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Not Just A Game Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Harmless Game
"The door to safety is shut. There is no turning back…" That was the last thing my friends and I read on the television screen before we found ourselves dragged into the middle of, what we all agreed to be, hell on earth.
Earlier that evening, I had invited some friends of mine over to my place for a Game-a-Thon of, in my opinion, one of the best horror video game series ever created, Resident Evil, starting with Zero and eventually ending with Six. "What could possibly go wrong?" I thought as I sat on the stairs waiting for my friends to arrive.
"How much longer till they get here Pyro?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was my younger brother OgienChomik.
"I don't know, I told them to get here sometime around 2:30, and it's 2:00 right now so they shouldn't be much long-" At that moment there w
Masquerade du Maladie: Part One
Masquerade du Maladie: Part One
The night was moving along swimmingly and it seemed that eveyone who was going to show up had already arrived. There was food and drinkks, laughter and merryment. The music, tho not yet done by the dj, was playing loudly amping up the excitement. Yes everything seemed to be coming along fine. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong at this point...... A woman burst into the Cafe, grabbing a random mask that had been left laying about by one of the idle party goers. She looked pale and sickly. Clearly there was something wrong with her. Few noticed though. Kiwi did and a few of the other staff memebers along with Eisia, but most were too caught up in the festivities to care. The woman began touching people and about 10 minutes after she did, they began feeling dizzy and having a loss of appetite. Still no one payed the woman any head as the woman began screaming with halucinations. They just assumed that she had drunk too much. The lights flick
A Life Without You
Sometimes I think of life
And how it would be without you
As I think I see myself
Lost and alone
With no one to help me
I'm just skin and bone
My heart is empty
I feel nothing inside
I'm scared of this
Someone open my eyes!
None of it is true
I'm dreaming right?
I open my eyes
And I see you
I suddenly realize
The truth in my world
That a life without you
Is like my own living hell
You wouldn't be there
To pick me up when I fell
And as you carry me in your arms
I'd wish to tell you what's true
When you look at me
I want to whisper out
I Love You
float onnow I'm thinking
that the moon's smarter than me:
she's in love with the earth
but keeps her distance,
I lose my orbit
when you're not around,
and I find myself without gravity,
waiting for you all night
when I know you'd rather be
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happy
To leave their home for her newest installation piece
She cried sometimes for no reason other than
She felt like having a good cry
Her house was covered in her students’ drawings
She said the best art was produced from innocence
She went mad once, and painted canvas after canvas
In furious strokes of black
The soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew old
People shook their heads when they saw her
And whispered “poor dear” under their breath
But she was never poor
Her love for everything and everyone never died
It was swept in all directions like a summer breeze
Making people smile without knowing why
But the river rocks know
AlphaThere is an ocean
of wolves battering
my heels, teeth
bared, breaking skin.
Lightning is laced
into my spine, it
takes no prisoners,
but electricity is
no match for their howls.
I stand as the lioness
within roars and spits
out a hundred curses.
They are now prey,
with tumbleweed trolls
sinking their brambles
into matted fur.
Unique? Pathetic.You say that you are unique? Pathetic.
You are not, nor will you ever be unique. There are 7 billion people in the world- people just like you.
The same hair color, the same hair style; the same eye color, the same crooked smile. The same jacked up teeth that you forget to brush and the same chipped nails you pick at when you're in a rush. The same chapped lips- which you never stop biting; the same non-pierced ears that you never stop tugging. The same exact skin color, even when you tan; the same exact tan lines seen on every woman. The same exact figure, whether you lose or gain weight; the same exact death sentence, this is your fate.
A fate to always want to look like that girl in 3rd; to be as funny as that guy in 6th; to be as smart as the transfer in 2nd; and definitely be as happy as your teacher in 1st.
You can't say that you're unique when you have this fate. You can't be unique when you're just made of different people, and I will bet you anything that they're
the only timei say baby there’s too much weakness
we bled god to death like a dried up felt-tip pen
it is time to find another excuse for our shortcomings
but when your gutter vessels shudder
under pockmarked blotter
it is guilt
underscored in red
the sellotape the tear duct
the paper knife
the whip of risk the bodies at your feet
the every inherently senseless sacrifice
couldn’t satisfy this
i say there’s nothing to apologize for
the yellow in the sky feels dated
as i walk away
from tree to femur.
from wave to throat.
from cliff to iris.
from rust to skin.
slivers to paper mache,
creases to flame,
ashes to steel.
C19H28O2Testosterone is not a measure of a man.
C19H28O2 cannot make me smile
or feel safe in a claustrophobic world
in which breathing causes the piercing
colostomic pain of being alive
to rip through my thoughts.
C19H28O2 doesn't determine how a man loves
or how I love him in return.
It does not tell me whether or not
he will enlighten the biting nightscape.
It does not tell me who, or how to love,
because testosterone is not a measure of a man.
Soles (City Boy)Soles (City Boy)
i tugged at your arm and pouted
as you scratched our initials into the park bench
with our apartment key.
“can our lives be any more like a cheesy romance novel?!”
and you pushed up your glasses
and flashed me a smirk
and said simply,
“don’t test me.”
i’d always been a forest girl,
counting rows of corn instead
of cracks in the concrete,
sitting cross-legged under my bridge
listening to birds croon on crooked telephone lines
used to carrying a different kind of call.
but you showed me this place
where the sky glowed with
the beacons found below,
on passing cars
and the skyscrapers
like older brothers
looming far above our heads
yes, now we were living among the stars.
i arrived in the morning
and by mid-afternoon
i had internalized the sounds
of a hundred soles
scuffing across ill-kept sidewalks,
but our soles were dancing up on the rooftops
and no one could hope
to call us down.
i held tight to your hand
as you pulled us through the
ephemeral ( again )and i woke up in a
without knowing where i stood, snow
falling like dead raindrops
from a sky filled with
fall along my axis
and forget which way goes
the way our mind makes concentration
a little more
(to the left)
and there's a piece of you
you couldn't find;
don't forget that
there's monsters beneath the
sheets - ghosts without
(oh, how the sky is caving
in - )
run faster or
you'll just wake up to try
Live Your Life
We hate or love
We date or shove
We push and pull
The glass is half empty
Or half full
This life we live
Is not a straight path
It will turn and crack
It will zig and zag
There is no way to see the end
But where it stops will all depend
On the path that you choose
And the things that you lose
So stop planning for tomorrow
And don't live in last May
Cause now tomorrow is today
And today is now yesterday
There's a reason why it's called the past
So stop living in it!
Cause life will go on without you
And the end is coming fast
Instead of dreaming about the future
Find a way to make those dreams come true
Cause someday there won't be a future to dream of
And there will be nothing there to remember you
So instead of dwelling in the past
Start living for the future
Instead of thinking of tomorrow
Love what you have today
Cause it could all be gone in a flash
You better listen to what I've said
Or else you'll slowly waste away
You've got only one life to live
One life to give
Are you gonna w
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