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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
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
Twin BladeSienna felt like she was melting on the couch from absolute boredom that morning. Summer vacation had just begun and she didn’t have anything to do. The summer heat made it feel impossible to go outside at all, and there was nothing to do inside but lay in the cool refreshing air condition all day. “What should we do Zelds?”

Hmm, I don’t know. Talk maybe? Zelda responded inside her head.

There were a few moments of silence before Sienna sprung up into a sitting position, “Can I tell you a secret?”

Of course, besides I can’t tell anyone. They both giggled at the thought. Zelda was after all just
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SCREECH....
Finally, the doors opened. The harsh white light stung my eyes, as well as the rest of the prisoners. A cold, clammering hand grabbed me and my partner from our cell. I could hear the air tight pop it made when it closed.

We were next.
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"Don't tell nothin to no one." He nodded his head.  We were seperated.
As I predicted he said nothing, Neither did I.

The guard put us in this... sort of heat chamber, I guess it was to make us talk.
Poor fool, He should know we're tougher than that. At first, it was no big deal, It kind of felt good.. but then gradually, it got hotter, and hotter.
I could feel my flesh cooking in this... aparatus.

Tic. Tic. Tic.

After what felt like an eternity, we were released. And then brought back to our investigation chamber. It was refreshingly cool to the touch. I could feel bits of flesh falling off of me as I awaited what would happen next.
The guard wasn't completly cruel. He slathered us with this cool, yellow substance that eased the burn, but melted on my searing flesh.

Thats when the big cheese came in. It smothered my partner, as I lay there, forced to watch him die. Then, a big, red fellow was cut up, and layed on top of mr. Fromage.
Then this pink lady was put on top of that. They were corpses. Piled so carelessly...
Did their parents even know? I felt this cold, white stuff get smeared all over me, then... much to my horror...

I was next
I could feel myself panic, I didn't want to die. But thats when I saw the blade...

SLICE!
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And that, class... is how you make a proper sandwich.
Let me see you try!

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omgg the ending XD
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