EquiNep: Forgetful Soul Chapter 1 We are now on the lookout for Gamzee Makara, a highblood troll who is on a murderous rage. He is after us. "Nepeta, I command you to hide behind the robots." he tells me. "Equius, you'll die!" I tell him. "All that matters is that you'll be okay. Now go!" he shouts. I am very concerned about him. "Equius..." "This is for you, ya know. We're moirails, aren't we?" "I'll miss you! Who will protect me then?! Who will protect you?!" "Terezi and I have made a deal..." What?! He knew he was going to die for me! How romantic... "You knew..." "I did. Forgive me, but that isn't important right now. What I want you to do is when Gamzee attacks me, run as fast as you can. Terezi is waiting outside. She'll smell you. She'll know." "What about you?!" I was on the verge of tears. "I will be dead by then." "Oh, Equius!" I pounce onto him, and we fall on top of the pile of robots. "I, I'll never forgive you for this!" I cry. "I know." He says. I am sobbing by now. "I just want one las
ForebodingForebodingBefore I even open my eyes, I notice is the unbearable cold. I shiver, rubbing my hands over the goosebumps on my arms, hoping to bring some warmth. I open my eyes, sitting up to look at the miles and miles of evergreen trees and glistening snow. It should've looked breathtakingly beautiful, but I had an eerie feeling. Soon enough I hear the sound of a crow, and look up to my left to see the black-winged beast, staring at me, mocking me. I stand up and slowly start walking toward it, my glare full of confused anger, but as I walk no more than five feet when it takes to the sky. I follow the bird, feeling something that pulls me to
It's All ExpressionI don't do it for others to see, but you do and you don't even know it. Your piercings, your tattoos, and whatever else you do, isn't that decorative self harm? Don't think that I'm against any of that, because I'm not. I just don't understand why society gets to deem what's okay and acceptable and what's not. "You can go poke holes in yourself, but only if you make them look good." It's all expression.
Rusted Nail“Rust is a sign of age, Alan,” my grandfather said as he lay underneath the car. “You leave this cars out in the elements and the air rusts 'em, no matter what you do. And you really can't fix rust. The frame for this one still looks mostly intact, though. Pass me that wrench, would you?”I slid the wrench across the floor. “Thanks,” Grampa Rob said.I resumed my position in the fold-up chair, drinking my tea. It was rather chilly for the middle of September. The garage was heated, but still a little colder than in the actual house, so I was wearing my college hoodie.“Why do you like working
Battle Scars Chapter 1Rine felt the soft heat of her breath cascading over his skin causing goosebumps to radiate out across his body. She felt so small in his arms. Her delicate body sprawled in a delicious soft mass of female flesh. He squeezed her tighter against him protectively causing her to emit a gentle sigh that made his heart squeeze inside his chest. this was the woman he loved, was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with. The amount of love for her he felt in that moment moved him to roll his body over her and sprinkle her face with gentle 'good morning' kisses. Her lips quirked up in a soft smile, her eyes still closed against him."Mmm, f
A New Sound - C3“Vinyl Jennifer Scratch, please stand.”Vinyl bolted to her hooves, stumbling slightly as she stood before the judge. To her left stood a motley assembly of ponies in a jury, that together formed a judgemental rainbow of colour and expression. A couple of them glared, though most seemed fairly nonchalant and bored. One chocolate brown mare was even tapping at a device laid on her lap. Vinyl could probably appeal to her later, if it was iPone then she had an ally on the bench.The judge, conversely, was a very dull grey, perhaps as much with stress as any natural colour he may have had. His overcast coat juxtaposed with the silve
Painted Red The night was crisp and clear. The night was cool and a light breeze blew knocking some of the orange, red or yellow leaves to the ground. It was October. When a breeze went through the street it made it look like it was raining leaves. I smiled as I looked around. My mind turned to look at a young boy. He was about four or five inches taller than me. His short ginger hair was starting to get a slight brown tint to it because of the sun being out less. He noticed that I was looking at him and smiled down at me. His deep brown eyes were bright as his smile reached his eyes. He has a thin long face that was spotted with red from the natural ro
The Escape Part II It took him longer to arrive than he thought it would. The city was far wilder than he had imagined, craggy jets of concrete, steel, and asphalt blocked his path left and right. Maybe the damage he had caused with the shoulder rocket wasn’t as unique as the situation had played it out to be. When TS had finally arrived at the base of the skyscraper the battle seemed dead and finished, or maybe it was just sleeping. He could still hear the choppers in the distance, perhaps they were refueling. He had read somewhere that old machines like that needed vast amounts fuel, and fuel for machines was in very short supply now-a-days.
