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the dogs and their starsΕδώ είχε γίνει μεγάλη γιορτή
εδώ σ' αυτό το σώμα,
σ' αυτή τη μνήμη.
Εδώ, κάπου εδώ
η άνοιξη φιλούσε με λαχτάρα
μ' εφηβική ντροπή μα και με θέληση,
εδώ που μετάνιωσαν οι πάντες τώρα
when sea-urchins dieΟύτε πως έσπασε θυμάται.
Μα χύθηκε απ' το κέλυφός του το κόκκινο λειψό μυαλό του
και ξεδίψασαν κι έφαγαν και πληθύνθηκαν
όλα τα πλάσματα που δεν τα βλέπει ανθρώπου μάτι,
που δίχως μάτι
unbornΣ' ένα συρτάρι βρήκε εν τέλει τη νότα που έλειπε απ' το παλιό τους πιάνο. Τη δοκίμασε για να δεί αν ταιριάζει, κι εκείνη κλείδωσε μ' έναν μικρό μικρό θόρυβο. Κι η νότα που έπαιξε ήταν βαρειά κι
rubbish“I said to them… don’t buy me any more books. I’m finally done with them- da me la vuelta al mundo” sang newly graduated Patricia as she struggled with her skates, too full with pure un-diluted spirit to apply her usual haste and rigour, the haste and rigour, the severity and anxious sensibility that had gotten her through her academic years unscathed. But there was in fact a perplexing little something behind her moderate, contained demeanour which made her cringe comically and sourly at the sun or anything bright and beautiful. Something akin to a pebble in one’s shoe.
Patricia regarded her successes at all different levels as a kind of accident, a misunderstanding in the distribution waiting to be discovered; then with all due courtesy and irrevocable effectiveness the awards of her strenuous but insincere efforts would be withdrawn and returned to the intended recipient: someone much smoother, more docile and clever. Someone perhaps who would no
lethe will come i will rememberLethe will come; I will remember:
the cries from the heart of the sea
the island's voice:
I have answered again and again. I have forgotten again
and remembered again.
And I have thrashingly been reminded of my forgetfulness.
In the end we are asked to fight for that which we have come to love with the greatest effort.
Our unforgotten beastly truths, like sharp white steep rocks,
Like the way we fall with ease and gratitude
The magnitude of our illusions being definitely analogous to the magnitude of our fall.
When I met this island I slept a dreamless sleep,
Like a wretch, like a compromised civil exhibit, like a broken circus animal
-No hopes of retoothing the painfully tranquil beast;
That obese piece of mythological
Or stellar refuse.
When I met this island
It pierced my heart with its broken trees
Its ragged smiling skin
Its blissful cruelty
-answering only to life, only to the unassuming but unrelenting vicious urge to be absurd, hopeless and
an unfinished sentence (silly o'clock)i would sometimes hear her singing to herself at silly o'clock in the evening. she would always assume that the night is young, the night is empty and soul-less as she, as spoiled and pretty and ruined as she, as unloved and hopeful as she.
as burdened with health, intelligence and promise as she.
her sleeplessness was a testimony to the vastness of the earth, and human stupidity, and the agony of feet aching with dance and wanderlust, driven by a head that is full of a tangled yarn, an unkempt mass of strings of thoughts, knots and nodes that are obsolete empty terminals, from whence once things flew, things of all matter and physical constraints simply flew.
but now the practice of defying gravity has been pronounced superfluous and null.
i would hear her singing and i would guess her face in a nearly tactile manner.
i would guess the falseness and the eagerness. i would guess the gritted teeth. i would guess the tense brow and the glistening eyes. i would guess the elegant disgrace,
Nunca Te OlvidareHola mi amigo ¿Como as estado?
a pasado mucho tiempo desde la ultima vez que nos vimos
recuerdo cuando eramos niños
y jugábamos con lo que sea que se nos ocurriera
no sabes cuanto te extraño hermano
te abrasaría si estuvieras vivo.
Nunca olvidare cuando te fuiste del mundo
y me apena a ver visto cuando cerraste los ojos
tanto ruido había a nuestro al rededor
pero eso no nos impidió despedirnos
como quisiera un ultimo segundo.
