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KissOne the day we met,
I knew you were the one.
I'm happy Myranda introduced us.
We talked for a week,
I knew there was something there.
"well, what are you waiting for?
Go get your boyfriend."
I went upstairs.
Turned my back on Myranda's door.
And you jumped out while I turned towards you.
There was a dog bone on the floor.
I nearly face planted into a tv.
You caught me and we laughed.
All four of us sat upstairs,
Myranda and Cliff had the couch.
You the chair and I sat between your legs
We held hands the entire time.
I looked up at you.
Our eyes locked the entire time.
"Just kiss already!"
We ignored her.
Our eyes locked again.
I turned around.
you leaned down.
Our lips locked.
It was the most magical experience of my life.
We didn’t stop making out for god knows how long.
Myranda and Cliff left without our notice.
We broke and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.
It wasn't my first time,
Mine was with a girl- vomit was involved
Emotional Switch (Razor)Where did that emotional switch go?
It used to be how I made it through,
Through all the shit in my life.
Through my father's hatred of me,
The extreme sadness,
The worst of my pain.
I could turn off my emotions like that.
Be indifferent to all.
Ignore what was wrong.
So where has it gone?
I need that switch now.
It's not getting easier.
This is the closest I've been in a while.
I'm close to the edge,
Close to giving up on it all.
Life is pain.
Why can't I find it?
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Four months together,
and now I can't work.
Without that switch,
I don't think I can live.
I was finally happy,
So I threw it out.
I shouldn't have.
Why does it have to hurt this much?
The George of old is gone,
All because of one boy.
I was whole,
And now my heart is smashed.
The razor's inviting me to play,
And no one is actually helping.
I don't think I can be fixed.
I just don’t think i
Sweet CamerenI'm not over you.
I've tried everything.
I'm drinking to try to forget now,
But all the vodka and rum in the world
Won't erase my memories of you.
I've sought comfort in the arms of another.
They just make me feel worse,
Cause its not their arms I want around me at night,
My sweet Cameren.
Friends keep you out for a while,
But when I'm alone, you creep back in.
I've danced the night away,
Stayed focused on my classes,
But with the books away,
And an actual nights sleep,
The truth is spelled out.
You plague my mind and my dreams,
My sweet Cameren.
My family doesn't know how I feel,
I hide from them.
I'd rather they think I'm happy,
Than know how fucked up I am.
I loved you with all my heart,
I finally felt human with you,
And its been four months of torture,
I don't think I can take it anymore.
My sweet Cameren.
Your sister knows how I feel,
As does your special buddy.
Myranda knows how I feel.
And so do your parents,
My sweet Cameren.
I can't figure out where we went wrong,
ChaseYou were the first person I loved,
with my heart, body, and soul.
The one who sent me on my path of self-discovery
And made me enjoy life for the first time.
You'll always be as my memories,
Though I won't be in yours.
July 4thJuly 4th, our country's birthday, and look how far we've fallen.
Our economy is in the crapper,
Extreme right nutbags are taking over,
The government can't work together to make a simple agreement.
We celebrate the worthless,
Make the trivial important.
American Ingenuity use to make the world go round,
But no one has it any more.
The last good Idea to come from this country was to revolt from Britain.
Still wonder why our economy is so broken down even suicide looks like a good Idea?
Our country use to inspire revolutions,
And actually, it still does,
However, now all we do is protect the governments that give us oil,
Or give that country a new regime that will give us what we want cheaper.
And if the government doesn’t have anything we want,
We say “fuck ‘em.”
Now the “Tea Party” wants to change America back to what it once was,
But we’ve already passed the point of no return.
And judging from the remarks of their leaders,
They have ab
AnonymousHis eyes roll back
And the damned are released form their prisons
Only to vanish into a pitch black abyss.
For them he cares not,
But for his act he feels great shame,
Only after the greatest pleasure.
DreamSo I was in this hospital with a few friends,
Probably Dilley Ridge,
Volunteering, helping out with some patients.
When the hospital closed down for the night,
We went outside.
Out there, slowly walking towards the building,
Was a giant of a man,
Dragging a heavy axe.
He had a burlap sack on his head
With three vertical eyes painted on it,
A sadistic, joker-like smile too.
He was coming again to kill people in the hospital,
Just as he had last night.
My five friends and I were there,
We barely survived,
Though how I am not sure.
We figured, go to our car and not stare at him
(Staring is what prompted his attack the night before).
