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Two Demons - Chapter 01Thunder and lightning are commonly known to be electric charges that nature creates within rumbling clouds and soaked ground. And being hit by lightning is a very rare occurrence, but not unheard of. You’d think that being hit by one of these God’s walking sticks would render you burnt to a crisp or veggie-fied, but many have survived these unfortunate meetings.
It was a terribly stormy weekend, and while my conscience knew better, my fridge was nearly empty and my stomach ruled out staying at home. I parted the blinds on my window, and stared out into the dreary streets of Seattle. The radio buzzed in my room, blurting out little bits of forecast: “...100% chance… throughout the week… advised to stay indoors… minor flood warnings…”
I sighed. What else could I do? I lived in a one-room apartment with barely enough space to stretch, much less throw a tantrum. A tiny screen flickered behind me, reminding me that I’d left my little
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.
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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
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
iHer eyes clouded by
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
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