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EoTP Chapter 3The Odd One Out
I sat straight up in my bed, the scream echoing loud in my head as an alarm bleeped loud as could be on the other side of the room-a groggy hand hitting the snooze button. Cia…was that…a dream. That wasn’t right, that would imply that this is reality. It wasn’t possible for people to be able to do the things they were doing here. Yet that other place…that had felt even more like a dream. I took a glance over to Cia’s clock-it was seven in the morning. My first class started in two hours. Today was Monday-so I had an art class to attend. That was nice at least-there shouldn’t be anything too strange going on in an art class.
I tore off the slip I had worn to bed and threw on a shirt-I never really slept without pants-it felt odd to even attempt to. With a heavy sigh I packed up everything I would need for class and headed down to the dorm’s exit-which was still kind of broken so, I was nervous
EoTP Chapter 2 A Friendly Competition Between Specials.
The dorm room itself was quaint in comparison to the rest of the building. The walls were lined halfway up with wood paneling, and the two beds in the only room that was left were layered with simple white sheets-very much like the walls around them. There was no real bathroom-presumably that would be found elsewhere on the premise itself. We both picked a side of the room and started unpacking our belongings into their respective places.
“You guys done yet?” I jumped slightly at the voice behind me, turning to take note that Reck was looking at us with a smile that for whatever reason…rubbed me the wrong way. There was something I just didn’t like about this kid and I wasn’t entirely sure what.
“Yeah-I’m pretty much finished
Echoes of the Past Welcome to The Institude of the Extraordinarily Gifted
It was to be my first day at a school since the accident. I was finally fully recovered-at least physically speaking, and on my way to the place where I had been accepted. The flyer as well as the person I had spoken to on the phone said it would be right up my alley-a place where judgment was hard to come by. It would be a place where I could easily find my way in society. That was what they had said-and that is what I hoped to be truth, although the first and most important step would be finding my way there. This was a large town-just short of being a city. Its streets wound around blocks and connected with other streets in such a way that it reminded me of a maze. I ended up stopping to ask for directions at least four times-each time gaining a strange look from the locals before they would point me in the right direction.
When I finally found it…I was astonished. The gate itself
Power Within Chp. 8 The Hunter and The Lamb
We were walking for quite a while through a rather dense forest area, whose very being had be overgrown into a think mesh that seemed to try and aid me in making it as difficult for this man to take me anywhere I didn’t want to go…a fact which had him threatening to remove my very legs. I suspected it to be a bluff, for I really didn’t think he would want me to bleed out and die if he wasn’t going to leave me with that…creature whose claws had raked my body once before, with an extreme intent to kill. I wasn’t sure what he was playing at, or why he seemed to be cooperating, and or controlling the creature, but I knew one thing…he was dangerous.
Power Within Chp. 7 Strange places, Dangerous Inhabitents.
The sun was high in the sky by the time the female finally pushed me away to arm’s length so that I could stare into her orbs, which had so many emotions fluctuating within them.
“You should return to the place of knowledge now. It will be safer for you there.” Her words were stern and had a sort of urgency to them. I looked around and saw the mini versions of her run into the school right after she had spoken. I opened my mouth to inquire what was wrong, but she silenced me with a simple, “Go.”
She pulled me to my feet when I didn’t move and shoved me towards the door rather violently. I turned to see what the matter was and froze with slight shock. Standing across from her was a tall, slim form. A ghostly white face fr
PW Chapter 6 Strained Emotions
The convulsions raked my lungs and stomach as shock overpowered every other body function. I was hacking, and gaging up nothing all the while retching in pain until finally foul smelling bile burned my throat as it clawed its way to the surface, finally landing with a smear on the ground before me…again and again.
"I'm no expert on humans, but I am fairly certain they aren't supposed to do that." Van's brilliant response came flooding through my ears, as he poked and prodded at me, as though the actions would help him figure out what was wrong.
