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The Marble PlaqueYou were the Moon overthrownThe Marble Plaque by Dorothy-of-Oz
that would flood me with dreams
You were Beauty, spoilt and corrupted,
You were that young memory,
you were delay
sweeter than honey, from your fingertips
to my lips.
You were orange rind in summer dusk
you were that secret in my chest,
crushing my heart
- utterly pleasant torture
Hence i am asking you why,
why didn't you kill me,
then, when you had the chance?
Why did the torment you gave me
got spoilt as you did, too,
all of a sudden,
and you left me half-alive,
sentenced to stay that way?
You, overthrown Moon that dropped the
shaped as a gem, or a tear.
You, shattered Beauty
who left me choked up,
with bare empty hands
Hands...! Lousily pushed out to the stars
that are but self-devouring beings,
bathed in darkness beyond boundaries.
Even those stars are calling out to you.
You camouflaged my dreams with gold and mud
bestowing a weird coat, a glaze
as well as brand-new features
You the slut, you the smart
Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 4 / FINAL)Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 4 / FINAL) by Neresma
(Y/N) = your name
Ghirahim attempted a sword slash at Fi, failing as she blocked the attack with her wing. He then began to attack closer, his anger turning him into a stabbing fury. But the blue sword spirit blocked each hit, dodged and fought back, tiring Ghirahim as the minutes passed. As you noticed Fi was winning a great advantage, you begged the shop owner: “Sir, please! Tell your sword spirit to stop!” But he only ignored your words.
Shelves began to fly, furniture broke: the clash of the sword spirits was a truly memorable representation of the word ‘brutality’, and an ultimate reconstruction of the fight between good and evil. Alas, Ghirahim began to take serious damage, leaving him soaked in sweat and breathing heavily, while the blue woman made more and more wounds appear on his body. You just stared, shocked. There was absolutely no escape, and you were too weak to try to fight alongside the demon lord. You were forced to watch how Ghirahim got kille
CrankyA/N: Warning for Shayera's potty mouth.Cranky by ShiyaHawk
John had done it this time. Well it was an honest mistake and a rather vicious mood swing put together. The poor Green Lantern had inadvertently called his pregnant wife fat. He didn't say the word fat but Shayera had implied the meaning from what he had said. To say the least he was in the doghouse now. She had refused to talk to him the entire day, besides the few choice words she had graced him with earlier, and shot him death glares whenever she could. John found out just how pissed she still was when he tried to go to bed that night.
John slowly opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside. There she was his angelic, though incredibly temperamental, little pregnant demon. He closed the door and crept across the room before slowly sliding in beside his wife. As he began to wrap his arm around her, he received an incredibly powerful blow to the side of his head.
"What was that for?" He asked the back of her head.
Unopened Letter To The WorldWhat has become of our lives today?Unopened Letter To The World by Dudette-36
Living in sin or running away,
We turn around to save our own sanity,
From the people we call our friends and family,
We cry, we laugh, we die, we dream,
And yet our dreams turn to nothing but a suffocated scream,
Our hopes are nothing more than a sarcastic laugh in our face,
That eventually crashes down and is left without a trace.
What is this emptiness that takes over our lives?
Filled with a pain that stabs you like a thousand knives,
We're never given the chance to speak,
Constantly reminded of how much we're weak,
We bind ourselves to promises that are hardly kept,
Not caring, not remembering the last time we wept,
Our lives turn bleak like the freezing cold,
With no one to offer a kind comforting word.
How can we live in a world full of hate?
Tripping and falling and taking the bait,
Our eyes are always brimmed with unshed tears,
Fighting them, willing them away throughout our growing years,
Hoping for the chance to prove who we are,
DNAnimal chapter 2Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal chapter 2 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 2: Locked up
I might look like a pet, Im not one.
Bastian, get up I need to get some clean clothes, Kimmy hissed as she gave the boy on the floor a few soft kicks. He merely turned around and thus received a harder kick which made him grunt.