Lo hicimos y vimos todo juntos
nuestra amistad era mas fuerte que las peleas
siempre me estrechaste la mano cuando te la ofrecía
y hacíamos las travesuras que cualquier niño hacia
y ahora estoy acá solo parado sobre tu tumba.
Mis lagrimas son como lluvia en el campo
puras y limpias para limpiar tu pasto
Hate into Love 19Hate into Love 19
"I brought your breakfast" said Fleetway, "Thanks" said Shadow, "Oh and by the way" said Fleetway going to Shadow secretly, "Look what I got?" said Fleetway, "Is that?" asked Shadow a bit shock, "Yes" Fleetway said. Shadow laugh and high five Fleetway, "Your amazing" he said, "I have been told, besides I think the green kid is kinda cute" said Fleetway, "Gross" said Shadow, "Don't take
It the wrong way I'm still marrying my little Soniku" said Fleetway, Sonic was looking at them confused while he eats. Fleetway wave at Sonic winking at him. Sonic smiled and looked away, "I think he is liking me already" said Fleetway, "Don't get your hopes up its going to take you allot more than that to get Sonic to fall in love with you. But that's not important, last night I got a call from Sonic's friend Silver" said Shadow, "Isn't that the one that went missing?" asked Fleetway, "Yes and it seems that they are in a room filled with blood, I think there in a forest" said Shadow. "
jeff the killer x reader cynical skin 3you groggly walked to school. sighing you put in one ear bud, keeping the other out to pay attention to your surroundings.
you heard footsteps behind you, and you froze.
slowly turning around,
you came face to face with nothing. you shook it off and continued walking.
you felt breathing on your neck and began sprinting to the school.
you reached the school, and stopped, out of breath.
"what is the emo girl running from? surely there isn't anything scarier than that freak" the popular girl said to her boyfriend and he chuckled.
you ignored her, walking into the school.
"today my parents are getting home. i'll be perfectly fine once they get back" you reassured yourself. putting on a fake smile you walked into the classroom.
thirty minutes into algebra your principal walked in, his face looking grim. he and your algebra teacher muttered some words to eachother that you couldn't quite make out and then they stopped talking.
"ms (l/n)" you looked up at him confused.
"please come to my offi
Querido Diario 4Unas dos o tres horas en el avión, Marie despertó después de un largo sueño, observo a sus padres que estaban a lado de ella, que seguían dormidos y noto que sus manos estaban entrelazadas a ella le pareció un gesto muy tierno y lindo. Al mover sus piernas sintió algo y volvió una mirada hacia aquel objeto que estaba sobre ella, era su bolsa. Mientras estaba buscando su teléfono, sintió hojas rozando sus manos, era el Diario.
Marie: Es una gran oportunidad para usar el diario
Marie comenzó a escribir:
04 de abril del 20xx
Este es el primer momento que te usare pequeño diario, espero que siga escribiendo sobre ti una y otra vez. Hoy ha sido un dia demasiado triste, es el dia en que me fui de Danville y deje atrás todo. Senti algo extraño cuando me despedi de Thomas, una tristeza muy profunda que parecía que me estaba dejando un hueco en el corazó
jeff the killer x reader cynical skin 2you awoke gasping.
you grabbed your chest, coughing up blood.
you quickly stumbled to your phone calling 911 "h-hello" you said and began coughing up more blood.
"i n-eed an ambulance, b-befor-"
"m'am where do you live? stay calm" "how the fuck am i g-onna stay calm, i've been stabbed in the ch-est bitch!" you shouted coughing up blood.
"m'am do not speak to me that way. where do you live?"
you gave them the address feeling dizzy, everything went a blur and you passed out.
you awoke in a hospital, you sat up, cringing and looking around.
you felt very uncomfortable, you'd never liked hospitals and tried your best to stay out of them, but here you were.
you glanced to your left stiff like you had been still for days- and jumped to see a man you would take as a doctor sitting on a rolling stool holding a clipboard.
he looked away from whatever was on the clipboard that he had been so intently focused on and smiled kindly at you.
