Aradia sure didn't seem dangerous. That Equius guy did, but she didn't think he meant her any harm. Her fur had been all ruffled yesterday from fear and stress, but no more. She decided that if she saw him again she would thank him.
Thus resolved, she g
Alliances (pt 2)♦♦♦
As the lights of the safer half of the city grew stronger, Nepeta shifted restlessly, wanting to get down.
"Stop that. I am not letting you go until I have delivered you to somewhere safe, preferably somewhere with police drones within calling distance. Where do you want to go?"
"Just take me to the park, purrlease," Nepeta said. They passed a fast-food restaurant and her stomach growled.
"You're living in the park?" Equius said, sounding outraged. "How unseemly! Where is your lusus?"
"She... she's gone. She died," Nepeta admitted miserably. She sniffed. Equius said nothing.
He kept walking for a moment, then stopp
Alliances (pt 1)My lusus is dead, and I am alone.
The thought bounced around Nepeta's mind as soon as she woke up in the morning. It would plague her all day, as it had for seven or was it eight? days now. She did not feel the hard wooden slats of the bench her numb hip was pressed into, or the griminess of her hair, flattened under her neck by her coat, which she'd been using as a pillow.
She was literally "on the park bench," as it were, because when a troll's lusus dies, she is thrown out to starve.
Can't let a parentless troll run around causing trouble, you see. She's underage, so we'd have to put her in an orphanage, and those cost a l
Keep my head above water, breathe.
...I'm still here.
A stretching of arms,
a reaching of hands,
a green light grasped between fingers,
like salvation itself,
I'm still in here,
I'm still here,
don't leave me,
don't leave me!
I rise up,
out of stone,
out of chains
out of quiet, purple, dark,
out of this metal body,
out of this empty prison,
out of ribbets
and blue, bloody ribbons.
I shed my death,
I shed the past,
I shed my fear,
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