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FrUk ~ Pain No More ~ DrabbleWhy? Every time that damn frog enters the room, I get lost in his beautiful hair, clear sky-blue eyes, NO! What am I thinking?!? Gah, I just don't know anymore.

America says I mad, I think so to, how could I forget centuries of war and loss.

So, now I stand here, alone, like always, on top of London bridge. Can nations die? Maybe not physically. But mentally. The water of the river Thames. So clear. So, so....

And now I'm falling. Falling without a care in the world. Will anyone miss me? I doubt it. Would the world be more peaceful?

I feel pain, but pain no more...

SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 2SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 2
7 dias despues...
bien aqui estoy , en mexico , extrañando a brenda , a mi amor , espero que sea muy feliz con bruno , y yo ? , pues , en plena balacera , contra unos malandros enemigos , herido en el brazo recordando lo que paso , como termine aqui
vicente : vamos *dispara* eso es todo ???
enemigo : claro que no
migel : pues creo que si *dispara , y mata a varios*
paty : bien , terminamos con todos
vicente : bueno , vamonos antes de que llege la chota
migel y paty : ok *se van*
mientras que con bruno...
bruno pov : pues , ire por ti brenda , y matare a vicente , para que ya no se interponga
bruno : cuanto cuesta

Death. Dying. What a pleasant story, right? I could go on, and on about death, but, you would die before I finished (the pun, yes, I know.) so I'm going to make it quick.
How I got to be like this is a long story. Basically, all my life, I've been "special," and people have been hunting me. Well, they got me. In the year 3002, they can kill you painlessly and slowly. That is what is happening right now. My body is shutting down.
What it feels like...boy, this...this is the longest part. "The light at the end of the tunnel," you know, that phrase? It's actually pretty accurate. With my eyes closed, and no last words to utter,

The Mistress's TaleThe trip to Canterbury was one of great advent’a,
Unless, of course, you were a maiden of great dementia.
The roads were filled with squires, nuns, and monks,
And gentlemen who thrived in the game of hunts.

Upon this road was one that strode in the back,
She was ridden upon a horse, mane of white, fur of black.
Upon the woman’s crown
Was a top hat, large and round.

The countenance she bore was one of mystery,
And her voice was one that could entrance a flee.
The Mistress, she was called
If you thought it scandalous, she would be appalled.

No, the name itself meant great estate owner,
One with servants and plenty of money for do

SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 1SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 1
mi vida cmbio mucho desde ace una semana , bueno , les contare que paso...
una mañana , como todas , mis 3 casi primos , phineas , marck , y arthur , el hermanastro de phineas , ferb , y un "amigo" , bruno y yo , nos levantamos muy temprano , para acer un nuevo invento
phineas : creo que este proyecto sera muy largo
marck : aggggg , bueno , espero que no tanto
arthur : *mira picaramente a marck*
marck : que ?
vicente : que intentaras acer ahora ???
marck : nada :D
bruno : ok
vicnete : *suena el celular y contesta* hola
¿? : vicente???
vicente : migel ?
migel : vicente , puedes venir por mi ???
vicente : par

NoireRecordaba aquel día como si hubiese sido ayer mismo. No sabía cuanto tiempo había pasado exactamente desde entonces. ¿Un par de años? Eso era lo de menos, podía haber pasado pagina y haber escapado de aquello de innumerables formas, pero optó por la opción más fácil: el alcohol.

El bar estaba vacío, aunque no es que estuviese nunca precisamente hasta los topes. Si hacía memoria e intentaba unir los pocos fragmentos coherentes de los últimos años, se recordaba más tiempo en aquel antro que en su propio apartamento.

Pequeñas gotas de lluvia tintineaban suavemente contra las ventanas, parecía ser que estaba cayendo una buena. Sobre la barra de

Remember“Take your medicine.”

John smiled gratefully at his wife, offering his palm. “Thank you. I almost forgot. It’s good to have someone around when you’re nuts.”

His wife sat herself next to him. “John… do you remember?”

“Do I remember?”

A smiled graced her face. “Do you remember us? Can you remember, John? Can you remember us before this happened?”

“May, you know I can’t remember anything past-“

“Try. Please try to remember. For me? Try, John. I know you can.”

Do you remember us?

“Excuse me.”

The young man looked up

Salvation“How many did you want again?”

“Thirty. You have it right.” The man dressed in white doused out his cigar. He picked up the thirty packs of white powder from the table and placed them in his pocket.

“You ain’t gonna weigh them?” asked the bald, short, and chunky man standing beside him.

The other man smiled and patted the baldman on the back. “There isn’t any reason for you to double cross me, is there?” The bald man shook his head.

