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Shattered Hearts: Part X
By Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Of Subconscious Memories and Swift Messages
Everything was black. He stood there, barely able to see even at arm's length. Not a single sound permeated the deafening silence; he wanted to speak, but somehow, he didn't want to interrupt that haunting solitude...he stayed rooted to the spot, half-waiting for something to happen, to jerk him out of this dark void...
"Take the sword, Alex."
The voice came out of the blue, breaking the reticence and echoing throughout the queer dark place. It was a very familiar voice, one he had always known for as long as he could remember...
"Hold it...like this..."
He blinked, and before him appeared a broadsword with a gilded, jeweled hilt. It was bright, glowing, and for a few moments Alex blinked the spots of light out of his eyes, rubbing them and letting them adjust till he could focus normally on the sword that had just appeared out of nowhere. Like the voice, the weapo
For Cara: That GirlShe saw them last night on the bay.
They had been walking together, fingers entwined, laughing, smiling, pointing up at the round ivory moon and its entourage of tiny twinkling stars. They were talking, but she had been too far off to hear them clearly, or for them to see her.
The blond, yellow Usul, clad in an off-white shirt, red vest and long, light brown breeches had been plodding along the beach in brown boots, hands in pockets. He had adjusted the red band he wore around his head as a cool sea breeze blew past and toyed with his long hair. But of course, he wasn't alone.
She had watched the yellow Cybunny more closely - she was also a blonde, but her hair was of a much darker shade. Her black tunic rivaled the black of the night sky, and was bordered with gold and silver threads that faintly glimmered from a distance. Underneath it she wore a long-sleeved, lacy white blouse. Her hair was a lot freer than her companion's, but she didn't mind the wind's attention at all. Instead, s
Shattered ChristmasShattered Christmas
Of Father-Son Relationships and Pink Gift Boxes
Based on Shattered Hearts by Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Hope you like your gift. Merry Christmas.
It had taken him an entire hour combing through all the decent jewelry stalls at the nearest marketplace beside Meri Acres Farm, and despite the mingling smells of strange perfumes, unripe, ripe or overripe fruit and vegetables, different aromas of food, and unmentionables, he had found the perfect gift for his friend, a beautiful Aisha dancer from The Dazzling, a traveling troupe of gypsies.
It was a gem amongst stones, a flower amongst dried grass...
And it was so hard to find something pretty for someone as pretty as Kakirusha Monroe.
After writing on the square, pale pink card, he glanced again at the message he wrote. It was concise - a little too concise, the white Eyrie admitted to himself with a sigh. But fancy, flowery language just wasn'
For Gav: You ThinkYeah, of course you do. You think, therefore you are. Haha. XD
Merry Christmas, and may Greenpeace recruit you for its marine mammal-saving force.
You think I hate your guts
And I love bossing you around
You think I'd like to see
Your face smashed into the ground
You think that in my spare time
I think of many ways to prank you
Well, I think you've gone crazy...
On second thought, sometimes I do.
You think I simply take pleasure
In seeing you suffer and whine
Or whenever you get in trouble
For putting a toe out of line.
But you want to know what I think?
I think that there's much more to that.
Maybe you'll just stare at me after this
And ask over and over, "What?"
Because I've been really blessed
With a great friend like you
This time, I'm not putting you on
I swear by my heart it's true.
When I feel really down and lost
Wading through my broken dreams
You shine the light onto my path
Making anything dark gleam.
Sometimes I just want to rant
And tear the world to shreds
Daughter of the Sword: Part 17Daughter of the Sword: Chapter 17
By: Kat, the dame of purple XD
Thaline sat up, gasping for air. She looked down and saw that she was in an infirmary tunic instead of her gown, which she found out was hung neatly on a nearby chair. She was neatly tucked into a bed at the infirmary, which was three-quarters full instead of lying on the floor after a faint.
The page had a horrible dream, where she met her father's old flame, found out that she was Chardis's adoptive mother, and could only watch as Chardis disappeared into the darkness, which ended up consuming Thaline. Unfortunately, it was quite close to what she had experienced last night.
Squinting out the window just beside her bed, she could see that it was morning - probably late morning, from the way it looked. She nearly jumped when a shadow was cast over her and blocked the sunlight.
"Ah, good, you're awake."
A red Techo with a lopsided golden winged circlet was beside her bed, and he looked as though he'd seen much bett
For Lin: Chat Room Take 2Oh, for the love of anime sweatdrop smileys, here you go, and happy birthday, Lin. It's the thought that counts. XD
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BladedBlueGen: I was supposed to be in my pyjamas, ready to blow out that stupid little candle and finally go to bed after everyone's favorite captain and my favorite little right-hand man gave me a good walloping in our last mock duel. In fact, I can still feel that sore spot on my back where he dumped me on the floor and made all the ladies-in-waiting sigh and swoon at how freaking macho and strong and awesome he is. Apparently my back's not the only sore spot now...even my ego's smartin' like heck.
