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InspirationThe boy slips further into the trees as she runs by. She has her jacket pulled over her head as she attempts, unsuccessfully, to shield herself from the pouring rain. She walked to school this morning, not knowing that heavy storms had been in the forecast for this afternoon. If the boy were allowed to speak with her, he could have told her that it would start raining at exactly 2:47, forty three minutes before she got out of school. That was an odd trait of his sort; weather predictions. It was too bad that they had to be taken from society before they could become weathermen or women. They would have made a fortune predicting weather down to the exact minute and location.
If the boy was lucky, the girl would soon be able to predict weather as well. She was showing all the signs that his kind show before they go through the change. Her agility had increased, probably due to the weight l
The Burden of HateI hate you.
Those three simple words can mean so much and do so much damage. We always say that the words I love you are tossed around so easily and so carelessly but what about I hate you? Wouldnt that do just as much damage in a completely different way?
Think about the word hate. The word itself, not even used in a sentence, makes my heart go cold. We use the excuse of honesty to explain why we say things to people. We tell a person something rude to their face, or in their presence, and we say, Well at least Im honest. But really, was that so-called honesty necessary? Did we really need to hurt someone in such a way?
This is when the cliché, do unto others as you would have them do to you, comes in to play. We hear this all the time so we pay it no mind, but if you really
All You NeedWhy do you keep searching,
saying that this will help.
You think this one small thing
will get you through everything else.
Can't you see?
All you need is me.
You seek my love in others.
My care, comfort and love.
Can't you see that is not the cure?
Only I, your Father above.
Can't you see?
All you need is me.
Stop looking now and listen.
My heart, it beats for you.
I did something no man would.
My son, he died for you.
I have a plan set out for you.
Just wait and you will see.
You life, your story I have planned
is better than your dreams
For now live for today.
Let me be your one true love.
When the time is right, I will send
the one you've always dreamed of.
Can't you see?
All you need is me.
PrayerI dont know exactly what made that prayer different. Suddenly, I was talking to you as if you were sitting right beside me like my best friend. We talked like we havent talked in ages and astoundingly it wasnt boring! I could literally feel your presence. I told you everything. I told you about my day, what went good and what went bad. I told you what I was struggling with and what I was feeling confident about. I even joked with you! I was filled with utter happiness during and after that prayer that lasted into the week. If not for that happiness and that comfort well, I would not be in as good a mood as I am now! I feel changed, just after that one prayer. Thank you Lord, for that one prayer and I hope there are many more like it to come, best friend. I love you.
I tryI try to help everyone else
I hurt myself in the process.
I try to deal with other's pain
It just increases my own.
I try to be the perfect example
I mess up.
I try to get the perfect body
I starve myself instead.
I try to fix others faults
I lose time to fix my own.
I try to make everyone like me
I split into different personalities.
I try to handle everyones burdens
It weighs me down and breaks my heart.
I try to ignore the pain
I become stressed and overwhelmed.
I try to be friends with everyone
It's hard when they don't like each other.
I try not to be hateful
I end up hating myself.
I try to be the happy girl people want to see
I let out the unhappiness in bad ways at home.
I try to act innocent like others think I am
I'm not innocent at all.
I try to be who everyone needs me to be
I'm not who I need to be.
I try to help others through tough times
It brings me down instead.
I try to love everyone
If they don't love back, it hurts.
I try to not take things personally
It's hard when
I CAN'TI CAN'T be perfect................................................I CAN try my best.
I CAN'T help everyone I see..................................I NEED to help myself.
I CAN'T have the perfect body..............................I CAN stop starving myself.
I CAN'T let other peoples pain be my own.............I NEED to deal with my own pain.
I CAN'T always be the perfect example..................I CAN let others know when I mess up.
I CAN'T be who everyone needs me to be.............I NEED to be myself.
I CAN'T always have a boyfriend...........................I CAN wait for "the one" to come.
I CAN'T have everyone like me.............................I NEED to not care.
I CAN'T be the perfect Christian............................I CAN ask for forgiveness.
I CAN'T fix everyone............................................I NEED to fix myself first.
I CAN'T rely on myself all the time........................I NEED God to help me.
