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Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 9The next few days went by in a blur. I spent it avoiding Hayden, which was something I really didn't want to do. But what choice did I have? One move on him, even just being friendly, and Analee would be sure to lash out at me again. Even more so now that I knew why. What could make it worse? Oh right! It was still Michael's job to make sure I had the hang of things. So not only did I deal with Analee's pressuring, but I also dealt with Michael's judgement of literally every move I made.
"What's a man like him see in a girl like you, anyway?" Michael chuckles to himself. "Not like you could make 'em happy." He laughs again. I just sigh and continue my work. Three more hours of this and I can go home and sleep it off. I start school tomorrow, so I wouldn't have to put up with him as much.
"You could help me instead of judging me, y'know? Isn't that what you're being paid to do? Or are you just here to make sure I feel bad about myself?" I say harshly, trying too hard to lift a five gall
Where I'm FromI am from the forgotten times.
From nights only reminisced on holidays.
I am from the constantly moving.
From memories painted only on windows.
I am from the always leaving.
From the hour-long goodbyes.
I am from the yes ma’am, no ma’am.
From the manners seemingly forgotten by others.
I am from the promises of “this is the last time”.
From the houses that were supposed to build character
but only reshaped nightmares.
I’m from stormy nights spent alone.
From dreams broken by thunderclouds.
I am from the old dirt road
From the bitter kiss of cold nights
From the warm embrace of the summer days.
I’m from the thoughts of ending it all.
From the paths that made me change the direction of my life forever.
I’m from endless depression, wishing it all to be well someday.
From the constant disapproval from strangers.
From a place where a simple phrase like “It only takes time” is enough to ease even the toughest emotional breaks.
Chapter 3The atmosphere was different this morning as I met Avalon by the east gate. Where we had to go today was dangerously close to the fallout line. An imaginary line we'd dedicated too close to the demons territory, and obviously decided never to go near or cross it. Though Avalon and I are more than capable of dealing with a few demons. After all, along with the others, we're the only survivors of our decimated city.
"Pyre... perhaps we should bring Kennith? Just in case? We could use a bit of... fire power. No pun intended." She laughs. Kennith has a special ability as well. He can manipulate fire, which more or less guaranteed his survival in our escape from Clera.
"No, Alice'd never let him go. Besides... I don't think those two are here anymore." I sigh, lowering my head to avoid Avalon's undoubtedly shocked expression.
"What do you mean they're not here anymore? Why did they leave?" She pauses. "No. Not here, not already. It's only been three years! When were you planning on te
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 8I drowned out the worried screams from Hayden. He continually tried to make me feel better. But he had to have known about Analee's feelings toward him, right? He knew her all his life, but just met me a matter of hours ago.
At some point, I got up and began a long walk home. I hope that uncle Roy would understand when he heard about it. It wasn't like I left my work unfinished, I'd done what he asked me to. Or rather Hayden did.
Going home seemed a bit pointless, what with Analee living in the same room as me, but I had to find somewhere to think. Back in California, my room was really the only place to go. So I guess you could say it was out of habit that instead of waiting for uncle Roy to come back and drive me home, I spent two and a half hours walking.
When I arrived, uncle Roy had beat me there. Though no one was there, I could see the curtains shake in the house. I could feel the judgmental eyes of the several people who lived here. It was when my Mother burst out the door that
You're not aloneSomeone's sent a dozen roses down the drain.
Memories left to spiral down.
People gather, suspect the dreams that don't fit
into how it once was.
And maybe night falls, forever darkened skies.
And maybe teardrops, forever stain our eyes.
Our scars becomes icons.
Symbols for us to recognize.
Beacons to find hope
When even our shadows abandon us.
But don't cry, don't cry
You're gonna wake up from this dream.
And you're gonna realize
That tears do not mean weakness.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 7I followed Hayden around for a really long time. He showed me how to do things around the farm, and we ended up laid back on a really large stack of hay. Uncle Roy approached us before long, but only to ask Hayden a few questions before he went back to his routine. We'd finished the work I was sent to do and even doubled over to finish Hayden's work to. I watched in awe as he herded cows that had gotten lose through a break in the fence that Uncle Roy had refused to fix.
"I hope he never fixes it. It may be a pain to get 'em back. But they look so happy roamin' free like that." He smiled. If this is what work would be like, I could get used to it. Sure, the hand-me-downs were awful and smelled like dirty socks, and the hours were a bit long, but it was fun just hanging out with Hayden.
"So how ya like the farm, Vi?" He'd taken to calling me Vi, and I was okay with that, I could tell we'd be great friends anyway.
