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The ListShe has a list.

She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.

Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.

Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.

The l

Have You?Have you ever tasted of a true-to-life tragicomedy so
vacant and bleak, that you are left with a vision as
entangled as your intestines after being bloodied by
your ulcer's streak?

Have you truly ever felt so helpless that all the broken
branches, falling leaves and raindrops make you remember
your invalid limbs and senses, that you pray for the most
wretched tornado to come your way and rip you barbarically
for the world to see?

Have you stood like a drowned cadaver in front of your own
bathroom mirror, cursing the day the universe decided your
conception, and all the hideousness of being that you are
meant to participate in and

Distant TravelAbsent.
Far away.
Travelling soul.
Home.

EmbraceSky Bridge -
Horizon's end
meets earth.

Reminder"Why--why do you hate me?" he snapped brokenly. "I've never--never done anything to you. But you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"Really? Because I see the way you act around me--quiet and distant. You don't laugh when I'm in the room. But you're different with everyone else. When you can't see me, you're loud, happy... What did I do?" He seems defeated, slumping back.
She feels horrid.
"It's not really your fault," she says slowly, looking away. "I'm sorry. I like you. I really do."
"Then why?
She sighs.
"You remind me of someone. I loved them, but they're gone now. Sometimes, I look at you and I see their face. You'll say something and I hear their voice. I feel... guilty, I guess, for liking you. Things didn't end well between us."
He pauses. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's fine. I needed to get over it anyway."
He nods, getting up to leave.
"Just so you know," he says, "I really like you, too."

Almost Human - Chapter 3: UnderestimatedBatman swooped down the building as fast as his grappling hook allowed. As soon as his boots made contact with the hard and unforgiving alleyway pavement he rushed to the fallen clown. The Joker landed in a collection of metal garbage tins, he was still breathing. The cans must've broken his fall. Batman approached him; the jester opened his eyes and let out some weak laugh. "Ow… that kinda – hurt," he giggled as he attempted to stand.

"Don't move, you're injured!" called the detective as he helped the Joker lay against the side of the building.

"This is nothing darling, just had a slight fall," he was bleeding from his mouth a

Forgotten"How was I supposed to know?" he says softly to her back as she starts to leave. "How was I supposed to know you weren't happy? That things weren't working out? You never told me."
"You were supposed to listen," she snaps, turning around. "You were supposed to ask. That's what couples are supposed to do--communicate."
"I spoke to you every day," he murmurs. "I'd ask you what your friends said, what you did, how work was..."
"You never asked how I was!"
"Would you have told me if I had? Because I don't think you would've. I think you would've just let the whole thing sit there and then you would've left anyway, with some other excuse."
She shakes her head harshly, turning around again.
"You promised that you'd never leave!" he shouts at her back.
"Yeah? Well, you swore you'd never break my heart."

5.22once upon a time i would have tried to make this beautiful and innocent but it’s not. nothing about this is poetic or okay in any meaning of the word. and neither am i. my brain is a tornado of screwed up thoughts and 5 am fears and i wish i could shut it off. shut it up. shut it down.

they say that hearing voices means you’re crazy, and i wouldn’t doubt it if that was my case. because what else could it be when my thoughts are telling me it isn’t worth it? that im not okay, or normal? that everything in this world is pointless; a means to an end that i shouldn’t be a part of. i’ve always brought destructi

RestorationAs children, we painted with a prism of passions. The color held its splendor as we shaped a heart masterpiece. We called the image "Identity". But with age, the scarlet tones faded; the crimson heart filled with cracks and tears. Now only a portion of the title remains. The faded letters now read "Entity." The child's colors lie buried in a closet of memory. The canvas, within a breathing vault. We need only to dig; to unlock. As adults, we need only to paint once more.

6. RemnantSat in a chair,
Again.

Window in front,
Warped with images,
Of busy days on a street.

A girl,
With a green dress.

A little boy with an umbrella,
Running through the pouring rain.

Another girl,
Day dreaming,
On a bus.

And the day passed.

_____

Sat in a chair,
Again.

Window in front,
Warped with images,
Of a busy day on a street.

A woman,
With a green dress.

A boy with an umbrella,
Running through the pouring rain.

Another woman,
Day dreaming,
On a bus.

The day passed.

_____

Sat in a chair,
Again.

Window in front,
Warped with images,
Of a busy day on a street.

A woman,
With a green dress.

A boy with an umbrella,
Running through

Philosophy-*Raphael's POV* I live with in a place where monsters seem to pop up everywhere and just attack. It is mainly of no reason WHY they exist and they attack. They just appear.

When I was a little kid, I fought them. I had powers, like my siblings did. My brother was a reaper of human darkness that made him stronger each time. My sister, she had powers of thr worldly elements. And me, well, life, death rebirth, and the flow of time that connects each one (time was of a lesser power) and a bum leg (which I tell about because it is another part of me). However, I digress. As I was saying, for a time I fought off these monsters, because I thought I had t

5.23we’ve split our souls into so many pieces that finding us on a map is an impossible task. you can’t track us down, even if we wanted to be found. there are parts of us everywhere.

we are the crests of waves in the creek next to your old house, where one summer you read my own letters back to me, as if you were reading shakespeare and not the words of a sad girl with too much grief. we are in the lightning storms that i used to love so much; in every single strike of color and clashing of sound – each second of thrilling terror. every ink smudge on every paper in the entire world is a love song written just for you, and only

I once had five brothers.I once had five brothers.

John, Benjamin, Thomas, Richard and William.

Five older brother, all of them good lads. Prepared to go to war for their country and home, no matter the consequences.

I remember when they all went off, high in spirits and rosy in outlook.

Not so when we next met. The war had gone badly for them; the country in general too. Our beloved home was destroyed in an overnight bombing raid and the rest of the city set alight.

We watched it burn. The great roof of the cathedral collapsed before our eyes, and the market place was encased in a river of lead as the old buildings gave way. The hospital in the town centre went

After the RainsWeathered the storm. Received colorful reward.

DecadenciaAquella carga resultaba cada vez más pesada y asfixiante. Aún era tan joven… y ya sintiéndose como un anciano observaba impotente la corriente de cambios devastadores que no paraban de erosionar su entorno, mientras iba encajando casi por inercia el paso inexorable del tiempo.

Se sentía tan vacío. A veces, era como si notara un agujero enorme en la zona más profunda de su interior; todo se lo tragaba. Y entonces se veía arrastrado de manera inevitable hacia un torbellino de confusión, cuyo desenlace no era otro que el fracaso, la humillación, el sufrimiento… la soledad.

¿Cuánto tiempo llevaba experimentando algo así? Intentaba

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Freedom #Candlelight-Writers Prompts
Freedom is the feeling of running back to your safe haven. Freedom is the taste of victory in your mouth. Freedom is the lack of oppression or censorship…
No one understands freedom more than the lone bird in the sky, flying with the winds and being temporarily away from danger…
Freedom is about losing the shackles of life.
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!darkelvenfaerie Jul 21, 2010

You might not have been very inspired, but I still think you did a good job.
Very well written.
Keep up the great work.

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*Chicky-the-Dragon Jul 21, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks so much!

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