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I Trust YouI trust you
I trust you
I trust you
I trust you
So far from confidence
So far from feeling whole
Does it even exist anymore?
Embarrassed to love you outright
I can neither let go
Nor let you be happy
I wanted you to be happy with me
I trust you
I trust you
I trust you
That you tell me the whole truth
That you don’t shield your reservations
Protecting that that can destroy us
In case of failure
You assure our fate
Just as I do with my accusation
By pretending you love only me.
GrowthThe mystery slowly comes into focus
The haze of uncertainty,
Dissolves into a calm confidence.
I am the earth, emerging suitable to plant
Desire, to protect gentle roots
To Aerate new innovation
I am the gardener, cultivating and pruning
Decision, of what matures,
And what I let whither.
A MortocycleThe sound of the motor
Once a siren of joy
Now brings only dread
Sick thoughts in my head
This too shall pass
Red fades into black
Black becoming white
New beginnings in sight
My rhyme is contrived
Words flowing like cheap wine
Sick thoughts in my head
Doubt, Shame, and Hope
Write out each new note
To me it all sounds the same
Echoed pestilence through my brain.
The Eternal Story: Character Exposition 2/3 ChanceAs I stare at this blank page, he is infinite potential. The choices that we posses, the very things that separate us from each other, make life possible. Our desire to prove and explain simultaneously drives and improves us, as it collapses the infinite potential that exists within everything that is left unobserved.
The most personally relatable of the Three, Chance inhabits and embodies humanity. He is our freedoms, joys and unbridled expectations. Every choice, mistake, success or providence that we have enjoyed or lamented, is only possible through reality and limited existence.
Purpose, unsure and striving. The unknown. He is ruled by temptation and chaos. The only love he knows is passion, irate and inconsolable.
Rage consumes the inexperienced. Our insecurity manages our day-to-day lives in the struggle for control, acceptance, and understanding.
So much of his portrayal can only be explained through his actions.
Chance is the flame that ignites the fuse; it is his struggle tha
ParalyzedManic action crippled by indecision
Over saturation of option
I could run a marathon
Scream loud and long
Pick a fight
Destroy an opportunity
Do something drastic and irrational
To equalize the pressure between
And the treacherous ocean.
And I do.
Fidgeting in my chair,
It all happens within me.
The Eternal Story: Character Exposition 1/3- TimeFather Time is not old, for to be so, he would have to be a patron of his own cycle. He is, has always been, as long as there has been anything in existence. Which is to say forever, because if there is not something, there is nothing, and time is not relevant.
He is constant, relative to each realm of existence, and yet unyielding to conscious woes. A compilation of heat, space, and development; never dictated; yet never fully understood. Sheer comprehension is impossible without perspective, and within perspective, lies restriction.
Time bears no emotion. That would equate to limitation, and thereby "humanity" as it will so superfluously be named. In a constant superposition of interpretation, simultaneously faster or slower when compared to the varying observer. Yet on each scale a distinct tempo is unchangeable, as if he does control every realm to some degree. The beauty of parenthood; to create and guide a life, through an environment specific to each being, and yet remain comple
Fitting RelationshipFitting Relationship
Mesmerized, Ben strode through the small aisle, his gaze sweeping over the sparkling gowns and dresses displayed left and right. His heart was beating madly, and part of his excitement was the fear of being caught, of a shopkeeper or other customer spotting him while indulging in his most secret fantasy.
It had happened several times, and each time he'd wished to evaporate on the spot, the sneer or disdain on the shopkeepers' faces when they expelled him from the store hurting like a thousand stabs with a knife. Each time, he'd swore anew never to do this again, but his cravings were too strong, and after a few weeks at the uttermost, he'd be strolling through the clothing stores' ladies sections again.
The reason for his frequent sackings was obvious - when th
(Request) A Smash Bros 4 TG: Moe into Rosalina
Moe Sthoky was an a-typical gamer and an anime enthusiast. 18 years of age and already 6'4”, very sociable, and, above all else, outgoing, this rare mixture alotted for pretty whimsical behavior... One day, he could be working on stories, playing video games, or watching anime; the next day, he could be playing “amateur” sports with his friends from school or going out for a hike. It was during one of the latter-most nights that he discovered an abandoned telescope along the side of the road, one that was, surprisingly enough, in fairly-good condition, aside from the scratches along its white-and-cyan exterior and the one, bent, tripod leg, all of which he knew he could fix with some small materials and the proper application of man's favorite tool... duck tape...
Setting up his new telescope and tripod on the patio outside his room, Moe observed the late-night sky, the stars and planets stretched out before him on the moonless night that was the end of the current lu
Prisoner 1827“When she exploded, she left nothing behind. Except she did.” Trembling, his hands covered in Prisoner 1827’s last breath, Officer Daavie catches the Captain’s eye. The man’s mouth is stern, cutting deep lines across his face. This is the tenth time they’ve gone over Daavie’s story. Not one detail has changed. Not one detail makes sense.
“That… It just doesn’t add up, Officer. People don’t just explode--do you see any brains or bones or other human debris splattered across the walls like paint?”
Daavie grimaces, reaching for a bottle of hand sanitizer on the Captain’s desk. “No. I know. But she did.” He depresses the plunger as he speaks. Nothing. After thirty tries, each more frantic than the last, Daavie flings the plastic to the floor and rakes his hands through his thinning hair.
Danny and BrieDanny paced back and forth clutching his swollen belly as Brie warmed the water in the birth pool. His contractions were about seven minutes apart and getting closer together each time they happened. He was actually more bothered by trying to walk with such wide hips swaying back and forth. He didn’t know how girls could do it, and wasn’t used to this female body shape even after over nine months of it.
