The Video Game of LifeLet’s give life a little glitch.The Video Game of Life by AshNightmareGlitch
Let’s give ourselves a tiny push foreword.
It won’t ruin the software, I promise.
It’s already encoded into the game’s data.
Let’s find all the little Easter eggs our creator installed
And use them to strive ahead. To achieve our goals.
But let’s keep them a secret
So that those lazy moochers don’t overuse them…
Only the best of the best can find them.
And only the smartest can analyze and decode the small hints that are already hidden around us in plain sight.
Ugh, are you still reading those theories on the post –game?
Just wait and see.
You’re not even close to it, you know?
Quit it with the regretting of your losses.
Don’t keep on turning the game back on and off,
(Resetti has made that quite clear, hasn’t he?)
I know that there are just some levels you have to replay to get ahead,
But maybe the loss was just part of the story, and you can’t change that.
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,Life is a Study of Contrast by KlingelChelle
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
Welcome to Writing-4-life, a group where you can share your skills and inspire others to write amazing things!! This is a group for poets, fanfic authors, original story writers, and watchers alike to comment, critique, and give ideas to one another.
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>It is automatic acceptance but submitting artwork like drawings is rude and a hassle for those of us who have to check to clear it out.
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Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
Poem For My Baby GirlPoem for my “Baby Girl”Poem For My Baby Girl by nursal1060
From: Muti and your Mayonaka Family
Baby girl, my sweet little “child”...
Every night when I head to sleep,
Our last conversation lingers in my head
All night long.
Sweetheart, do you realize,
That your pain is our pain?
I know what you think…
You think you’re a burden
To your father and I
And the rest of our Ohana.
Is that why you distance yourself from us?
My dear daughter,
I hope you realize…
When you cry, we can feel your sorrow,
And when you’re frightened, we share your fears,
And when you try to be aloof, we feel excluded,
And when you feel despair, we feel helpless as well…
Your emotions really matter to us,
Despite the fact that you think that it’s a waste
To burden the Ohana with such things.
Baby girl, my sweetheart,
I want you to believe.
Believe that you’re special.
Believe that you’re extraordinary in a good way.
Believe that you’re truly important.
Believe that we ALL
channel 7 news; loose Pegasus channel 7 news; loose Pegasuschannel 7 news; loose Pegasus by Zanderax1127
a news caster, goes into a boring neighborhood, with his newbie crew.
Cameraman; what are doing here, there's nothing to report
News-guy; theres always something to report in places like this
cameraman; ok then
he walks over to a guy standing infront of his house hanging with a couple pals
news-guy; sir, could you please report on the loose Pegasus
so the guy looks into the camera, and does that thing where he flicks his nose with his thumb, he looks a little suspicious
Guy on the street; uh.... yeah, ive seen a pegasus
so his friend jumps into camera view and yells
Friend; YEAH! THAT MOTHER****** HAD LIKE, UH.... A BADASS HORN ON THE HEAD
Guy on the street;.......... MAN, THATS A UNICORN!
so a few days later they returned to the same street with the news headline as
LOOSE PEGASUS; DAY ONE
cameraman; sir, we've been here already, remember, the fake pegasus stroy, i dont think people really bought that
News-guy: *sigh* people are like sheep, one big s
Reality or FantasyReality or FantasyReality or Fantasy by JAStar4
The lights flickered between my glittering finger tips. Watching the people squirm in front of me. I couldn’t believe the sight I was seeing.
Painful tear fluttered down my cheeks. I was so happy from all of the rage in the air. There was a sweat chime of silence blaring from the metal street below.
Screams of fear shattered threw the flaming skyline. I whipped my hands over my eyes, as tears drifted down my cheeks. I glance over my shoulder, to see smoke drifting up the staircase.
Thoughts of my frightening past gorged threw my mind. I wanted the blaze of flames to roar out of the rooftop around my body. Burning everything around me as the world came to an end.
But the door to the building slithered open. Hope emerged through my eyes. I stared in shock, as the door to what I once called home.
A girl around my age stood in the do
Crazy or CreativeSunshine shimmered again a sweet teenager’s skin. She glanced over her shoulder at a stunning city skyline. Thoughts of her day blossomed in her memory.Crazy or Creative by JAStar4
The girl placed her left hand up to her chest. Her light brown hair drifted over her shoulders, in a chilling breeze. The girl started down at the street below her.
She imagined how it would feel to fall. How much her body would hurt from the wind ripping around her body? She could only imagine what kind of a person would want to die that way.
The girl turned her back to the street. She smiled down at the pool in front of her. The girl ran towards the clear blue water.
Her slightly tanned skin shimmered in the sunlight. She dove into the pool head first. The clear blue water sparkled over her skin.
For one moment she felt free to do whatever she wanted. The girl stayed under that what, as the sun started
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