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Yautja hunt P1Silence
In the heat of the day
A slow lope to a rapid dash
Leaves scarce gazed in passing
Wrist blades unsheathing in a flash
Primed and poised for slashing
From tree to tree I leap
Muscles tensed and slim
Seamlessly traversing, lunar jungles deep
Sunlight coloured and dim
The princess of this world
Of creatures so close yet queer
Luminescent skin of deep sea blue
Even women, warriors too
And thus I await her fall
The decent from the sky
Upon her winged beast
It's letting her fly
Escape the attempted feast..
Holly and EmmaSo I see
A simple void of this
Has presented me
A body, riddled with scars and stitches
Too many to count
But some more memorable
This one from when her best friend betrayed
A razors edge left my shoulder frayed
Over here, along my thigh
She needed to be strong, she'd never cry
And my eye
She thought she'd try
But gave me instead, a button
Though it can't near as well see sun
But, she loves me
No matter what she always sews me back
She keeps me in the closet
When she doesn't want to play
It's dark in here
I hardly ever come out in the day
But it keeps me safe she says
There are bad kids, worse kids
Ones that won't let me stay...
So I wait
In my shoebox bed
Patient and quiet
Loosing feeling in my head
Holly is home now
And I'm slowly filling with dread
A differant perspectiveSet like precious stones in the lifeless mask of his face, each hair so carfully strewn to the cheeks yet so chaotic, a smile factured by stiched scars, to which split the lip asunder, twice over, acrack so deep it wedges the nose, causeing a painfull lean, a gleaning wash of bronze sits atop his head, each curl, every wire, iterlocking, entwineing, inverted and restored to amass the scalp
storms in black and white
past these monoliths lie the tarnished soul, a sheet of silver eaten away by the trials of human life and blacked by fleshed sins to rise from the historics of birth to presant life and rent from withn the wretched heart of beating obsidain pulp
The True Nature Of The Mad CatThe True Nature Of The Mad Catter
(You've Been Warned)
You hurt a friend once before
Benevolent seething whore
You soon will pay
Befriend you I shall
Slide in close a deep set pal
Only to vanish like a ghost
Doing as I do best
Feeding from your life
(Never seeking to nest)
Before stabbing your heart with a knife
And as you lay there
Weeping and shattered
I'll have a moment to share
To explain I feel mildly battered
Eight left in the wake
All victims of this method
Such a stupid face
As you stand there slack jawed
To them I seem so perfect
False promises and open lies
I am of my own unique sect
Not like the other guys
Though once I get bored
I'll make my swift leave
A quick severance by sword
Going home to silently grieve
What kind of man am I to hold the hearts I've broken?
Fleeting darkened memories are all that's left in token
Above all else rests the shattered stone of polished obsidian sheen
Though it should be of no surprise these foggy veins of broken rock
Are stained with toxic green
The beast of jealousy rears a face of mottled sin
Amid the relics of what once was a heart
To map the swells and divides of a story too long to tell this misery has surely become an art.
I Met A GirlI Met A Girl
I met a girl
It was epic
But then the sun came up
And reality set in
Truth is her group wont accept me
I just dont fit in
Too shy too seclusive
And for the larger part
My parents dont hate me
Nor I them in turn
Never severed my skin
Never felt that burn
Its painfull you see
Each day shes so close
But she dosent love me back
I have nowere to go
I want to tell her all of this
My emotion at its peak
But it cant I just cant
It would make me far too weak
But like a stupid dog
Im stuck, tied by the heart
through collar of courage and leash of loyalty
Sits the obediant mutt
Why beaten over and over
Do I come back the next day to repeat it, still sober?
Taking it and the burden of your personal pains too?
Because self sacrifice is another way of saying I love you...
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Rentals"And that's how I ended up on this shelf!" I made sure to say with a smile on my face. The man across from me just tilted his head in confusion. "Is something still wrong? I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining why my head is here."
"Yeah, but..." he said while crossing his arms. He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Okay, I get that you're only being rented out and not actually for sale. But why are you actually.. ya know.. on?"
"What?" It took me a second to realize what he meant. But I got it. "Oh! Well that's easy. Since I volunteered for this, I'm left on so I can let people know why my head isn't for sale. I uh, hold on." I needed to blow my hair out of my face, since my hands were else where in the store. I wasn't getting much done, but thankfully the customer brushed my black hair behind my ear and out of my hair. "Thank you! Now where was I? Oh right. Normally there are a lot more rental heads out on display, but we are near closing time and I seem to be the last one
Barefoot Benefits 6It was a pleasantly hot summer day. Sally was in her backyard role-playing with her pokémon while Amanda and Brenda watched from foldable chairs.
“The brave heroes had finally made it to the giantess’s lair. As they rushed forward, the loud thuds of the giantess’ footsteps could be heard and grew louder and louder. The heroes skidded to a halt as the giantess walked forward into sight, eyeing them angrily with her club gripped tightly and her pet sitting upon her shoulders,” narrated Sally as she, Growlithe, and Lillipup each played their parts and Treecko rode on Sally’s shoulders.
“Growlithe growl, growlithe!” shouted Growlithe.
“Pup!” shouted Lillipup.
“Never! Your princess shall be my slave for eternity! Begone or be crushed!” said Sally.
“Treecko tree!” said Treecko with a nod.
Growlithe and Lillipup replied by growling angrily and standing ready to fight.
“So be it!” shouted Sally befor
Death followed my father home.Death bought a new pair of shoes from my father. It left and hit a woman right in front of my father’s store. It dragged her thirty feet across the parking lot before speeding off, leaving her to bleed in front of Target. It brought my father out of his shoe store to direct traffic around the body, blood trickling against his shoes. It tapped the shoulder of an employee with CPR training. It got blood all over his clothes and sent him home early for the day when there was nothing he could do.
Death followed my father home. It called my father’s cell phone with an invitation he couldn’t turn down. It put a new playlist in my father’s Pandora shuffle that brought him to tears. It picked out the finest formal wear my father owned and laid it on the bed. It cancelled the plans my father had with his grandson.
Death gave my nephew an empty balloon. My father took it away before he could choke. It wheezed a skeletal laugh and patted the boy on the head.
Lord Of SnakesLORD OF SNAKES
Cunning and malicious
Like a coiled viper he poises
To strike at his unfortunate prey
Wide yellow penitrating orbs
Pupils not but narrowed slits
Splitting the hypnotic orbs with a strand of black
Gleaming in the pale light
Twin ivorys bristling with the liquid death within
Contracted around and all too flexable skeleton
Like an arrow he launches freely into an effortless arch
The soundless motion
Broken by a brief, sharp squeal
Piercing the hollow blackness before
The satisfied hiss of a serpent rises and falls
The lord seeking out new prey
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