"First take the speck out of your own eye, then you will see c
LIFEMy LIFE began today
So small you cannot see
I am a little girl
DNA is telling me
Brown hair just like my mom
Blue eyes just like my dad
I have no idea
What kind of life they have had
My first word will be mommy
I cant wait to see her smile
For now I am enclosed,
Waiting all the while
I will go to church
And I will go to school
In the winter Ill go sledding,
In the summer to the pool
I cannot wait to LIVE this LIFE
To see what is outside
This place that I am in,
I will not have to hide
I am growing very fast
They know now I am here
I cannot wait to see them
It seems like its been years
Hold on just one second,
Something is happening.
I dont know whats going on
All the lights are fading.
It hurts but I cant scream
For my voice is not quite here
Help me mommy!
But I cannot shed a tear
I dont think I will make it
I dont think I will see
I will never see the faces
Of those who made me
I will never get outside
This place Ive b
They Don't KnowThere's a smile on my face
but there's tears in my heart.
People see a happy girl
while my heart tears apart.
The struggles with appearance,
I know no body sees.
The eating and the makeup,
I'm falling to my knees.
The constant struggle
there is between friends.
They have no idea
it tears me beyond mend.
The hate between people
that tears at my heart.
They have no idea
how it pulls me apart.
I don't let them know,
I don't let them see
how much I struggle.
There's turmoil inside me.
They say I'm so pure,
so cute and innocent.
But I'm not, they don't know.
I can't let them see it.
If they ever found out,
oh how they would judge
and how big the hate
it would be huge.
I couldn't be the example
I so want to be.
I couldn't ever help them
because they had seen.
I can't let them know,
I can't let them see
the hurt I go through,
the pain that's in me.
So I'll keep on my mask,
I'll keep up this charade.
I'll hide all the pain
with the mask I have made.
HateI hate, hate so much
Ironic as it is
all this hate
i hate hate
we're all humans
we're all the same
we all make mistakes
so why all this blame?
God tells us to love
that hate is like murder
so we're all killers in the end
at some point in time
we've murdered someone
a family member
why can't we just love?
forget others faults?
they're struggling too
they don't need this
we don't need this
let's just try
to love one another
cause God did the same for us
murderers in hate
but he sent his son to die
lets love as he did
RegenerationEvery day was a new start for my sister.
She always woke with a refreshed soul, ready for the day ahead with a confident smile and a positive attitude. Her glow would infect everyone else like the plague, repairing the damage my glower had done as I'd trudged through the corridors ahead of her. It was no wonder she was always the 'popular one'.
I didn't mind. Why would I? I never liked being the centre of attention anyway...
She always saw the best in people whilst I always saw the worst. Maybe it was what nature intended; one optimist, one pessimist per family. I didn't mind that either. It didn't matter to me. She didn't matter to me.
Which is why I didn't ask her what was wrong when she didn't get up for school one morning. I didn't dare wake her. It wasn't my place to be the one who relished in her rare frown.
Her absence was noted by her adoring shallow fans. I didn't dignify them with any sort of reply as they pined at my sides for information on her. I knew
CatsCats are, in some ways, better than humans at being friends. Now, I know this is going to make some people sit up straighter, put their hands adamantly on their hips and say, "But cats can't speak, they can't understand you, and they are definitely are not capable of human emotion!". But you see, indignant Homo Sapiens, while you are indeed correct in all of those points raised, cats will, given that you treat them well and with care, sit quietly on you lap on a rainy day as you watch a very annoyed John scream at an extremely bored Sherlock as he shoots the bright yellow smiley face on the wall, and will share the heat their body generates with you as you stroke their fuzzy ears, and although they cannot share their thoughts with you or express their feelings, cats will not (as I know from real life experience) spread rumours about you or talk among themselves behind your back. Just...just think about that for a while, okay?
Hey!So I'm just testing a few things like the author tag and some other stuff. There will be something else so don't think 'cause I'm trying to fix things I won't have time to send out a new storypart of a story. Also, just a question, would anyone read a Zoethian thing? If I can write it, I've gotten really adjusted to the persepctive of Lalnable, so writing is a little tricky. Anyways, yeah! Tell me if you'll read that and I'll see you later!
Muted Experiments Ch. 4 [SCP - 049 x Mute! Reader] More thingy things!
U/ID = User ID
You fidget in your seat, events of the past three weeks racing circles in your head. The silence from above weighing down on you like bricks. Everyday you expected to hear something from them about your previous reports, but they ignore everything you send them. Your computer chimes, making you glance up in surprise.