“No, of course not. But there is one problem- you talk too much.” The man in the white suit pulled out his revolver and placed a bullet b

DoorA dark concrete room, with a solid door completely closed. There is a young girl locked out from the world, wondering if the darkness will end and maybe she'll see sunlight. That she will be able to see her family again, and to be free from this endless torture of loneliness.
She doesn't know how she got here, doesn't know when, doesn't know where she is, but all she knows is that she is Here. Here, the endless darkness. Here, the everlasting torture from freedom. Anything is better than Here.
The door, wide and enormously tall, keeps her away from the ones she love. No one has found her yet, but she knows she won't be free from this Hell for years to come.
Her Hell had an edgy look to it, being in a place away from civilization. The walls and ceiling pitch black, a small tuft pillow under her head, her body on a creaking old bed. All necessities given at the end of the day, each with a scary, snarling male voice on the other end, promising to make her life miserable until the da

Soul's Escape Chapter 1CHAPTER ONE

“Have a seat, Valerie.” The silhouette instructed.
Valerie did as she was told and sat at the little folding chair that was placed in front of the desk. She could barely see anything. The lamps on the desk were too bright and shining right into her face. Valerie kept her eyes forward, but squinted.
“Are you ready to tell me what happened?” The silhouette asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Good. Start from the beginning.”
Valerie sighed and leaned her head on her palm. “Okay, it all started with a letter we all got in the mail. The letter said that we had won an all-expen

Just Pray -Kennel Disaster Pt. 1They say you're safe in the mountains, that it's like being in a forcefield that just keeps the storms out. But that's not really true. But if they make it past that barrier, if they find that passage before they spin out looking for it, it's devesation. They're caught, looking for a way out and until they find it, or wind down, it's on. Bouncing from mountain to mountain, ripping through valleys and hollers without remorse.
This was the lesson we learned that day, that you're never really safe.
The news had said severe thunderstorms were on their way, to take heed of damaging winds and hail and rain. But that was all they said before the po

Atoms Everything is made of atoms. Air, metal, plastic, concrete, wire, milk, glass, tables, linoleum, microwaves, frozen lasagne. People. Groups of atoms making matter making cells making tissues making organs making systems making bodies.

This is what Peter thinks as the microwave mmmmmmmmmms. The spinning pre-cooked meal is a hypnotist’s pendant to his vacant eyes, creating a trance in which he is free to explore the possibilities locked in his head.

In childhood, Peter was easily amused. Toasting, squeezing, stretching, painting and eating. These were his favourite things. He despised watching television. His m

YesterdaySal woke up early today, the clock on her table showed 05:27. But she knew that when she's awake she can't fall asleep again.
Sal sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. But when she looked up again she couldn't recognize the room! she couldn't remember what happened the night before and she had no idea where she was.
Sal grabbed the door handle but the door was locked. Why couldn't she remember what happened yesterday? she thought about what she had done yesterday and started at the morning.
I woke up. took clothes on. ate breakfast. packed my backpack. said goodbye to mum. But then it became hard to remember. It was like the time, two years ago when her friends made her drink so much that she got a blackout. blood. why is it the only word there comes to my mind, why is it that I think of blood?

Soul's Escape Chapter 4CHAPTER FOUR

When Burgundy’s execution was finished, it was about 2:30 in the morning. Needless to say, everybody was tired and left to go to bed. Even though everybody had just watched a young woman die, they didn’t feel the least bit fazed. They were getting used to watching people die at this point.
At about 10:00 or 11:00 everybody was awake again. Everybody was going about their day in the resort when another announcement came on.
“Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a good night’s rest. I forgot to mention something that I believe is important. The student you are supposed to kill has an assistant that does some

Positively GlowingDown in a daisy-strewn valley in the middle of nowhere, lay a humble town with humble people and quite humble houses. The weather was nice and the townsfolk even nicer; they’d give their life for a stranger in need. At the same time every day, darkness was drawn over this quaint little town, with men and women alike turning in to rest their sleepy little heads. Not a sound was heard in the middle of the night; the wind was calm and even the mice had curled up to bed. But there was always one light on at the end of the block, a blinding beacon to all who dared to look out at the foreboding sight.

It was an unearthly glow, like one strai

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ContaminationA chair filled, a desk forgotten, this is my place, my destiny,
to sit here with envy and anger as lifes pass by, surrounding me
with their existence, suffocating an already buried mind,
gasping for some much needed air.

Must this be where I am?
Alone yet surrounded by others, chained to a treadmill by myself,
moving forward but staying in the same place at all times unable
to break the shackles I strap on myself ever so tightly.

I am just a contamination in the body of the world, trying to take
it's piece to survive but constantly stricken down, just an unwanted
contaminent in a harsh environment.