"you gave us quiet a scare" he said quietly,
looking at you
A thousand years of Sonic 11A thousand years of Sonic 11
Sonic was walking around he spin around to keep looking at the beautiful place he didn't know why but he was happy to be there. Sonic just walked and then there was a little room that was a bit darker, Sonic pulled out the crystal and walked in with it lighting the way then he went to a room that had dark crystals the room was a bit hard to see. Sonic turned around since he heard like foot steps he got a little closer and stretch the crystal to where it came from it was the black hedgehog that was walking straight to Sonic's way. "What?! No!" Sonic couldn't believe it "How did he even know?" Sonic though he started to run having the hedgehog chase after him. Sonic was actually scared he looked back and shoot orbs at the hedgehog but they didn't do anything to him, "Why aren't my powered working on him?!" Sonic though as he keep running. Sonic then made a few turns but
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 2
Author's note: First I want to thank you for the ideas you gave me and one is in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The boss comes again and I go with the luggage carrier to check the package. When I come back to the lobby the next bus already arrived.
Yosen. The team which I feared the most. For my age I'm a bit short and they're all so high. Many people bully me for my shortness, that's why I hope they don't.
When they enter the building I must look up really high to look them in the eyes. And they all look so scary! "H-hello and welcome to this high class training camp. My name is (_f/n_) and-"
"You're really short. For consolation I give you this candy." The purpil haired guy from the Generation of miracles, Murasakibara, hands me the candy and eats his sweets.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see my boss. "I take over, little girl." He grins and goes to the basketball players.
jeff the killer x reader cynical skinyou walked home after an exhausting day at school, feeling the breeze dance across your skin in the night.
you walked home.
you got home, closing the door behind you and locking it. you sprinted to your room.
you heard the noise of glass breaking and your front door opening.
"huh?" you heard a noise and peaked into the hall.
"h-h-ello?" you walked out and slowly walked down the hall,
a figure stood at the beggining of the hall in a white hoodie,
"w-who's there?!" you said, stuttering.
"go to sleep" you heard the boy say.
he lunged at you with a knife, you ran to your room, closing the door and locking it.
he banged on the door, attempting to kick it in.
"ugh!" you ran to your closet and hid there, trying not to make any noise.
the boy finally kicked the door in,
he looked around for you.
you put a hand over your mouth, choking back tears.
the boy looked under your bed, he heard shuffling in the closet and walked over to it.
slowly opening the door. your eyes went wide an
A thousand years of Sonic 12A thousand years of Sonic 12
Make it in the city
The next morning Silver and Knuckles woke up from the hotel, "Knuckles? I've been looking for my car keys have you seem them?" Silver asked looking around the room, "Nop I think you left them in my car" said Knuckles, Silver saw a note with a flower on the desk. "I think I know who this is from" said Silver picking it up, "Let me guess the yellow one" said Knuckles. "This guy creeps me out" said Silver, "How did he even know you were here?" Knuckles asked, "I'm even to afraid to read it" said Silver putting it down. "It's funny to hear you say that" said Knuckles, Silver went to a little fridge and opened it from it Fleetway came out kissing his lips. Silver in a flash closed the fridge, "AHHHHHHHH! Knuckles Knuckles!!" Silver screamed getting on Knuckles, "What? What? What?" He asked. "He is in the fridge" said Silver, "Okay what?" Knuckles asked, "He jus
cosmonaut fishbowlPerhaps the one thing Patrick Shore could do well enough in his life was to run. He would lower his head -whether it be with helplessness, determination, humility or a mystical greatness, or all at once, it was difficult to pin down- and barely looking he would take himself where he had been seen running before, but he never noticed whether he was noticed, except for the occasion when he would pass Andrea Storm, a divinely cold cryptic creature with a permanent sound cloud around her head and a half dark bitter haze of premature sophistication in her eyes.
Andrea's eyelashes stuck together of too much mascara, she would grit her teeth painfully behind her perfect but always solemn lips, and she couldn't swim inspite of her resemblance to mermaids and sirens, but Patrick was condemned by his sheer compulsive speed to remain oblivious to this information whenever he would equate himself to lightning, whirlwind and stampede in her presence. Usually in vain, since Andrea was deaf, as one i
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