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AlwaysHe wanted to let go. He wanted it so much, every time he heard that a ship was coming into the docks, every time his lungs pressed up against his ribs and he drowned in his own heartbeat.
Always, always he rushed down to the docks, hoping that this time the ship that was coming in would bear his son. And always, always, it was empty, filled only with bland, neutral unknown faces that he hated with such vitriol that he would quite happily consign them to the bottom of the ocean if he could. They weren't his son, these faces, and their pity meant nothing to him.
Always, always he felt as though the wight of the world had landed squarely on his shoulders, driving him out into the cold depths of space. He felt the freezing bubble that built slowly in his chest until it ripped it's way out past his an incomprehensible scream. He did not know why he was screaming, or who he was screaming at. He felt that all it accomplished was to tear his vocal chords to shreds. Always, always, he would cry
An Anecdote From the Attic The stack of dusty, aging postcards was just barely held in a bundle by several moldering pieces of fraying string tied around them, quartering the image on the top postcard in the stack. The bleached out color print of a Cape Cod lighthouse was easy enough to identify thanks to the caption, Highland Light ~ Truro, Massachusetts, across the bottom in simple, bold black script. What had once been Atlantic Ocean blue in the lower background was now faded close to white, almost matching the faint clouds above.
The old string didn't hold. Dozens of postcards spilled into sixteen-year-old Eric Kent's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the attic of his family's home. He carefully gathered them up and set all but one aside, the one with the lighthouse on it. Eric liked lighthouses. He'd never been near to one, and he wondered why his parents had never taken him to see any of America's thousands of miles of coastline. The back of
Robbie and the Loudy LadySometimes in life, moving to a new town and a new school can be hard. But with the help of some new friends, you can ease yourself into your new surroundings.
Robbie Grawson was in the backseat of his parent’s car, as he looked outside at the scenery. He was in some deep thought.
“I am so glad this summer is over…” Robbie said to himself, as he looked at a plush toy with a forlorn look on his face. “Lucy…”
He then did some more thinking, as he had a bit of a flashback…
It was Kindergarten, and for the newcomer Robbie, he was nervous.
“I know mommy said I would make friends, but…” Robbie said to himself looking at a cookie. “What are friends?”
He was about to eat one the cookie, until…
“YOINK!” A hand snatched it away from him. “Got your cookie, newb! HAHAHAHA!!”
A taller boy was looking cruelly at Robbie, who was on the verge of tears.
Enter the Fluffy ThingIt had been raining for a week straight at this point. It was dark and cold no matter the time of day, and Chronos was just about done with being cold and wet as he went through work. They’d been on very active patrol lately, which meant that he and Seno were out in the rain just about daily. He’d been working a few extra hours a day to build up some more vacation time for when it got sunny again. He felt like they were over do for one.
He got home a little early that day. A sudden downpour had made it too dangerous to their health to stay out. Ryan was giving Dee a lift home so he showered and changed real quick before the other got home. He smiled as he came through the door and moved over to kiss him lightly.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Dee smiled. “I didn’t think you’d be back till dinner again.” He hung his jacket and scarf up and left his umbrella and boots by the door to dry.
“Weather got too bad,” he shrugged
Public Service Announcement“Stop talking to me like that…” I whispered under my breath. My mother dropped the stack of plates into the sink, the plastic ones clattering and the single glass one shattering into several pieces. She turned to me, smoke fuming from her ears. I could see her rage in my peripheral vision.
“Excuse me, young lady?” she snapped. I could feel her parental sense of power boiling over onto the floor, spilling out farther and burning my feet.
“You heard me. Stop talking to me like that.” My mother took the envelope from the table, folding it around in her hands and fighting the urge to tear it to shreds and toss it in the trash.
“Talking to you like what? Realistically? With a sense of reason? Logically?” she argued. I sat calmly at the kitchen table, hands clasped in front of me, only peering up to stare the crunched envelope in her hand.
I had gotten so good at hiding the bills and reminders. My parents always thought I was going
thanks for the ideareport: :iconFateofHeartsplz:
hey who says we can't post screenshots
one guy did so why can't we
Just Cover It Up"I don't know how to tell you this," A slight smile creeps up my face as I continue my sentence, "But I'm sick of you acting like I'm nothing," I'm a twisted person. I laugh at things that should never be laughed at, hell, I'm smiling at this moment where most would be in tears. "What the hell do you mean, Jess?" Pain is obvious in those brown eyes, "I treat you better than I treat myself! You're being ridiculous!" I look down and roll up my sleeve, as if he didn't know about my issues, "This, you simply tell me to cover it up. You never once did what I expected, you never once helped me stop doing this myself. You just told me to cover it up so you wouldn't be embarrassed by your fucked up friend," He looked at me and stood up, "The fucking reason I told you to cover it is because I don't want you to be noticed and have to be asked that shit," He rolled his jeans up, showing a few scars I didn't know existed. "Jay, I didn't know you we-" I was cut off by him
Behind a Name“Are you insane!?” It was practically a scream, and yet it sounded little louder than normal speech in a silent room – an environment none of them had really known for years. “Even you can die, you know!”
“Yes, but not as easily as you.”
The screamer stared, clearly at a temporary loss. Were it not for the incessant thundering of bullet and artillery then silence really would have claimed them then, for it was clear that none in their party had expected that. That none had anticipated such a cool statement of something they had all held as a previously unspoken, decidedly taboo, fact of their permanently chaotic lives.
“…He’s right, you know,” even and reasonable, despite the necessity of speaking in shouts. It was enough to shift their assorted gazes to his focused form, but he made no move to acknowledge the attention; was too concerned with the treatment of the ‘madmans’ wounds.
I AM GOD *kafa laugh*((sonic E.X.E's POV))
finally i was free of that dumb firebrands's world i flew threw the skies looking for caresse but all i saw was an anhotre cllovite merber obsever he was stalking ... caresse? i said to him. "HEY! OVER HERE!" i kicked him and punchedhim and tekported into caresse's room i deiced to remind her it was me i said to her "I AM GOD and your prtecher"
i was so happy it was sonic my old friend i hugged him and he hugged me back
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