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Trade MistakesOh god.
I roll my eyes. It's my friend. I know she means well, but it's annoying when people care too much sometimes.
"You need a job."
There is one problem with her suggestion. I already have a job. It's from when I wake up to when I fall asleep and it's called feeling sorry for myself. Yeah, it's a pretty demanding job. The hours are shit and so is the pay, but I am part of a million people strong network. Some people do it part time, others full time.
I work full time.
"I'll get one," I tell them. They mean well and I love them dearly, really. I mean if i loved myself as much as I loved them I would be the most concieted person on the planet. I love them that much. Maybe my love for them will pull me out of this rut and I ckinda hope it does.
Actually I'm kinda relying on that love.
Full time, kinda like my job. I think I mostly depend on their love though. When I really think about it. I need their appraisal. I need their smiles. I need the way they say 'it's ok
Anna MollySometimes I want to believe I'm different.
I brush shoulders with some girls from my school and they scoff. Did she just touch me? They're disgusted. Why? Why are they disgusted? I have the same anatomy as them. I just look different. They all look the same, like manufactured barbies that try too hard.
And physically I am.
I make my way past the different cliques and I wonder: how exactly do they look at me? Do they look at me like the barbies do? I can hear my feet, like a metronome. Clack, clack, clack. Or rather squeak, squeak, squeak because I'm wearing some worn out boots and the floor is wet.
I have never been a part of them. The cliques. I've always been alone. Yeah, I guess alone is a good word for it. I perfer self isolation. I think I gave up on humanity somewhere along the line. People were so selfish and so was I. I wanted to much more. I wanted to be different.
I was. Just not in the way I wanted to be.
I cross my arms like I'm holding up a shield because I'm starti
With A BangI don't think I'd ever meet anyone quite like her if she'd died that night.
She's sketching. I'm looking over her schoulder because I'm curious. I'm always curious when she'd doing something. It's always something incredible and fantastic and beautiful. She doubts these words when she hears them.
She's using red now. It's not bright red, or brick red, which is this weird orange-red that's just bullshit, it's this pretty scarlet red. Whatever she's drawing must be bleeding or blossoming and quite frankly it looks like both.
She's dyed her hair again. It's the same color as the crayola she's using. Her red hair goes in every which direction. It bobs with the way she moves and it expresses her firey soul which is quickly burning out. It's smoldering and I'm kind trying to bring it back to life, but it's hard.
I don't know if I can save her.
I really hope I can because it's such bullshit that someone who use to shine as bright as her is still so blinding as she's goin' out.
Let. Me. In.I put your work in my folder called home, because that's where you belong; in my heart, inside my home.
I think I found her"Who are you?"
It was a question uttered out loud in a disbelieving voice and it was a good question. Who was I? Why am I here? Who had I been? My eyes fell from her's and I kept asking myself. Was there an answer? A true answer? Not one of those cracker box answers that only gave a boring description. I couldn't give her one that was exciting either because I knew that was a lie.
"I don't know," I finally answered as I lift my gaze to see her. She looks familiar. Maybe I knew her once? She smiles at me for a brief moment and we look away. "You gonna be okay?" she asks, after a moment of hestitance of course.
"Yeah, I think so."
We share that mutual smile and I wipe at the mirror. "Good pep talk," I tell myself and she smiles again. I had lost her in a bottle of something bad. "Talk to you later?" She gives a slight bouncy nod like she's expecting me later and I smile to myself.
"I think I found her."
Game of WarI watch as the little boys play war in the front lawn of my friend's lavish summer home. Their mock sounds of pain set me on edge. A violent clash of toys imitate bombs and send the players sprawling a mere inch back, fingers and toes still intact.
Slowly I watch the little soliders seperate. The boys of today find their enemies of tommorrow in an almost indiscriminate way. "You're the bad guy!" August's boy proclaims and Martin's boy shoots back, "Why do I gotta be the bad guy!"
"Because you're the bad guy! Stop being such a baby!"
Their game is black and white. Bad is bad. Good is good. There is no detailing or shade of grey. No space for doubt in the war they play a part of. I scoff for war is no game. I can leave my home a hero possibly today and find myself to be my own enemy tommorrow for every bullet chamber I emptied into some unfortunate man's chest.
"Time for dinner!"