But noooooo, you just HAD to invite me. And you know I can't turn down invites from my dearest lil' sis.
Lady_Lioness: Younger sibs have power that older sibs can never hope to have in their entire lives, Jeran. An
My FaultMy Fault
Rated: PG for slight language and (attempted) suicide
"He was mugged. By three heavily armed men. Around five minutes after eight in the evening."
"They took his cell phone, his wallet, and his schoolbag. They would've taken his life too if it weren't for the security guards hearing the brawl. He got everything back, too, and they're finally behind bars."
"What's his name again?"
"Oh, he goes to that state university down the road...Sandstone College...
"Adrian Northwood. Third year. B.S. Psychology course, isn't it? Bachelor of Science?"
"He was badly wounded...he broke his left arm, sprained his left ankle, and he was covered in bruises and cuts, including one particularly nasty stab wound in the right arm. Would've been killed instantly if it weren't for those security guards alerting the police on duty nearby."
"Who was with him?"
"Wait, it's Lily! She got my text message! Lily! Adrian - "
* * *
"Will he be all right?"
Daughter of the Sword: Part 16
Daughter of the Sword: Chapter 16
By: She-who-procrastinates-like-whoa like KAT
The Terraflare residence was unusually quiet that evening, probably because Rohane and Talinia had gone to the castle for the annual Discovery of Meridell party, and of course, Thaline was already in the castle for her knight training, and she was already allowed to participate. Now it was only eleven-year-old Alexandrion and nine-year-old Suzana who remained, lounging about in the living room under the watchful eye of their aunt, Arlene Darkfire.
"I'm booooooored," whined Suze, who was perched on the couch. Every now and then there was a flash of green light as the green Blumaroo transformed into whatever came into her mind. Alex nearly screamed in fright as he saw Jeran sitting beside him in a blue robe with turquoise-bordered sleeves and hem over a green dress and slippers in a violent shade of magenta, with pink diamonds dangling from his ears and a silver hoop on his tail.
"Quit shapeshifting li
...Meridell Chat Room?NOTES: This is in no way connected to DotS or any other story. I just wrote this for the heck of it.
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Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
the pilot's daughterI would swallow
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
Step Back Let's take a step back:
back to simpler times
where we had no cares
and just hoped it would last.
I love you more than anything
and I love you more
than anyone else
on this forsaken television screen
displaying the dream of life
could love anything.
has a greater love
than mine for you.
Forget all the philosophical quotes
I need to stop
and get back
to the point of this notebook:
throw poetic license out the window,
I fucking love you,
I have nothing
and with you
I have everything;
I could ever ask for,
Anticipated Disaster Waiting
for something all hidden.
If the secret get out,
it's over for us.
You want everything
and I think I have it all.
You think I'm perfect,
when I'm lacking
all that you seek.
are everything I need
just by being with me.
Asking and anticipating
all that leads to our demise
I feel bad,
for not giving the same way;
but right now
I feel dreadful,
Stomach Tied In Knots2:47 A.M.
Texting you late night
Listening to songs that make me think of you
Thinking of me pecking kisses on your pretty pink lips
It keeps my stomach tied in knots.
1:32-1:34 AMIts late
I know I should sleep
But all I want to do
Is stay and talk with you
Even as the stars twinkle and shine
And as the sun begins to rear it's ugly face
Even if I had work tomorrow
I'd stay up all night to speak to you
It'll bring me closer to you
Since you aren't here
With me, falling asleep
Catching yourself with little head jerks
Being here to hold close
It leaves a void
That can't wait to be fulfilled
By being with you again
Fireflies.Take my hand,
twirl me around,
can you glimpse the fireflies
as we dance?
A silent audience,
blinking and providing our light,
the warm air surrounding us
is filled with those lanterns.
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the beat?
We're singing even if we can't speak,
laughing even if we can barely breathe.
Dancing, listening, singing, laughing
all across the grass as we glide
(in what hopefully passes as graceful),
yet paying no mind whoever may judge
for there's only us tonight.
Under the stars above,
through the yellow stars around,
I think dancing with you
would be more like having lightning bugs inside me,
replacing the butterflies for one evening.
Laugh into me,
for maybe it's not my veins filled with light
but your eyes.
Reflecting the stars that don't blink quite like
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
You Don't KnowYou Don't Know
You don't know why this girl smiles
When she catches your eye
You don't know why her heart beats
When you return the grin
You don't know why she trembles
When you draw close to her
You don't know why she giggles
Or knots her hands together
Like some nervous waif
When you're around
You don't know why that girl stutters
When she speaks to you
You don't know why she suddenly lights up
When she sees you around
You don't know why her heart leaps faster
When you stop for some conversation
You don't know why she is smiling
And always happy to find you, even
When you simply stand there
Like some superstar in her dreams
You don't know why.
You don't know.
I'm in love with you.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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