:Love: :Without mercy:Hold my handListen to the pitter patter of the rain outsideThe hush of our whispersQuiet, they might hear usBlissful talkDon't leave me.I need you.Best friends arguehave silent momentsThe silence cuts your skinBut whyWhen we both knowThose chains can never breakLove can never escape from your heartAnd if it doesStart over.
TSFP prologue"Hey boss, I have it!" A voice rang through the dark forest as a blue Pikachu dashed into the cave. The cave was large, tall and wide enough for a snorlax to walk through. "You do?" A loud growl rose from the shadows. Red sockets opened in the shadow, the eyes glowing a deep red. "Yeah!" The blue Pikachu replied, smiling widely as she pulled up a clear pale blue orb. "This was what you wanted, right?"The glowing eyes scanned it and suddenly they withdrew from the darkness. What belonged to the eyes was a large Persian. His long, curved tail swished side to side as he studied it carefully. The Persian's eyes grew from intent to rage. "You fool!" His paw, swift as wind, drew up and slashed across the blue Pikachu's paw, smacking the orb across the room of the cave. It finally reached the ground, making a loud clanging noise against the hard ground and it tumbled and rolled quickly until it banged against the wall. "This isn't what I'm looking for. I'm looking for the Shadow Orb, not the
I believe...i believe in things unseeni believe that smiling and laughing is the best cure for everything.i believe that im not some stupid tree hugger hippie thing just because i care about global warming and our environmenti believe that writing is one of my passionsi believe that music is my lifei believe that art is a whole new way to look at lifei believe that out there somewhere, somebody could use my presencei believe that i will be taken out of my world of punishment and reunited with my angeli believe that you can do it, you just need time and patience and hopei believe in hopei believe in Godi believe that Jesus died for our sinsi believe i will go to heaven despite my bisexualityi believe i am guilty for being a sinner and i ask God for forgiveness every dayi believe that i miss you very muchi believe that you don't know what you have until its gonei believe that if you love something very much, let it goi believe that every sweet smelling, beatuiful rose has its skin r
Light VS Dark chp 3Shadow trudged through the rain in the quiet forest, her head pounding from confusion. Why didn't Dark and Breeze see what she saw? They must think shes going mad! She twitched her umbreon-like tail. She could practically remember what they looked like: A blue Pikachu and a white Weavile. They both wore strange black capes and they stood together a few distances away, grinning evily, staring right in their direction. Who were they?! Shadow sighed, shrugging it off. She concentrated on more important problems: How she'd turn back into a human. She couldn't even remember anything from her old human past. Not even her human name. After a while of being a Pokemon, other Pokemon just started calling her Shadow for her quiet, somewhat, dark personality. Counting her dark fur color. Anger suddenly pulsed through her. She flinched. Why is she suddenly so angry? She haulted to a stop, turned toward a tree, and punched it as hard as she could. She let out a yelp, shaking her paw violently. She c
Light VS Dark chp. 2The next morning gray clouds covered the sky, threatening a thunder storm. Dark crawled out of the cave, careful to not wake his friends. He saw a wide field, mostly hardened dirt and short grass, a few trees skirted the area and a big rock stood on the left of his sight. He breathed in the morning air, heaving a sigh afterward. He looked ahead, spotting an Oran berry tree. Thats a great place to just relax, Dark thought drowzily as he dashed to it. He climbed up it, smelling in it's sweet berry scents, which reminded him how hungry he was. He plucked a plump Oran berry, taking a big bite out of it. I wonder how my family is doing... He thought, but soon retracted the thought. He decided now that he had a new place to crash, he shouldn't worry about his family. His mother would be just fine, and his sister and father... God, who knows what they're up to. His sister was in the Elemental group, just like his father. Then he wondered about Light..... Was he still evil? Where is he now? Wa
Light VS Dark chp. 1Rain poured on the cave roof, soothing their ears. A black Buneary with strangley no waist fluff, gray ear fluff, purple tipped bangs, a green tongue, paw pads, and inside her ears, a checkered wristband on her left paw, an umbreon tail, and yellow eyes, lay on her side, sleeping peacefully. An Eevee with a pale blue and white fedora on her head, a pale blue collar with a silver bell on it, and gray rings on her ancles lay on her stomach with her head resting on her paws, her puffy tail swaying in the soft wind that escaped the rain that poors down outside. The last of the bunch - a black Sneasel, with red and white shoes and yellow pants - sprawled on his back, staring blindly at the pitch black cave ceiling. He stifled a yawn and switched positions to his side, face toward the Buneary and cave entrence. He watched the rabbit-like creature's chest rise up and down and listened to the rain drumming on the cave roof. The sound was very peaceful, he loved it when it rained. It