We tried our hardest,
But our hardest wasn't good enough.
I looked for just a second.
He stopped and turned towards me.
As he raised his axe,
I shouted run.
We got to our car and all piled in.
We couldn't see him,
He had disappeared.
His axe swung down from above,
Cleaving the engine in half.
We scrambled out and resumed our run.
I saw a van just up ahead,
Personification: DepressionAbstract noun
Depression has lost the one he loves, the only person he ever had.
He wants it all to halt,
Believes it's his fault.
Now he has scars straight up and down his veins,
Formed by many attempts to end his pain,
Hidden from everyone by his long, dark clothes.
It all started when he and Joy were robbed by Loath,
And in a flash of gun powder, Joy was dead,
He lost all will he had to survive,
His whole reason to be alive,
And his "friends" deserted him in his time of need,
Save for three,
Despair, Desperation, and Despondency.
They know what he's going through,
It's happening to them too.
Joy wouldn't want him this way, so he's trying to get better,
No longer a zombie going through the motions,
He doesn't attempt suicide at every junction.
He sits in his psychiatrist's office and explains it all,
She'll help him back to where he was before last fall.
He'll live life for the both of them.
High schoolFour years ago I entered your halls for the first time,
And since that date I have faced many trials and tribulations.
Social Services came around and threatened my mom,
I lost my best friend,
I struggled to get by,
And who I am was realized.
And that was only the beginning.
In the next year
I spent only three months in your traditional halls,
And it seemed as though fortune favored me,
I gained unlikely friends,
And build an actual social life;
I fell in love for the first time
And in class I could do no wrong.
However, this is not what fate had in store.
I had my first seizer,
Broke my first bone,
And was forced to move to Columbus,
Away from a life that perfection was nearing.
I got a choice for schools,
Either gang infested or online.
I made the right choice.
As proven by still being alive.
I learned to hate God,
Who gave me a taste of how wonderful life could be
Only to yank it away.
Once again I was alone
(Text and MySpace offer no comfort),
And I had no reason to try
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 5
You woke up the next morning but stayed at bed, thinking of a plan to escape. Right then, you heard a knock at the door but you didn't care to answer.
"Hello?' the door opened slightly and a man peeked in.
The man wore a white mask with pitch black eyes and black feminine lips.
You were relieved that it wasn't Slenderman but you were scared of the masked man as there wasn't any weapon to protect you.
The man opened the door and stepped in, walking towards you.
"Are you... hungry?" he asked.
This time, you answered him by nodding. You were so hungry since yesterday and even refuse to talk when Slender offers you food which is a bad thing because you had to go through a night, sleepless while listening how hungry your stomach was.
"Okay, follow me." the man said and lead you to the hallway. You following from behind.
"I'm Masky. What's yours?" he asked but didn't get any responds. You were too thirsty to even talk.
Ones he brought you to the kitchen, you saw two men. The man you sho
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Prologue]
An eight year old boy stared up to his mother with the round innocent orbs that just about every young child had. He was short for his age, having not had a growth spurt yet and barely reached his mother's upper leg. His hair was filthy, his locks of [hair colour] stained with dirt and muddy water, after hours of playing 'Kill The Titan' with his friends. Along his bare arms, a few scratches could be seen on the surface of his skin after a few minor quarrels with the other boys, and his knee was grazed and red. The young boy was clad in the usual clothes of the Shinganshina district - little leather boots and discoloured fabric. Back to his eyes. They were a soft [eye colour], bright and innocent. What child wasn't like that at this age? He held a certain quality to him that could brighten up even the most tortured of souls, could light the way for even the most darkest ones.
Upon seeing the young boy clasp his tiny hand around the hem of her shirt, the mot
La Campesina (Knight! Spain x Reader)
(Knight! Spain x Reader)
This is :iconprussianwolfe:’s prize for my Era contest! I hope she enjoys this! I seriously apologize on the wait but I hope the length makes up for it! Also, thanks for being a good sport!
I rolled my eyes in aggravation as they continued to make wolf noises. I was passing by my local brothel; it was full of drunk and rather haggard young men and women ranging from all social backgrounds. It was mostly full of caballero though, four of which wouldn’t shut their mouths, I was not a whore for sale!
“Hey, chica? Why don’t you make your way over to us? I’ll pay you in gold~” I turned the other cheek (no pun intended) and pull
A Lover's Quarrel (Baddie! Scotland x 'Reader')
A Lovers’ Quarrel
(Baddie! Scotland x ‘Reader’)
Warning feels up ahead along with death.