The StreamThe summerdays went on for years, neverending for this lonely character.

If there was ever a day I considered my best, then this one wouldn't
be it, the water flowing ever faster, ever slower, never fast enough.

The red string that extended itself further and further into the distance
had seemed so innocent and playfull, were it not for it's point of origin,
a lifeless husk that one might've called friend some time ago, that I
called friend some time ago.

The deed was over so fast, too fast, a stumble, a knife, a gasp and a sigh
was all that was needed to lead to this , could I have prevented it?
The answer was clear as day yet thick

A strange witnesssun passes by, shadows reform,

a man tormented by his remorse,

for long ago, it hit him hard,

a duck forsaw his own demise,

as it was witness to what he'd done,

the duck for one, had to die.

Deus ex animusGod lies in the mind,

Thoughts swirl 'round, ever so fast,

sentences shatter, never to last,

images fade, never to return,

bonds left alone, ready to burn.

If God lies in the mind, in imagination and ideas,

Then how does god not know of the enormous seas,

of voices and screams, unheard and scared,

crumbling under the weight they always beared.

For it is God that lies within our brain,

ignorant and reluctant to hear our pain,

we scream and shout, hoping for a clue,

to the answer for what it is we have to do.

EulogyIt was me who caused this.

The priest walks down the aisle, his head held up high,
showing strength for those in sorrow, for the heads whithout
the will to rise.

"We have gathered here today, to pay our tribute and respect to
a friend, a son, a brother..."

I look up and watch him as he says his kind words.
I shouldn't be here, I have hurt everyone here,
I made them come here to remember their loss, what am I doing here.

"A child of god, who was called to join the holy spirit too soon,
too soon..."

I can't even remember why I did it, why I took their son, his brother,
their friend, her lover...

"He may not be with us today, but

The Architects Chapter 1Chapter 1: A new design

"Halt you deviant, stop in the name of unity!"
My legs heard the warning but chose not to listen, they continued leading me to a destination unknown.
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I always found the term "enforcer" quite apropriate, they force their laws on those that refuse to follow with ruthless efficiency.

My legs were moving slower and slower, I knew they were almost at their limit, but that's ok, they've done all they can.
The unifiers caught up to me and surrounded my lonesome self,

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by ~C3POwn, May 17, 2012, 10:54:41 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense / Short Stories

"You can be anything you want" she said the day I left, a little encouragment for the journey
I was about to embark on. At least, that's what she thought she said, what I heard wasn't nearly
as good as that, what I heard was neither a wish for luck or an advice for the future, it was
an insult thrown on the pile of abuse I had already lived through.

Father was just a bag of nothing, lying there, sating his thirst with fluids of questionable
origin. We didn't talk, whenever we exchanged words it wasn't a conversation, it was him shouting
and me crying, I was nothing to him and I would stay nothing, just a pile of animated garbage,
ready to be thrown out at any moment, he made that very clear every single day.

So when I was old enough, I decided to leave, I took nothing with me besides a black garbage bag,
fitting don't you think, garbage throwing itself out, taking a bag with him to clean itself up,
the irony could've been considered comedy, but it wasn't that that caused the smile on my face,
it was the contents of the bag that left me content.

I stopped next to the river, watching the mucky waters flow, I turned my head and saw the trail
of red specks behind me, like a memento for my path. I threw the bag as far into the waters as I
could, the water splashed and then coloured red, I smiled and whispered to myself,

"Who's the garbage now... dad."

Garbageby ~C3POwn

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense / Short Stories

My entry for the writer's ink Write Off challenge, the prompt was the word "garbage"

*ulyferal May 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I thought at first he was simply taking the few things he valued not the one thing he hated above all. Very chilling and macabre. I like your ability to paint a picture well enough to keep one glued to the end. Excellent work.

~C3POwn May 20, 2012 Student Writer

thank you very much, i do my best

also thanks for the fav ^^

*LookingGlassInk May 19, 2012

Ooh! Chilling and warped. How delightfully inventive. Nicely done.

~C3POwn May 19, 2012 Student Writer

thank you very much ^^

~gracetriestodraw May 18, 2012

wow this is amazing! wasnt expecting that ending whatsoever! so much power and emotion involved!!

a great piece of work!

~C3POwn May 18, 2012 Student Writer

thank you ^^

*0hgravity May 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ooo very dark take on the prompt. Such a full story created in so little time.
A captivating read for sure!

~C3POwn May 18, 2012 Student Writer

why thank you ^^

*0hgravity May 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

welcome!

~LikeShamandalie May 18, 2012 Student Artist

Very nice, really like it ^^

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