???: Secure server engaged.
(U/ID): Who is this?
???: That is irrelevant. I am making an offer.
(U/ID): What kind, and why?
While they take the time to respond, you run a background scan to find out where the messages originate from.
???: An offer to keep you in the loop. I have what you want, all y
Spirit maker chapter 90 Because she is my friendSpirit maker chapter 90 Vendor vs edgar furius battle
Notice-Woah that s amazing i managed to write to 90th chapter of spirit maker that is really something haha but even so i dont really want that it pass over 100 want to make it less but oh well never mind so yeah as for the story vendor is finally ready to fight edgar for real this time whu will win only time can tell!
Finally vendor managed to come inside the base and beat all the bandits around him unitil he meet edgar as they started their second battle as vendor said to him that this time he is going to win edgar laughted that how can vendor be shure that he has eny chance againts edgar but that didnt put vendor down because he showed how things where before witch changed now
as vendor showed his new side how he got stronger but edgar didnt really care about it what vendor said but then vendor tells him if he dont belive him that he should see it his strenght in real time afther that edgar heared he had an deal for him and
Vore Narrative Prompt #4 - Relationships in VoreRemember to read the rules first! If you didn't bother, it isn't my fault:
Summary: Write a story about a personal relationship formed or affected by vore of any variety. Preferably the relationship would take place between predator and prey, but could instead be between predator and observer and prey and observer (so long as at least one person is participating in vore and the other is effected by it). The relationship may be platonic, romantic, sexual, family, business, enemies, or any type of relationship you can think of. The story may be of any length, setting and genre as long as the focus is the relationship between two characters, and how it is effected by their participation in vore.
Example: "Even though I knew this angered him, I would keep my friend in my stomach to feel in control of him."
Sealed With My Kiss Chapter 4Sealed With My Kiss
"...Why are you here Rai?" I walk back to my bed sat down at the edge with ym back still facing him.
"I came cause i heard what happened to your Pokemon Arcanine...right?" I bite the bottom of my lip "It's none of your business, now please leave...I want to be alone." I lay sideways put my covers over me to cover my head I didn't want him to see me this way.
"...Allison." It was silent I thought he was gone but I was wrong cause my bed edge went down some so he must of sat down where was laying hiding under my covers "You shouldn't be hidding out like this. I know it's hard losing your friend and partner...think about it, Arcanine wouldn't want you to be this way."
I close my eye's tightly tears slide down my cheek, push my cover's off me surprising Rai tackling him to the floor hugging him while crying on him, it was like this for a while of me crying and him rubbing my back comforting me until my cries went down to hiccup sobs then I stop crying all together.
Fear and Hate Can Never WinAnne Frank grew up in a world dipped in hate, sprinkled with bombs with a side dish of sorrow and misery. All the thoughtless memes that give her the title as "World's greatest hide-and-seek champion" portray her life as a game. All the times she and the other seven PEOPLE were cooped up in the Secret Annex she still had hope, that one day God would free them from their on going struggles. All those times Anne cried herself to sleep at night or dreamed of her friend Hannah (who survived the Holocaust) or woke up shaking scared for her life due to the sound of raining bombs over Amsterdam, was because of fear caused by this hateful world.
Fear looked her in the eyes and caused her to cry, to scream, to hold on to her father in the night. But hope was different. Anne wrote about how she still saw hope, how she could see it behind Fear's boney body buttered up with the tears of the people as well as their minds. Anne was strong through her tears, she knew there was still people in the wor
Sit still...We are all human.
As humans, I realize, we cannot stand still. Our lives are chaotic and we are always saying we want some peace and quiet. This is peculiar because when that peace does come, when there is no noise in a usually loud room, we do something to make noise. We turn on the music or say "AWKWARD SILENCE." Why? If a fight between friends has just settled, we dig up old bones and awaken the drama because there is nothing to fight about, nothing to gossip about, nothing to make a big deal out of. Why? Because we MUST have something going on in our lives. We cannot stand live without noise, without drama, without chaos, even though we are always saying "I just want some quiet" or "I just want this drama to blow over." When there is finally a calm in the storm, a break in the drama, a silence within the noise, we create something to fill what we might consider as a "void" at that mom
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