“Are you sure about this?” A lanky man took another swig of his ale before waving his younger brother off for the seventh time that night. He sighed and shook his head, he felt for Allistor, he really did but….but this was pushing it. He had to step up. “But what if she see’s you like this again? I think it’d be best if you just stayed at my place—“ Allistor held his hand up at Conner.
Allistor took another swig before speaking up, his voice low and gravely. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t butt into my relations boy.” The two red heads stared at each other for a few moments
Makoto x Reader - No Plan B (oneshot)
It was the finals. You and the boys on the team had worked hard to get here. And now it was the final showdown. Everyone but you had been knocked out the individual events back at nationals, but somehow they were in the final showdown for the relay. You were in the final showdown for the women’s freestyle, representing Iwatobi High School. You had tried to represent the school in every style, but you were just in freestyle now.
Now you stood in the change rooms in your one piece swimsuit, putting your goggles on your head, leaving them on your forehead. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling the nerves bundle up in your stomach. You felt like you wanted to be sick, you were that nervous. It all came down to this, you either went home with the trophy or you didn’t. The boys were just as nervous, no doubt. You gently slapped your cheeks in your hands, closing your eyes. Don’t imagine the crowd, don’t imagine the other swimmers, just swim like you always do.
Eat Your Pasta|Chapter12|Creepypasta x Male!Reader
Chapter 12: Melodious.
Everyone gathered near the couch, letting Jack and SlenderMan have a little space to get to the [H/C] haired male. The eyeless man reached to find the younger boy's pulse, hoping that everything will be fine. He was almost ready to give up, he checked each wrist the boy had, each time receiving nothing. Jack tried one last time and brushed his grey fingers over [Name]'s neck. What he felt could have made his nonexistent eyes go wide. He felt...a beat. A very faint and weak one, but it was still a beat, right?
But it wasn't the only one. A few more beats followed right after, creating some sort of rhythmic beat themselves. The man stood up and looked at the smaller male underneath him
An Ugly Boy Documentary 1 (Iceland x Reader)
An Ugly Boy Documentary
(Iceland x Reader)
Sorry for the extra long wait loves, I’ve been going through some issues with RL and have been rather neglectant to my OL, forgive me.
Any way’s without further ado, please enjoy An Ugly Boy Documentary.
Failed attempt # 1
“Alright, Leon do you have all the camera’s set?” I questioned my friend whom only tsked at my advances’. Hetatube seemed very interested in my life after my first video hit one million views. So to appease the viewers I decided to document every detail of my life, weather it be good or bad I’d like to post once a week for them to watch!
“Yes Emil, for the last time I’ve got everything set up for you. Stop
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life(Hetalia x shy!young!reader)
I do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old
I ran...as fast as I possibly could. I felt the sharp sting of hale hitting my face but that's now what hurt. What hurt was the fear that you would be caught. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE ABOMINATION YOU SHOULDNT EXIST!" A manly voice bellowed behind me. I felt tears brimming my eyes as I ran down the long street.
I wasn't supposed to exist...I shouldn't be able to have this ability.
My uncle hated me but would not let me leave because of what I could do. He hit me and drank too much. I was scared to speak because he yelled at me every time I spoke which taught me never to speak. I haven't heard my own voice in 7 years...only his rough baritone voice. 'Did he leave?' I thought before I stopped. I couldn't hear anything beyond the hale and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly a light...a screech...a scream....black.
I walked into the hospital to speak to my doctor about weight loss meds...since ev
Mira FujitaMira Fujita
Age: 532 (appears 17)
Birth date: April 24 1478
Date of Rebirth: August 1495
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Skin color: Creamy white
Hair Length: Short
Style: no distinct hair style
Eye color: Gold with purple swirl in center
Power: Can seduce any human, werewolf, or vampire and get them to do as he ask
Mate: Daisuke Yamamoto
Strength: Sex; Immune to Shiro's powers and Atlai's Poison
Weakness: Pagan Religious signs
Likes: Being near his mate; human blood after sex
Dislikes: Pedophiles; Nyxie
Desires: Kill Nyxie; Kill Lucas and Shiori
Born into noble bloodline sometime in 1478, Mira lived a sheltered life within the confines of his families estate. When he leaves the estate after his fourteenth birthday to visit one of the nearby villages,
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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