Ow, whats with the kicking, Im trying to sleep, he muttered sleepily as he looked up. Kimmy sighed, kneeled down and pulled the boy with blanket away so she could get in the closet. Quickly she searched for clothes and got out of the closet again. Bastian picked the blanket up by his mouth and pulled it with him back into the closet. There he lay down again, although he was half out of the closet.
The girl heard her mother coming and pushed the boy further into the closet.
Oi, he complained, but Kimmy locked the door
DNAnimal Chapter 1Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal Chapter 1 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 1: A guy with wolf ears and tail
What started as a normal day, completely turned out to change my life forever.
The fifteen year old Kimmy sighed when she exit the supermarket. Looking up at the rain, she became a little depressed and hated it she didnt bring an umbrella with her. Luckily she didnt have to walk that far and it wasnt raining hard so the girl started walking. Her light brown hair was waving into her face because of the strong wind that was blowing in the same direction she walked.
As always she went through the little alley that would reduce the time of walking drastically. But today someone else was there as well and snatched something out of her shopping back.
Hey, give that back thief! the girl exclaimed when she saw someone running away with the bread. Holding her bag tightly she ran after the thief, who clearly hadnt been in that are
DNAnimal chapter 3Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal chapter 3 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 3: Busted?
Bastian sat up in as he heard the front door close. Did Kimmy leave already? The wolf boy stretched himself and opened the door. He saw Kimmy laying in bed, so it would be her mother who left.
"Kimmy. Kimmy!" the boy said as he tried to wake the girl up. But it was no use, so Bastian jumped on the bed and licked the girl's cheek. She pushed his face away, slowly opened her eyes and screamed as soon she saw the boy on her bed. This caused Bastian to get shocked and in this shocked moment he fell off the bed.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Kimmy freaked as she rubbed her cheek, "Don't lick me like a dog, you moron!"
"I case you forgot, I'm a WOLF," Bastian snapped from the floor. He sat up and licked his wrist, "And because of you my wrist is now hurting."
"That's your own fault. You suddenly jumped on my bed and licked me!"
StelvioTornerò con un leone. Voglio impagliarlo e regalarlo a Bartali. (cit. Fausto Coppi)Stelvio by queenseptienna
Scendere lo Stelvio sarebbe stato una passeggiata, ma risalirlo era una lunga ed estenuante impresa che aveva decimato il gruppo, facendo da sé una preziosa cernita. Infatti erano molti quelli che non se l’erano sentita di affrontare la montagna, un po’ perché nessuno di loro era scalatore ed un po’ perché molti erano sfiancati dal tratto di strada in costante pendio affrontato in precedenza.
Bartali sorrideva a quel pensiero, fiero della propria preparazione atletica che gli permetteva, come al solito, di essere in testa. Il freddo pungente non lo turbava più di tanto, la sua mente non era concentrata sulle condizioni atmosferiche, bensì sul muovere le gambe come un mantice - una macchina - senza fermarsi mai, perché sapeva che altrimenti non sarebbe più ripartito.
Non si permetteva nemmeno il lusso di bere un sorso
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire by WordOfChen
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity by WordOfChen
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
La Fine dei SogniSimona ha lunghi capelli raccolti in due lunghe trecce, un vestito rosa, calze arcobaleno e un sorriso orfano di due denti.La Fine dei Sogni by Evil-Ataru
Simona corre velocissima: è imprendibile, irraggiungibile, quasi invisibile. Sfreccia su sottili fili d'erba verdissima, sotto un cielo azzurrissimo, con un sole giallissimo e bellissimo che ha disegnato proprio lei.
Sì: tutto da sola.
Si riposa, respira l'aria, affannata e felice, con un piccolo balzo all'indietro si lascia cadere tra fiori indefinibili, ma coloratissimi: viola, rossi, arancioni, blu e rossi.
Qualche nuvola le finisce negli occhi e tra i pensieri:
due persone che si baciano a bordo di un elicottero,
Corre. Si alza all'improvviso e via di nuovo, e forse è solo un lungo decollo per poter poi spiccare il volo.
Quello che sembrava infinito, infinito non è.
Guarda: c'è un muro di nebbia, una coltre biancastra e densa oltre la quale è impossibile vedere. Così: netto. Taglia l'erb
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