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This is for: ~bah1301

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“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!

Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long

Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long

imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. A

{Long John Silver Contest Entry} A Simple Look

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“Keep him still!”

Pain, pain, pain. The world was a searing, burning, horrible face full of nothing but sheer crippling pain. He writhed, his powerful form arching off the floor, blind to the world, deaf to his own screams. Why hadn’t everything gone black? Why was his consciousness still here, why wasn’t he deep within that blissful cocoon of unconsciousness?

Something clicked in his jaw, and the pain that had been radiating from his arm flushed out along his sides, then down to his leg. He tried to roll away, but the hands constraining him were too tight, and he could have sworn there was a rope burn

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and make her dumb, and soon you will find
you have the time, to find where her jewels are!

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You gotta be sure that there’s no way she can break the ropes
Before you decide that the time is right for tying her arms up
Don't let the hidden sister, take you from behind
Trust your inner vision and make her lie down there as well

And now you really gotta tie her up and make them sit back to back
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One word too manySpoke to myself.
Self spoke back.

mirror.you tried to dig your way through glass and aluminum.
i'm there somewhere, you muttered. i'm still there.
i never understood why you always tried, tried, tried to make the make-believe come true.
i looked at your chipped nails, the torn cuticles, your haunted eyes.
and wondered if you were better off living in your imaginary world of white and grey.

-----

you said i was a reflection of you.
but try as I may, i couldn’t see the similarities between you and I.

you.
your features: black and white, colourless and pale.
an outline, a shadow of yourself.

and I.
vibrant, bursting with life. a rainbow. radiant.

-----

i’ll find yo

Diary of Torch Scorcher Day 21 to 40Day 21 – 25/5/2007

I built a tower with the mushrooms today. I’m so proud of myself, but Mr. Wave didn't seem to like it.

Day 22 – 26/5/2007

I keep having nightmares with my dad, I’m sure that if he saw me right now, he would hit me for getting into trouble… I never wanted this… He would be very angry. After all… his death was my fault, wasn't it? I didn't want to hurt him, it was an accident… Tomorrow I’ll write exactly what happened, maybe the ones who are reading this will understand. I’m tired. But at least, my salad sandwiches are back, I’m happy now.

Day 23 &nda

100 Themes- 001Well, This Sucks.
Lu Yuen tried to move his arm, but that caused the ropes to tighten more, and slip farther down towards the raging river below. He let out a huff of frustration. "Can't you just pull me up?"
"If you wanna send both of us falling into the river, sure." He didn't have time to deal with Emi's sarcasm. His legs were numb after an hour of hanging. "I have to find another way to get you up."
The boy let out a whine, shaking a bit. "You better hurry up then. I might end up dying here of starvation before you can get me out."
The female samurai scoffed. "You won't. Don't worry."
Lu Yuen tried to look up at the girl. "I haven't eaten since last night!"
Emi frowned. "Your fault."

"I had no food!" he protested, trying to untangle himself from the rope. It ended sliding down some more, towards the sharp rocks. He made a face. He didn't want to get cut up into piec

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Reaching Out

by ~Pencil-Wolf, Nov 16, 2011, 2:57:22 PM
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Instead of eating lunch, you digest books.
I've watched you for some time now, hiding between pages, around the corners of shelves, in the midst of moldy books. I've been there the entire time, always watching, and always alert. Every day you've been here, with a turkey sandwich half to your mouth like a forgotten thought; a sentence with no end. Instead your eyes would dart across the page--frightful rabbits in their own right.
It is only you the librarians attend to. It is only you that their feet fly eagerly to awaiting spots where awaiting books sit patiently for them to find; only for you. You have that affect, though you speak rarely, and rarely make eye contact. Where as some such as you would be a ghost wafting in and out of a room, you light it up. You announce your presence though you say not a thing--though you are as quiet as can be. I know it is because you do not like attention.
I cannot explain how there is something about you that draws so many people to heartache, like a siren. You break all of their hearts, though you do not know that you do. You break them silently, a cold killer. You are that way, you know. You kill them with your disinterested gaze, in the way that you wish only for your books. You wish that way because to you, there are no friends but your books. You feel so alone, and so apart. You feel as if the world is too great. The world is too heavy, though it barely touches your shoulders.
It's funny, though. You don't know know how many people find interest in your silent laugh, in the slight smile of your small, thin lips.
You are withdrawn into yourself, and you don't branch out to any except for the ones that live in pages, and breath their own air separate from yours. Your friends are the pages; your lovers are those who do not exist, though you'd have plenty of both if you were to leave your world behind.
So many are reaching out to you, and you don't even seem to notice.

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For the contest that

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So uh, the topic was Reaching Out, but I kinda' took a different spin on it...kinda'. So. Yeah. That's most of what I've got to say here.

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~ScarletAnneBlack Nov 25, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

This is pretty great.

As I was reading it I was thinking about the contest. When I reached the description, I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw it was the for the same contest I was thinking about at the beginning of the piece.

The theme really comes out, I think. I really like it. Instant fav.

~Pencil-Wolf Nov 25, 2011 Student General Artist

Thank you! ^^ I'm glad you liked it. Did you enter the contest yourself?

~ScarletAnneBlack Nov 25, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm currently in the rough-draft writing stage. ^_^

~Pencil-Wolf Nov 26, 2011 Student General Artist

That's awesome. ^^ You'll have to let me see it when you're done.

~ScarletAnneBlack Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

For sure

I'm about half way done with it now.

~Pencil-Wolf Nov 27, 2011 Student General Artist

Cool! ^^

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