The Tiny Drop of Darkness A tiny drop of darknessResides in my heart.It lives within me, barely stirringIt drifts about listlessly like a ghostA being that just can’t seem to disappear even if I want it to.All the corrupt words people feed into my mind only hurt me.They internally beat me black and blue.They make my body feel cold on the insideAs they make the tiny drop growInto a pitch-black abyss with no end.So this is what anger is like.This is what it means to hate.It is very unlike meTo punch a wall, to yell and scream and shoutTo let others know how I am feeling.To let people see my emotionsIs unthinkable, unheard of.So, instead, I listen in silence.And I accept themEven if what they tell me is false.Even if they’re all lies.I sit in silence, holding back stinging tearsAnd accept their harsh words.I subconsciously believe they are true.Because I don’t know what else I am supposed to do.
What You're Made OfShe wanted to simply be.Simple. Spend everyday in a sashay across this life.It would be so much betterthan dealing with days from hell itself.Cutting around every corner. Trying to miss the voidrapidly approaching.Hoping to find meaning inevery broken second. Maybe it would all add up.Maybe she could figure it out.But sometimes things just fall apart.And sometimes things couldn't be stitchedback together again.Not if she couldn't learn to fall. Not if she wasn't willing to lose herself. Life was supposed to bebeautiful, wasn't it?Big doe-eyes shine in disbeliefand tears paint overworked cheeks.Maybe not, she thinks.Ma
OceaniaI accidentally married youone day during the low tide.my sympathies were at a low ebbwhen you,sea princess, gutted me withseaweed fingers, shrunk meuntil a tide pool heldall the romance,all the pooled possibilitiesof the ocean.
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameMyself again--I heard it in the song:A mordent on a note he held too long;A stutter in his voice. I heard my nameIn these and felt a happiness the sameAs when I saw him first. Oh, I had longedTo hear him sing again, but this last song--It was so beautiful. And it remainsThe best of human works, though none shall hearIts sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tuneThrough vast arpeggios and Death's expanseExcept the dead. It will not disappear'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
Fast DrumMock it, Knock it -Will we stop it?Boot it, Shoot it - Who will lose it?Crave it, Pave it -Can we save it?Spit it, Hit it -Will we quit it?Trials, Wilds -Who walks a mile?Out there, In here - Which is more dear?He say, She say -Who hears the baybay?One way, Done way,Why not more ways?Now is, Now see -What is free now?
Spring Tanka1the foot path that runs along a stream near where he works,feeling spring's first touch upon us there2waiting for the wild plumto blossom—my yearning during his morning rituals3late afternoon,a cold overcast from the bay—winter, like a lover I've grown tired of who is loath to leave4upstairs, wrapped in velourwe looked out at bare branches yesterday,a riot oftender new green today5after dinner and the tasteof take-out kisses,the hush of a spring shower—winter founders out to sea6teacups gently rattleon the nightstandas we turn in unison,leaving new ringsin the light of a half-mo
SearchI'll trace the galaxies under my feet,So I'll know my direction,Because I've injected wisdom in my veins,Only to be left with an infection.I've sought to understand myself,And to understand us,It seems perhaps--My journey was only powered by lust.
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