Game Over chp1It was night time. All I could hear was the thud against the wet pavement I made with my shoes and my heavy panting. I was running down the empty streets in my small town of Rockford. Rain spattered against the ground and blinded me from getting my glasses soaked. I don't know why I was running, though. The rain was too hard and thick for me to see where I was going. The moon was hidden by the thunder clouds, so that made it even more impossible to see. My legs were starting to ache from the running, but I couldn't let myself stop. I didn't know why, though. Confusing and fear was stearing me. Suddenly, WHAM!Everything went black. I finally opened my eyes for what seemed like hours in my world, but only seconds in the real one. I could feel a liquid coming from my nose, but I didn't dare move a mussle to feel it. I didn't have to, anyway. I could taste the blood as the scarlet liquid ran down my face and forced its way into my shut lips. The cold pavement I lay before chilled me to th
The Battle of TwoHayley walked along the cement road in Japan, her cat-like tail twitching. She raised her hand up to her face and brushed the brown locks of hair out of her left eye, but they only fell back over her eye again. Hayley sighed, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. Today was such a boring day. Hayley passed the coffee shop, only to pause and turn her head to stare at it. It had been a long day at school, and Hayley wasn't able to eat at all the day. Her stomach growled. She adjusted the backpack on her shoulder and looked left to right. A car zoomed past, and after that it became quiet again. Then Hayley bounded across the black surface to the other side of the street. She slowed her pace and walked inside.It smelled of coffee and different pastries, and you could hear small mutters from boothes, but Hayley couldn't hear what they were saying. She walked past a booth, and they stared at her as she walked past. Hayley couldn't help but feel the burn of embarrisment. She was forced t
South Park Fanfic chp 2Hayley gawked as she scrambled to her feet. "I am sooo sorry!" She said as she looked frantically for some napkins or a towel. "Its fine," Kenny said as he wiped the food from his face with a nearby napkin. Hayley was still embarrased. "A-are you sure?" Hayley asked. "Yeah, I'm sure." Kenny gave a small smile then Tammy proceeded to pull him away. Blushing a little, Hayley turned and embarrased, walked back to her table. "Dude you okay? Was Kenny mad?" Stan asked. "No, he wasn't. Yes I'm fine." Hayley grumbled, sitting down. Cookie patted her back to comfort her. Hayley sighed, blowing a strand of hair from her face. Finally the bell for lunch rang. Hayley shot up and as quickly as she could, walked to her classroom.****"So, we goin' to the park now?" Hayley asked as she rushed over to Kyle's side. "Yeah," Kyle replied as they both walked outside the school doors. Hayley was still tense about what happened earlyer at lunch. "Look, you don't have to be so pissed off at yourself." Kyle
A Little MoreSmile a little wider.Love a little deeper.Just because it costs lessDoesn't mean it's cheaper.Hug a little harder.Sing a little louder.Hold on to some confidenceAnd feel a little prouder.Snuggle a little closer.Kiss a little longer.Know that people careAnd others can make you stronger.Laugh a little louder.Be just a little happier.Every mark you make in lifeCan will last forever after.
PastRevoke your “was”–Consign me not to “had” and “did”But rather “does.”I contain the infinite–”Contain,” not “contained”–And speak, soak, suffer, sitIn tongues newly-born that strainAfter mine and sense that my“Lives,” “breathes,” “dies,” “loves”Expand into multitudes greater than“Was.”
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15I've had a good life.I have no regrets.It's time for me to die.What will be my legacy?These are things I wonder.How will I be remembered?Who will mourn me?Have I done enough?Did I appreciate the air I breathe?So I made a decision.A choice of the heart.When I die I will donateparts of me.Parts I hold dear.If in the future I can be helpfulto someone who is without - that willbe my purpose.My corneas, which helped me view beautyand ugliness in this world.I will give to someone who can't see.Maybe they have been blind all theirlife or maybe it's new and it kills them.If I can give them a glimpse of whatI saw then I will die with a grin on my face.My lungs ( although I had asthma and sufferedoccasionally when I was young ) couldbreathe new life into a child ora person with emphysema.Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.And finally my heart. Which now beats fasterknowing my fate. I don't wish to die.But the cancer is coursing throug
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.Being selfish as an adult is normal. Get dirty. Stop taking everythingso seriously. You’re going to die.Don’t worry, everybody does it.Don’t fall in love, love is not a holeto fall into. Run into love, headfirst.Bite your tongue untilyou can taste the word no.Give away your secrets under a pseudonymfor someone else to sell.Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,realize tuition rates doubled.Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.Find God in an alleyway.Lose God like a set of keys. Die and be reborn as a memory.Die and be reborn as an afterthought.Die and be forgotten.Repeat.
This RoseThis Rose,once beautiful and redbut nowit lay wilted and dead.Watered it enough;I did notbut my Love for itwas not a droughtSo now,I bid my goodbyeto This Rosewho decided to Die.