"It's nice. A lot better now that I know I don't have to work
I'm breaking down.
Scars nearly like feathers,
And words so heavy I might drown.
Can't you see that?
I hold so tight because
You only seem to let me go.
To get over.
Not what we once were but
All we had swore we would become.
At the bottom
Of every bottle.
Seeking a way to fill the void.
I can live on.
Without your memory
Constantly causing me pain.
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 14 ReunionNot even tsunamis can extinguish the fires of war. Though they've come close. I feel as though my days are numbered, counting on one hand and I'm not even able to tell my little girl goodbye. Rosaline has sent wave after wave of assassins. They've learned how to break through Stronghold's barrier and I'm now worried for my citizens. What if she targets them soon instead of me? I cannot let myself worry about that, we have plans in case the unspeakable happens.
Kalliope is easing me into giving up hope. And it's beginning to work. Mizura is more than like protected by the highest guards. Dysmas has begun his training with Serafina. She's becoming very well-rounded, though she tends to light her swords on fire. It makes me sad that I won't be able to train my daughter as he is. I can only imagine what secrets have been hidden from her. Whatever happens, I hope she becomes a great fighter. Just like her me.
"No!" I shouted, holding my mother's
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 6I hadn't had much success with the horse riding. Falling off a good five times before my uncle decided it'd be best to just take the truck across the way for now. Though, lessons were in order. The teasing never ended. My uncle threw around so many insults disguised as ignorance.
"You mean to tell me you city folk ain't ever rode a horse? How else you gon' get around?" He'd laugh, only judging my lifestyle further. At one point he even made fun of my purple hair. But when we finally arrived at the farm, he cut all joking short and got straight to business.
"You too inexperienced for herding, just feed them animals o'er yonder." He says, handing me an empty bucket, sending me on my way to an animal barn not too far away. I have questions, but before I can mutter a word, he's riding off to begin his work. Walking through the field is tough, but these boots--no matter how worn down they are--were made for this. It didn't take long to get to where I was going. And as I arrived,
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledStaring into the darkness
Seeing no light
Losing my will
To continue this fight
Seeking to find
What can never be found
Only sadness and sorrow
Are ever around
Creeping into my soul
Stopping my heart
I want it to end
But don't know where to start
Reaching into the black
Never ending abyss
No one to see
Anything is amiss
A long slow breath
The silent scream
As if my life
Were just a dream
Sinking into the nothing
Fading from sight
Needing to reach
That eternal night
Love?L is for left alone
O says I'm on my own
V is for vanished hope
E means the end of the road
H tells that heart is broken
U is for words unspoken
R is for reason why
T asks just for one more try
S is here to say goodbye
About boast bustersSo why is this episode so bad? I don't see it, I mean without it we wouldn't have Trixie and magic duel would either be lost or it wouldn't make sense, the moral is ok to, if someone like a bully is boasting or showing off, standup to them and put them right, it's not a bad episode, in my opinion it's just the delivery that was bad what do you think
It's Too MuchI have too many sides.
Too many opinions.
Too many thoughts.
I feel everything at once.
And I don't know.
I don't know.
I cut and I don't know anymore.
I feel like I just keep falling further and further.
I don't know how to fucking do this.
I just can't cope.
I'm trapped here.
With no escape and.
I can't breathe.
The World Can't Hurt You - LotF For if I lay here,
Laying surely still,
Perhaps my friend won't see my perfect tear,
On the night of the hunt and kill.
My life on that night is sure to be short,
The dance on the beach will prove me right,
I will be sent to the peaceful sanctuary of the Lord's court,
and extinguish the flames of friendship into the ashes of a fight.
Oh, I know how agonising it will be,
To be stabbed into nothing by my peers,
But how peaceful I will be when I'm washed out to sea,
To float wherever the sea steers.
I don't wish to be a burden to my friends,
But that night is the night that the freedom ends.
The story of a Hero
In the darkness that I follow
it feels like my life is only hollow
An empty shell, a broken hold on life
I am the product of high school strife
Never cool, never in the crowd
Never the one who is considered 'loud'
I have friends, but they don't care
I can never find them anywhere
I feel like I am destined for so much more
Like there is something greater in store
As if that could happen, I'm nothing they say
Just a nerd with no life, but hey
I can grasp this life, even though it's crap
Knowing one day I'll completely snap
Maybe they'll get what they deserve one day
No matter what, Karma always has her way
I know I'm nothing much but you will see
Even the greatest heroes start off like me
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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