The little soliders march into my friend's blood money estate. I pretend to forget the game for war and all t
Black and White TragedyThe angel offered a forced smile at her reflection in the piano. It morphed slowly to show her a frown and she touched her face. No smile. She was losing her head again. Her eyes turned to the keys. Black and white. They were so simple in contrast to her reflection, vivid colors against the polished body of the piano.
Angel bowed her head respectfully as she looked down to look at her hands. They lay so gently on the keys. She took a deep inhale and closed her eyes. She pressed the first key. Off. A little too high. Her brows furrowed as continued to clink her way through the notes until she found what she was looking for.
A soft. Tadume. A noise she couldn’t describe with words or even a hum. Angel smiled a little as she tapped out a tune. Gentle and melancholy in nature and suddenly she stopped.
Her mouth opened hesitantly. What would she sing? Angel’s eyes opened and she could see Michael’s picture sitting on the piano. No care in the world. Just a big smile and bi
I was someone onceI was being born in reverse. Every nick and scratch that once made me, me, was gone. The memories. The people. Gone. I was freshly confused by my existence and instead of being conceived as a babe in my mother's womb I was born a young adult; stripped of personality but not of my worldly knowledge. Being left void of who I was made me cry out to the ears that would listen.
Her Mother's BirthdayIt was a cold saturday night, and 10 year old Natalee was sitting by the table in the dark kitchen looking at the cupcake she recently baked that had a lit candle on top of it. Her brown eyes looked at the empty chair in front of her and began to speak to it.
"I… made you this cupcake." the little girl said with a weak smile. "I didn't have the time to make you a cake, but… hey. At least you might like it."
Her eyes looked back at the cupcake before back at the chair. "You've always said you loved my baking, so…. I'm confident that you'd love it. It's your favorite: chocolate with raspberry frosting."
While she was speaking, her big brother and father were looking through the door, the look of pity and sorrow in their eyes as Natalee spoke to the empty chair.
"You would've loved it… I know you would." the little girl nodded her head before pulling the cupcake towards herself, her eyes beginning to water. "But… now that you're gone, you'll never be able to
Planes FAR: Welcome homeScritch, scritch.
Another X jotted down on a Wings Around the Globe calendar.
The young boy armed with the pencil grinned before running out of his room. “Momma!” He called. “Momma?”
“In the kitchen my light!” Came his mother’s voice as he grinned. He rushed in practically taking off.
He sniffed the air and sighed a little. It smelled like homemade cookies. “Mm...That smells awesome.” Jett Crophopper grinned as he went over to his mother hugging her. “You’ll share right?”
Ishani laughed. “Only if you promise not to take one before they're done cooling. You burnt your tongue last time.”
“Dad ate one and he didn’t flinch!”
“Because he waited.”
Jett pouted before he smiled again remembering what he had ran into the kitchen for. “Guess what today is?” He asked hopping up and down a little.
“Hmm….Is it...Labor day?” She asked though she alrea
Las aventuras de los mellizos creep-cap15Capítulo 15: visitas inesperadas
Selena y John: no debiste decir eso *Selena le da un puñetazo en la cara, y John le da una patada*, váyanse a la mi*rda estúpidos *se retiran hacia su habitación*
Héctor: *levanta a Thomas* ¿estás bien?
Thomas: creo que no…..
Héctor. ¡Que gusto! *le da un puñetazo y se va a buscar a los mellizos*
Thomas: ¡¿pero qué rayos?! *se da cuenta que los demás se van*, ¿A dónde van?
Azucena: vamos a ver cómo están Selena y John……
Jimmy: no debiste ser grosero hermano…. *se van excepto Thomas*
No entendía porque todos apoyaban a los mellizos, pero……tampoco entendía eso de que resultaba ser descendiente de un mitad ángel mitad demonio, siempre creí que era…..”Normal”, “¿debería disculparme?”, pensé, ese pensamiento daba vueltas en mi cabeza, hasta que de repente
Planes - Bad dreamsThe images flashed across the screen, images a young boy shouldn’t have been watching. But he was watching it anyway. It was late at night, his parents were asleep.
Dusty Crophopper leaned forward bringing his blanket around him tighter. On the screen a shark pulled someone under the water. He jumped as blood pooled in the water. He whimpered a bit and covered his eyes.
It was an older movie, his parents had told him he wasn’t allowed to watch until he was older.
So of course, he watched it anyways. The movie in question, JAWS…..And he was regretting every moment.
