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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?"
ZombiesDead rising from the graves
To prey on the living
Driven by instinct
And not by thought
They're nothing but tools
Used by an evil mastermind
To destroy mankind
And create a new world
A world of despair and darkness
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
Raven BoyI heard one night
That the raven boy smiled.
His eyes black as night;
A sign of death.
The safety of her their dreams
Cannot grasp the sibling.
A gaze into his eyes
Drives them into sudden hysteria.
As the children fall deeper
Into the vortex of madness,
The raven boy smirks
Letting their screams open the ground.
The wandering deadI woke in a forest of petrified wood
Why I was there, I did not know
I screamed for help as loud as I could
In answer, I heard only crows
It was then that I saw the wandering dead
There limbs were long, their heads were thin
yellow teeth, and eyes blood red
all wrapped up in rotten skin
They stared at me with unblinking eyes
and began to sing a macabre hymn
of wails, moans, giggles, and cries
Inviting me to join them
I ran away from the undead wave
refusing to accept such a fate
I came upon a lonely grave
and learned I was too late
Love Can Be WarYou know I will slay
the dragons that chase you,
rip their hearts out
with only my hands,
turn the sky red with blood,
watching it tumble to the earth.
I will stand between you
and armies of thousands,
bring them to their knees,
set the sky afire and let it rain
down upon their heads.
Even your demons
I route them out one by one,
rip my flesh from my bones
as they might,
no matter what nightmares
they dare to unleash,
I will drive them all out and leave
them twisted and impotent.
Broken and bloody as I may be
as long as I draw breath
I won't stop fighting for you,
through the caverns of hell
I'd walk to bring you back
and I would never let go and never look back
until I knew we where free.
The Great ThiefMy empty gaze
and bony smile
these features of mine
will leave you as pale
as my accursed face
Shrouded am I
in black robes
and dark intent
and like a thief in the night
I come to steal you away
Tears may fall at my theft
but I could care less
After all I've been doing this
Since the beginning
And I don't see an end to my thievery
Many have tried
but all have failed
to escape my grasp
Little do you know
that my reach knows no bounds
No matter how far you run
No matter where you hide
I will find you
and I will steal you away
to my realm of Peace and Darkness
To fight me
is to fight Fate
But please do continue
To fight me,
'cause it's no fun if you just let me take you.
Fear The DarkDark, cold, winter.
We were both inside.
Sitting by the fire.
Clock struck three;
Bong, bong, bong.
She scooted closer.
Words had left her lips.
I looked into a hall of darkness.
The shadows moved.
Sighing; I had once thought the followers were gone.
I was wrong.
We were both the same; her and I.
Seeing things at night; them following us.
She hasn't been sleeping, nor have I.
Tonight is the night we were to rest.
Laying down, she laid next to me.
She was gripping the blanket.
Flashing her a smile; warm as the fire.
“It’ll be okay.”, I said as quiet as the dead.
Her eyes lowered, as she nodded.
Silence bugged me.
She jerked her body upward; eyeing the darkness.
I rose, peering over to see eyes staring back at me.
Breathing shook, just like her body.
Then, I knew.
This was the one troubling her.
Lunging forward, I reached towards.
I was annoyed, it needed to go.
She screamed forth my na
The ossuary"Please preserve the reverence of this place,"
says the sign at the churchyard gate.
She chuckles and gets swallowed by the iron mouth,
slips between its lips
into a whirl of death
like a soul into Styx.
The upper lip belongs to Heaven,
the lower one to Hell.
She blends in with graveyard's teeth,
after all, the hem of her dress is decorated
with a line of tomb stones.
Spirits of good will enter beside her,
leaving horns and wings by the gate,
causing the lips to quiver.
Wandering between graves,
they reminisce all macabre experiences,
to the chamber built with femurs, ribs and clavicles.
In the ossuary
under a bone
ghosts ignited what used to be
colder than stone.
Skulls on the walls
shed tears of emotion,
as much as they shuddered,
since commotion like this
ain't common in dead places.
As the jaws draw closer together
and all Heaven breaks loose...
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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