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Lonesome FigureThe first thing I feel is the lining of my right sock gently caressing my tired toes. The cushion beneath it slowly compresses as my sneakers wrap tightly around my foot, the soft cloth bending and folding into an intricate origami. I begin to feel pebbles take their shape through the thick foam and plastic, slowly pressing against my sole as a masseuse might. Something creaks beneath these stones, the hard dead cells of wooden planks slowly being crushed beneath my weight. The ground’s support slowly reaches up my leg, my knee locking into place and my hip coming to a temporary rest.
This happens all over again, but this time with my left leg. One wooden plank after another, slowly traversing this bridge on the cold hard dirt. The light angels dance among the treetops, making their passage across the sky at a pace only one truly at peace would be able to perceive. A faint sound rumbles through my skin, but I care not. Trifles such as this don’t matter in the world of chaos
The Borrower Arrietty 2 - Chapter 20 (Finale)It had been a week since Arrietty began her intensive-care period with Aerite. Though each day grew more forlorn, Sho knew that saving her life was probably the better option than to satisfy his selfish needs. Besides, Spiller’s words reverberated within his hollow mind, the surges of guilt coursing throughout his veins every time he thought of the little borrower girl. Why did fate have to do this? Why did fate have to match them together, only to tear them apart?
Jane could only offer so much consolation before she began to grow tired of the same ol’ story of ‘I love her’ and ‘I want her’. Sho’s tie with Arrietty was special, indeed, but if he never learned to let go, chances were that Arrietty would never be able to return to normal. In any case, neither Jane nor Sho knew what ‘normal’ was anymore. To put it thoughtlessly, having borrowers in their lives had turned their world upside-down. Perhaps they were as much a nuisance as
Life in Beacon - A RWBY Fanfiction - Chapter 01
The events that occur in this story are considered day-in-the-life, therefore do not necessarily have a fixed interval or date. Some will weave in and out of the realms of canon, following some episodes closely, while others may fill in the gaps or be completely unrelated. The deviation description often will give you a good idea of the time that the story arc occurs. Do note that the stories are in chronological order unless stated otherwise.
Thanks for viewing this story, and happy reading!
Life in Beacon – A RWBY Fanfiction – Chapter 01 – “Hunger”
Ruby was hungry.
Now, it wasn’t the normal kind of hungry, the kind that made you ravenous for meat or pasta, that made your stomach grumble and made you smell even the slightest whiff of food. No, it was a hunger that ransacked her mind and agitated her more and more every passing moment.
Ruby wanted chocolate chip cookies.
Who could deny that begging face, the puppy-dog eyes, or the sweet voice
The Borrower Arrietty 2: Chapter 18Aerite smiled. “I’m glad you finally agreed.” She stood up, and shrunk into the size of a normal borrower. Townspeople that had once been hiding within their alcoves now began to peek out, trying to catch a glimpse of the mythical borrower before she disappeared into Dore’s house. As she opened the small thatched door, Sho noticed that her features crumpled into a grimace. Perhaps it was a time when Sho did not want to see Arrietty.
Jane hesitantly asked, “How is she doing?”
Aerite looked Sho sadly in the eyes. “I’m afraid this was worse than I expected. I can still save her, but this will take some time. I’d advise you two to spend your time elsewhere, and return when Spiller calls.” With that, she glided into the house and closed the door behind her.
Jane and Sho eyed each other, then slowly climbed back up to their regular heights. Maribel called for Jane to wait, but Dore held her back.
“Maribel, Arrietty will need s
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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