Dusty waited again leaning forward as the shark pulled the buoy’s towards the boat. He gulped covering his eyes. “No..No...No…” He groaned. “Don’t get eaten!”
He uncovered his eyes and yelped. “NO!”
Realizing he had yelled this he looked around, his parents didn’t seem to be the wiser. He sighed in relief before turning back to the TV… In time
Tales of Machina - Never aloneAndy stood outside his sister’s door, hearing her crying her heart out inside.
She had to say goodbye to Dusty as he went off to become the town’s second firefighter. She knew it was to help them all, but she still had tried to put on a brave face. And when he had flown away she had ran trying to spot him until she had fell.
And now she was in her room crying. She had been in there for almost two hours now. He hated seeing Olivia so upset like this, it killed him inside. She was his little sister, he loved her so much that he would die for her.
Andy sighed a bit knocking.
“Go ‘way!” Olivia called back sniffling, hiccuping a little.
“Livvie...C’mon let’s talk…” He pleaded quietly.
Alright...If she won’t do it the logical way...I’ll have to just play her cards…. He knocked again.
“I SAID GO AWAY-”
“You don’t have to put on a brave face in front of me Livvi
Haunted MemoriesI cleared my throat and leaned down towards the microphone. "Good evening, fellow students. Thank you for being here." There was a low rumble of unwanted laughter. "I want to congratulate you all on surviving yet another year of high school."
There were a few cheers and whoops from the crowd. My eyes scanned the rows of chairs until I found who I was looking for. In the very last row, the very last seat, there was a boy. A small smiled crossed his face and I looked at my feet.
"It's been a rough year for many students and teachers. But through everything, we've stood strong together. Two months, three weeks, and six days have passed since the death of Lindsay Miller." I paused and tried to control my shaking voice. "Two months, three weeks, and six days since any of us have seen her cheerful, loving face. Two months, three weeks, and six days since I hugged my sister. I don't think there's any way we can forget her, and I can speak for everyone when I say she lives on in our memo
Sonic's Romantic future, part 1!!!in Mobius, everyone enjoyed their lives, Sonic kept beating up BaldyMCnosehair and Knuckles did his usually boring (to me) job. one night, Sonic was running over to Amy's house because he was forced to go on a date with her or else she'd be more vicious to Sonic. Sonic kept running at the speed of sound until he tripped over a rock, it made Sonic go into a spin dash position and he hit yet another rock. sonic was sent flying straight until he hit Something or some-one.
Sonic: my god, oww, that hurt! at least it wasn't as bad as that time when we were fighting the Metarex and i got badly beat up.
Sonic opened his eyelids completely that he found out that Rouge stopped his flying spree.
Sonic: oh my god! Rouge! are you ok? i'm sorry!
Rouge: i'll live but what the heck happened big blue?
Sonic: well i tripped over 2 rocks which sent me flying and i crashed into you, sorry about that by the way.
Rouge: it's ok, but where you headed off too in such a hurry?
Sonic lifted Rouge up,
Panic Attack - OC Story: CharoiletScreaming, that's all he could hear along with yells from the doctor as he held her hand tightly. Charoilet was in a lot of pain, and the Captain was scared for her.
How did it come to this?
Let's rewind to this morning.
It was quiet normal, the Captain woke up early that morning to get some tea for himself before everyone else got up. Tea wasn't something he really was a fan of, but the coffee that Niremaan got from two weeks before ran out the other night. So he was left without coffee for the morning.
After making the tea, he glanced over to the room that he and Charoilet were allowed to use while they stayed in Kouki's house.
'Yep,' He thought, taking a sip of his tea, 'Still sleeping.'
He was, of course, referring to Charoilet, who was smiling while she slept. Her stomach had gotten so big in the last nine months, and she was due to give birth next week. One more week until they become parents, until he becomes a father. This made him both excited and slightly terrified.
Bullshit"I'm sorry that you're such a bullshit excuse for a human," I mused as I tried to eat my food. The girl across from me looks at me like she's fuckin' Bambi or some shit. "You're bullshit baby, all nice and full of it. You suck at art, you suck at fucking and you suck at life." Amused I watch her cry and I don't really feel anything because I can't. What happened to me? Why am I like this? "You're disgusting," I tell her, "Go fucking clean yourself up." I roll my eyes and leave my half-empty plate. I swear to God I use to be a good person. Then again I don't believe in that bullshit either.
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