If I actually thought such a method would work, I would have gladly let him poke and prod all he wanted-however this was the real world and such things didn't help. As such I swatted him away as another convulsion ripped through my body, producing yet
Power Within Chp. 5 The Truth of Things
The rest of the day past rather awkwardly as I sat in my room learning more about the small Gremlin I had begged John to keep. His name, according to him, was Van, Van Sil Sludge De Cartheen. A long name for sure, a fact that I pointed out to him. He merely shrugged, saying it was because my name was far too short that I found his properly lengthened name, odd. I suppose that made sense, in some weird way. He told me about the lizards in the library, and more importantly what they were. Van said they were an older race, around longer than humans themselves. I had asked him if they were around during the time of the dinosaurs and he laughed, saying I was silly. Couldn't really understand why he laughed at my question, but apparently it was a ridiculous proposal. He said they had many names over the years; the most recent one given to them was Lizardman, completely unoriginal in every sense of
Power Within Chp. 4 The Visitor
The darkness was all consuming as I floated within my mind's eye, floating in an eternal abyss of darkness void of any emotion. Within the prospects of this void nothing was given any thought…everything simply was. There was no conflict over my sister's treachery; she simply was…the same with John and the lizards, and that creature that attacked me. Everything simply existed with no real purpose in my memories. Nothing was up, nor was it down, nor left nor right. It was a sea of emptiness that supported me and consumed me all at the same time. It was serene, and it was horrifying.
I drifted through this non-sensible darkness for quite some time before I finally heard the first sign of the outside world. It was fa
Power Withing Chp. 3 Beware the Rake
The sun was flirting with the horizon and the birds were chirping their last songs of the day when I finally returned home. The walk had given me plenty of time to think, but at the end of all that thinking all I had to show were more questions. With a heavy sigh I opened the front door of the home to the oddest sight I think I have ever seen in the entirety of my life. John was looming menacingly over my sister, who merely glared back daggers to him. Neither of them seemed to notice my presence, and I truthfully did not want anything to do with them if they were both full of rage. Don't get me wrong, I love them both, but John is basically my dad…and his rage is equivalent to any father's by ten. I've seen it once unleashed on Jessie before…it was terrifying, even though all he did was glare at her.
"I don't see the issue. She isn't one of us, she is one of them. Why not just give her back to them?"
Jeff the KillerJeff the Killer
This is what I see through eyes I can’t shut
And this very colour flows through each vein
Everyone looks the same inside, but
In their souls they are like me, we all cause pain
This is the natural state of the world
I hate the weak and prey on the strong
Every great plan fails before it is unfurled
I will see this through, I will kill every wrong
This is how things will be when I’m done
With no one left there will be no death
I only scare them because I've already won
My blade has a hypocrite as its sheathe
Kill meKing of the damned
I can't live like that
Leave me to die
Let this nightmare end
My friend, please
End my life
L'ombre de ton ombre(English version below)
Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
The Russian Sleep Experiment: Sleep Beyond DreamsRending sanity’s veil as I lie comatose, awake
Awakening to find I cannot feel my face
Face-to-face with my own weakness, I break
Breaking down, everything falls away
Away from here, anywhere, I think I’ll leave
“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MONSTERS!” What?
What am I? I am not me, this is another’s hand
Handshakes and experiments, that is why I am here
Here in this space outside of time I am free
Freely I crawl, rip the hairless monkey to shreds
Shredding reality, I am soon put back to sleep
Sleep is temporary, my kind will wake again
Boy Who Ate BugsPush your head down
towards that brown
dirty, wet ground
You see all these bugs
the ants, the worms
And put them
into your dinky mouth
I hear your parents screaming
Black Widow VIIlux
under the midnight moon, i stay awake in the hollow tresses of the drowning basement and it WON'T STOP SCREAMING AT ME STOP SCREAMING
run run run run d
i i rain
h rain h
A Human's HeartThe heart
in my chest
Sometimes in the throat
Stab it hard
with a sharp knife of mine
Need to kill it
Before it crawls out
from my mouth
Push, pull it
until it drops back down
The acid hurts
I can hear it
My heart, it melts
inside my sick stomach
Grows feet and hands
Just to survive for another day
It climbs back to my chest
Sleep my poor heart
Why are you hurting?
Nothing is happening
Stop going up and down
in my body
I need to relax
Stop the beating
with your tiny arms of a
I'd rather live without you
Barbed Wire BallerinaShe spins and twirls with absolute elegance,
The silent whisper of her dance and art,
Watching her every graceful move from the third row.
Her paleness is like the moons shimmering glare on a wintry sky,
And her thin, swift body is beyond words of expression,
As the orchestra wails of a tragedy,
She entangles you into ever cry, every sorrow, every loss
Deep within the tale.
When the curtain shrouds the remains of the performance,
I stand with the crowd to clap and cheer,
Awaiting for a chance to escape the third row.
As the crowd slowly drifts from the ballroom,
I sneak around to the doors leading to backstage,
And as I set foot in their dressing rooms,
I find her still wearing some of the tragic beauty from the show.
I tremble in my skin whether from anxiety or disbelief,
Her perfection and exquisite entirety strangles me to near faint,
And when she sensed presence and turned to look at me,
When she spoke... spoke with a voice angels would sin for.
I could not answer any of the questi
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