|Heaven help you if you're her target...|
Where did you go?
I miss you.
I realize nowYou were there to help me
To protect me
From my life at the time
When you thought I was okay
On my own.
And I was for a while
But where are you?
I need you now.
You don't need to stay
Like you did before
But I need to see you.
Be reminded of your presence
And the strength and friendship
That was there before.
I need to know
That you still call me friend
As I do consider you.
Please come back to me
Just this once
I need to know you again.
Lisa M. Evangelisti(2004)
Have you ever visited or seen an abandoned amusement park or circus before? They seem to have a melancholic aura full of mystery. It’s easy to say that they can be a bit creepy at times, but the folklore and stories behind them tend to make them all the more intriguing. I was only 15 when I had a first-hand experience of visiting such a place myself.
I had two 13 year-old friends, Kevin and Lisa, who lived in a peaceful neighborhood and enjoyed reading about urban legends. They were raven-haired Caucasian twins with olive green eyes that were the exact same height: 5’8” ft. They informed me through a phone call about a carnival that was hosted in their local area. I didn't want my parents eavesdropping on my conversations again, so I told them I just wanted to pay my friends a visit. I went to their house and asked them why they were telling me this, since I didn’t really care much for festivities of the sort. "A pal of mine told me this carnival lasted for over
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf (Prologue)
It was a bitterly cold dreary night; all was not well as a young mother rushed her five year old son through the streets in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Both were soaking wet with blood stained on their clothes as well as bullet holes piercing through the little boy’s shirt. The mother was average height with an athletic pear shaped build. She had dark brown shoulder length hair, and she only wore a pair of black pajama bottoms with howling wolf decals all over, and a plain white tank top that exposed her midriff due to her large bust size.
The boy was tall for his age with a fairly athletic build like his mother. His hair was brown with a shaggy cut, which he wore matching pajamas. They stepped up to a two story house with a dim porch light flickering erratically. The mother pressed the doorbell while squeezing her son’s hand trying her best to console him as she tried to keep her composure. There was no way she could hide the angry mourn
Love SpellI carved your name
a swath cut from my rib,
with my blood,
from my flesh
I would bind your soul.
Beneath the midnight bloom
I call upon the Witching spirits,
bury my offering in the soil,
blessed by the Goddess of Love.
Watch the candles burn,
dancing in the flames,
burn a lock of my hair
the essence of self
rising with the smoke,
you will inhale
Beneath the midnight bloom
I call upon the Witching spirits.
chanting to the Four Winds,
weaving strands of air
around your heart.
I drink the
the silver chalice,
three drops of your blood,
touched upon my lips,
our life flowing
SINGLE - a drabbleMarie didn't bother with stealth anymore.
The relation between her and Edd had undergone an upgrade from "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE" to "back off, I have a tazer" to "fine, you can stay around, just don't interrupt me". She could just slam open the door to his room and greet him with a boisterous shout if she wanted to.
Which is what she did.
SLAM! "GOOD AFTERNOON, DOUBLE D!"
Edd was lying on his bed, with something in his hand. "Um, greetings." he said. After Eddy doing that for years, he wasn't even phased.
She promptly marched to him. "Whatcha holding there?"
The boy looked at his hand. "Moisturizing hand cream. I was about to apply it."
A wide grin appeared on her face. "And then do what?"
"I... don't follow."
The bluenette sat down on his bed. "I'll be more direct: you need a hand, Oven Mitt?"
His expression changed for a split second as he understood the subtext. "Marie, there appears to be a misunders-"
"Hey, I ain't throwin' stones." she changed her tone a bit. "And
Thirty Presses, Two EdsSUMMARY: After being placed in an emergency situation, Lee is forced to reconsider some things.
I actually had something different planned for the V-Day, but being an amateur hobbyist comes with a very irregular writing schedule. Then again, this story also works, in a twisted way.
Please note that the story here was written by someone with NO medical training. I aimed to be as accurate as I could without compromising the plot, but if you spot a glaring mistake, feel free to shoot me a PM pointing it out.
It was a sunny summer day.
There was nothing special about it that would foreshadow the coming events. In fact, it was so pleasant that the all the neighborhood teenagers, independently of each other, decided to relax by the stream.
That included the trio of the local perverts, bullies and annoyances, bastard half-sisters going by their mother's maiden name. Luckily for everybody
INSANITARY - a drabbleSomeone knocked at the door.
May, unprompted, put aside the comic. Lee wasn’t home and Marie was indisposed. “Incoming!” she announced, marching to the door. She opened it, and was mildly surprised by who was on the other side.
“Hi.” Eddy greeted her. “Where’s the middle one?”
“In our room, but I wouldn’t-”
The stout boy tried to get past her, only to get shoulderchecked back in the starting position. The youngest Kanker was still a Kanker.
“What do you want from her?” May asked, firmly.
“Sockhead allowed her to use his bathroom and she left a mess. I wanna call her out.”
After a moment of thinking, she decided her sister could use some calling out every once in a while. And besides, it’s not like he would do something serious or anything. “Come in. Watch out though, she’s…”
“On her period.” Eddy finished. “I know.”
Only then she spotted
Katelyn knocks out a man twice her size“Yes!”
Katelyn did an imaginary fist pump in her head. She wanted to do one for real, of course, but in the situation she was in, that was not possible. No, she was in the middle of a fight with a huge bully, over 100 pounds heavier than her. Whatever the exact difference, he was much bigger, and the fight they were having would seem to the casual observer to be a mismatch in favor of the 210 pound man.
However, much to the surprise of the bully and the few onlookers, it was Katelyn, his intended victim, who landed the first blow of the fight. She landed a right hook square on his nose. It broke it, and caused it to begin bleeding. Her self-defense instructor had taught her how to throw an effective punch, which he had to assure her over and over again that number one, she could throw it, and number two, no matter how big and strong her opponent, it would cause real pain for him. The positioning of her knuckles, especially that of
The Queen of Teeth (WHtRJ AU)Polyneux Middle School, 2 am in the morning. In a dark room, two yellow lights were joined by a third, red glow.
Scantron, the owner of the red eye (her sole means of perceiving the world), immediately recognized the source of the golden glow. It was Robot, the first being to ever acknowledge her as anything other than an object. "Oh, Robot," she gushed, pleased to see him as always. To anyone else, any human, it would have sounded like incomprehensible beeping, but Robot understood her.
"Hello, Scantron Unit," Robot replied. He moved his hand to her, resting it on the side of the cubic cage that contained her consciousness, as if to comfort her. She was his kind. Different in shape, but of the same black blood, the same spark.
To Scantron, he was a gift. Finally, after years of sitting alone in complete darkness, without companionship, without meaning, she had a friend. Before Robot had appeared, illuminating everything with his speech and those shining eyes, she had began to wonder i
Snowed In The snow has taken up most of my old memories. It came so soon after the bomb, or maybe it just seemed as though. Anyway, the snow has been there, on the surface, for a long time. It doesn’t matter how long I saw the snow, but rather how long I’ve been in this bunker. It was made to survive a nuclear attack, and that is just what it did- too well. The only reason I remember the snow is because I considered leaving for a while after the initial attack, but the snow only got worse, and if I left, I would not be able to get back in. I cannot guarantee how long I have been in this bunker though, probably several years by now. I can feel my sanity slipping.
I do believe the main entrance has been long since sealed off by the snow, there’s no chance of help finding me now. I can only hope I have enough supplies to last me however long this winter does.
I have had more rations as of late…
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