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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.
Three Hundred Theme Challenge 076Three Hundred Theme Challenge
#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
The beta Test part 1The Beta Test
Would you sign away your memories? Your personality? Would you willingly sign away everything that makes you the person you are?
All I know is that I signed mine away to what most people call the Dollhouse. I don't remember who I am, was, and I don't know why I did it. Now, because of that, I'm probably one of the most broken people on Earth.
You see, those people who sign away their memories to Dollhouses' all over the world are left in a child-like state. They're innocent of everything pain, hunger, fear and trusting of everyone. But, like with all things, there is a catch.
Depending on the preference of the clients, the Dollhouse will imprint these people, actives, with the knowledge, memories, and skills to do anything, be anything. Once these engagements are completed, the actives have their memories wiped of the event and are once more innocent as children.
I'm one of the few who are, were, different. I don't truly know when it started, b
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
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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