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Three Hundred Theme Challenge #014Three Hundred Theme Challenge
A smile had always come easy to Tora. Even if his day had been the worst kind of day you could think of, he could put a smile on his face and laugh it off.
Most people passed it off as there was something wrong with him, after all, how could he smile and laugh after the world beat him down the way that he does to everyone.
However, Tora wasn’t strange. At least, he didn’t think so. He was just a very positive person and that was why lots of people actually liked being around him.
So what if some people thought his ability to smile no matter what was crazy? So long as he was smiling and laughing, he could make other people feel better about themselves and knowing he had made someone else feel better was one of the best feelings in the world to him.
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“Why?” the girl sobbed loudly, falling to her knees the second people had left the house, “why?” As the tears flowed down her cheeks, Lexy allowed herself to cry for the first time since she watched her family’s cottage burn to the ground with her grandmother and aunts still inside. True, they had already been dead, she had felt it when they willed their power to her, but that didn’t change the fact that she had lost the last of her blood relations.
Her mother was dead
Her father might as well be, locked in the psych ward after all those seizures destroyed his mind.
Now, her grandmother and aunts where gone, too.
“Why?” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself as she cried herself sick. She just felt so alone, so lost.
“Hey,” came Caleb’s soothing voice as Pogue wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling the thirteen year-old into his chest so she could cry on his shoulder.
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"I hate photos," Cody muttered, eyeing the photography crew that had set up at the other end of the Palm Woods' pool, "the bright flash, the having to pose, it's all just so annoying."
"Not to mention Gustavo yells at you when you don't do it right," Carlos added, taking a seat beside the blond girl.
"Gustavo yelling is totally the worse part," she nodded, eyeing said man as he yelled directions at Logan.
"Good thing we got them over with, though, right?" Carlos laughed as James and Kendall sent the pair envious looks.
"Totally," Cody laughed in agreement, taking a sip of her ice tea as she watched the show before her.
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#076. Broken Pieces
Looking around at the glass, Kai felt a dark smile grace her lips. Taking a step forward, she felt the shards of shattered glass cut into her feet and she let out a small laugh.
The glass shards where so much like her it was laughable. She herself was nothing more than a shattered little girl, full of sharp edges and held together by shear will power.
Those who dared to touch her came away with blood covered hands, just like anyone who tried picking up the glass.
Anger flared through her then.
How dare this glass represent how she felt inside, where no one could see. She liked people not knowing her real feelings, it kept her safe. How dare anything, living or breathing, try to tell the world how she felt.
With an inhuman growl, she ran across the glass, snatching up the broom and trash can standing by the door before she set to work cleaning up the blood and broken pieces that littered her bedroom floor.
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Few things in life were forever, as Saki had come to learn.
She herself was one of those things that could, and would, last forever. No matter what time could throw at her, she was able to stay the young twenty year old girl she had been before her change.
Other things, however, changed in what felt like the blink of an eye to the never ageing vampires.
She had seen many different empires rise and fall in her time. She'd seen hundreds of people be born, only to die a very short time later. New technology came, only to be replaced but a few years later with something even better.
This was something that she knew had driven several hundred or her own kind mad, but for her, the reaction was different. Unlike most, Saki rather enjoyed being able to witness such changes in the world. To be able to witness the fall of massive empires in one life time, a feat that no other was able to accomplish, created such a wonderful feeling inside her that not
Theme 108. Novel
Three Hundred Theme Challenge
When she was alive, Sloth had loved books. No matter what the weather was like outside, she could always be found in her town's local library, sitting in a corner with piles of books surrounding her like the walls of a castle. Some people had felt it strange for a young girl to spend so much time in the library, but as she got older people stopped caring.
With such a deep love of books, it was only natural that she would start to want to write a novel of her own. Sloth would have loved to write a book just as wonderful as the fictions she had spent most of her life reading. However, fate did not seem to share her wish as she died at the young age of eighteen; burned to death, surrounded by the very books that she loved so much.
After that, writing a novel had been the very last thing on her mind. Between training, fighting the Virtues, and exploring her new boss' massive library, she had almost no time to work on her own personal writing. Once,
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
from the darkness and hurt
from everything that scares you
keep going and it will leave you
just keep running away from it all
until you come to realize something
you can never run
never get away from your problems
from everything that causes you pain
it's always there, eating away at you
until you face it head on
confront what angers you,
what hurts and leaves you alone and hurting
don't run away from it
stay and fight it until it goes away.
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