Danny and Brie were an odd couple. For one thing, Brie was tough and serious, yet also sweet on the inside. Danny could be easily mistaken for a lesbian. He had a bowl-shaped boyish haircut and a very feminine face. He wasn’t muscular at all and had very narrow shoulders like a girl. But Brie had the most unusual attribute, for she was a witch, and had the power to switch one’s gender or sex role. That is, she could take the genitals of a boy and a girl and switch them. In this scenario, the girl would be on top during sex.
And that’s precisely what she and
The Neko Outbreak Part 4
The Neko Outbreak
Part 4: The Confrontation
Hi, everyone. Jack speaking. I ran into Tina, but still managed save my mind…not to mention my male identity.
But, you really would’ve looked cute with cat ears and a tail-nya.
…Anyway, Emily’s been taken by whom Tina claims to be her “big sis.” Just, what is going on here?
I don’t care what’s happening, let’s get on with it.
…Well, guess there’s no time to waste. Someone’s getting tired of being kidnapped. Take it away narrator.
“Do you remember which way your big sis went,” Jack asked as Tina had a death grip on his hand.
“I-I’m…p-pretty s-sure big sis w-went that way-nya,” Tina stuttered as she pointed to a vague spot.
“…There are several buildings there,” Jack remarked. “It’ll be hard to tell which way you’re really talking about.&
Hema's Balloony Morning
Hema woke up on a sunrise when the morning light shone over her face. She yawned and stretched and got out of her bed. She wore her royal yellow nightgown and opened the windows.
"If only I could fly like morning birds," she sighed happily and dreamed about it as she watched the birds fly past the castle.
She wondered how she can fly like a bird for a minute. She soon came to an idea as she remembered of obtaining B.I. (Body Inflation) pills. The pills she has were the ones she secretly sneaked due to her adoration for round things.
"These will do," she said shaking the bottle of the B.I. pills and took one.
She swallowed the pill and got herself a glass of water and drank it.
The pill she took began to kick in. Her body felt like it's starting to balloon up her body as if she is inflating like a balloon. Her nightgown began to stretch with a few minor rips and tears. Her feet lifted up from the floor as she flew up a few feet in her bedroom.
"Here I go!" Hema giggled and flew out of t
The Last Tickle Warrior: Chapter 1"Hahahahahahahahaha! Be careful moron! That tihihihihihihickles!" giggled Arianna, scrunching up her toes cutely against Sam's rubbing fingers.
"Yeah, yeah," Sam said in a bored tone, not really listening to anything that she was saying at all. The two were sitting underneath the big oak tree in the center of the Temple of Life, Arianna was leaned back against the tree with her hands behind her head, and she had her feet in Sam's lap and he was rubbing them for her...against his will.
"Don't take that tone with me, buster!" Arianna said smugly. "You lost the bet, and you promised to do whatever I said. So put on a smile and rub my feet!"
Sam rolled his eyes, but he did as she had ordered and forced a smile onto his face. Arianna smirked at that and nodded with approval.
"Good boy!" she said slyly, she then lifted up her left foot up and poked Sam's nose with her big toe, causing Sam to cringe, but he
The School Of Pokemon: SPECIAL!: Lucaria's TruthAs i sat in there, getting, LITERALLY, hugged to death by Lucaria. I couldn't help but want to break out of her grasp and then hug her to death myself, certainly the strength she had was just from her being a Lucario... right?
Well when she let go of me and i attempted to hug her crushingly back, she took it all with stride, and broke my grasp like a twig.
"You... very... strong" I said wide-eyed.
"Well... i am a senior after all~" her note read, as she then kissed me sweetly.
My greenish-blue furred face suddenly turned a bright scarlet as i was unable to handle that sudden show of affection, i desperately looked around for something to distract me! ARCEUS PLEASE!
I suddenly get my wish as there is a knock at the door.
"Oh thank Arceus" i muttered under my breath. Before i spoke audibly. "Allow me you Angel."
I hurried over to the door to see what distraction had been granted to me, opening the door and seeing...
The door suddenly closes, without me doing anything. Then I am
I Looked at Him and I Saw Myself"Did you hear what they said?" Lambkit turned to her brothers, who were all huddling together under some sort of weird, twisted, twoleg-made tree, watching the Medicine Cat and the Deputy as they fretted over the newly arrived kits.
Pantherkit was less intrigued with the conversation, his paws feeling uncomfortable on the fake grass that twolegs used in their nest. "Hm?" He pondered, looking up at his sister.
"They said Spiderstep is dead," she explained to her dark furred brother, who cast his eyes down towards his paws again. Nightkit's ears drooped. How many others found the same fate as Spiderstep? It had grown silent in this oddly shaped nest, the Queens making small sounds to keep their kittens calm and distracted. But there were no queens, no mothers for Nightkit and his littermates. Both of their fathers were fighting in the battle.
Though he didn't know Spiderstep personally, Nightkit did know Clearkit. He padded up to his friend, who had tear-filled eyes as he sat closeby his
My Little BirdThe evening kisses cool on the back of my neck. I huddle smaller despite the mildness of the breeze. My thoughts turn inward, abandoning civility as I forget to remember again. Christine is a miraculous disaster. She inherently empowers everyone around her. The chaos that is my consciousness every time she walks through it, as carelessly as haphazard. I form a nest, plant a feeder of tempting humbugs, in the hopes that she will settle for a short while, and let me watch. Snap photographs of my imagination; little intangible keepsakes that contain fragile, happy feelings that manifest only for her. My little bird. I let her fly, and she never returned. I am never truly disappointed. It is impossible for me to feel anything but optimistic and positive when she is in my mind. Smitten.
I travel on in the illusion I created for myself when I feel a crunch under my foot. The pink smoke blows from my eyes, and I see a slight, porcelain, little girl; her left arm now dismembered. Such a beauti
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