AnimusIf I couldAnimus by xxdraxx
I would vomit my soul
And let it chain itself
To my speech
Like a parasite.
I would let it
Become my puppet master,
And let it sway my arms
I never thought
Instead, I've kept my soul
Trapped in a cage
And watched it
Try to bite
It's way to freedom.
Takuma x Reader Just one Bite: Part 2Takuma x Reader Just one Bite: Part 2 by DimantesReign
Takuma x Reader part 2
"Vampires aren't real." You tightened the ribbon around your neck, a little anxious.
"They aren't real. Himura is crazy..." You repeated, walking down the stone path to the Moon Dorm. Your quiet steps echoed in the lonely night. You were the only one to be seen outside but as you looked to your left, sure enough you could see yellow lights shining in the windows of the first classroom building. "Still at class the note said, so I will be fine. Just-" you gasped, startled by a bug that flew past your face.
You didn't know why you were so jumpy. You absolutely did not believe that vampires were real. You were just in this for the money.
"The frickin' place looks like a damn haunted mansion!" You looked over your shoulder at the full, glowing moon. Bracing yourself, you placed a hand on the door handle, and turned it slowly. "Why would anyone wanna go to school here, rich or not?" You whispered to yourse
State of Breathless ShameHere is an empty house with lots of memories, but no more can be made.State of Breathless Shame by sin239697
Here is a bed to sit on with a head down in a pair of hands while tears run down arms.
Here is delicious food, but no appetite to eat.
Here are many things to do, but no drive to do so.
Thoughts of sorrow.
Thoughts contained of melancholy.
Thoughts of loneliness.
Thoughts contained of desolation.
Feelings of woe.
Feelings contained of troubles.
Feelings of struggle.
Feelings contained of despair.
Here is an empty house full of satisfaction, but only with regret.
Here is a chair to sit on while staring out of a window at rain while rain falls upon angelic cheeks.
Here is a tasteful cup of tea, but it’s not favorable.
Here are eventful things to do, yet there is only a blanket to hide under.
Emotions of gloom.
Emotions contained of cafard.
Emotions of melancholia.
Emotions contained of unhappiness.
Here is a bed and chair to only sit on while burying a face into ha
Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 3“Be safe alright?” I kiss Mitch’s cheek as he takes his gun and goes to the cabin’s door, “Don’t do anything stupid that will get you caught, please?”Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 3 by BrownieRainbow
“Alright, I promise. I’ll check if she’s in there and leave in an instant.” he kisses me quickly to reassure me and winks, “I’ll be back by midnight, or as close as I can get to midnight since we don’t have a clock anymore.” he laughs and walks out the door leaving Bella, Alex, Bear, and me in the house. Considering it’s summer and the sun already set a bit ago, it’s probably 7 o’clock or around that time at least. I sigh and I’m about to go to the living room to sit and wait when Bella comes bounding to the door and crashes into me. We both groan as we fall to the floor with Bella on top of me.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she stands up quickly and dusts herself off.
“Don’t worry about it,” I dismissi
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The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song by Krikak
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
How To Find The Way BackHow to find the way backHow To Find The Way Back by Shellylynn45
From a life you don’t know how
You got there going blindly
Running from everything so far
Chasing fighting after madness
Trying to prove it as a dream
Fighting all who stand before you
Saying you don’t feel a thing
But there’s pain an aching lonely
That threatens all it will consume
Telling that this will only
Spell out for certain doom
Home fires burn no longer brightly
Can’t see them well enough to turn back
Bringing it all down with you
In a raging heart attack
Lost so far in the darkness
And you see so little light
Wishing for home so very badly
To leave behind this endless night
The endless sorrow of always searching
For something hidden you don’t know
And to get back is still a mystery as to which direction to go
So they point out where to go
Tell you get back where it is they are
But you’ve changed and you are different
Still feeling way to far
Off from where you should be
Still chasing after dreams
Won’t give up
100 Theme Challenge 1:100This was the world in which people lived. Reality was a whole story of its own and yet some people out there in the world try and wrestle the absolute truths of the planet into words. They subdue the words and beat them into submission before writing them down on the blank pieces of paper before them. These are the artists of the story, masters of written words, tasked with the ability to bring the smallest of ideas and write them for the rest of humanity.100 Theme Challenge 1:100 by Rebel-Night
But why do they do this? To many it seems a waste of time and talent and it is the invasion of one's own privacy to publish these works. The many of people it does not make sense but to those of us who write it can make a lot of sense. There are a great many reasons why one person would write and then publish it.
To some it is the fame that may ensue from a book to others it is the peace of mind when the worlds have flooded out in a torrent from their mind and emptied it for another to take its place. And still then some write just t
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