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Infectious Survival -- Prologue“Say when you want me, every day that you want me, every way that you need me, got me trippin', super psycho love! Aim, pull the trigger, feel the pain gettin' bigger, go insane from the bitter feelin', trippin' super psycho love!”Infectious Survival -- Prologue by spikeambrose
I was blasting my car's stereo and singing along as I drove back from the airport. Damn, it felt so good to be back home. I couldn't wait to see my family again. I was sure that they had missed me while I was in Japan. Katie too. I smiled as I thought of seeing my girlfriend again.
I had been there for a year while I was studying abroad. I figured it would be a great opportunity to become more cultured as well as get more work done. With that out of the way, I had wanted to return home for a little while.
I saw a figure limping along the road. Slowing my car down and turning down the music, I pulled up beside him and rolled down the window. “Hey, you alright?”
He just kept walking. Something wasn't right, I could tell, but the sun was
(Yandere) MisakaXTouma WIP Pt1Kamijyo Touma was walking along a street in Academy City. This street led to Tokiwadai Middle School. He clutched a note in his hand. Looking at it one more time, he pondered what possible meanings it could have. Touma, meet me by the Tokiwadai entrance. There's something I want to talk to you about. Misaka Mikoto.(Yandere) MisakaXTouma WIP Pt1 by spikeambrose
“Hmm. Strange,” he mused out loud. “Why would Biribiri want to meet me there?”
“Touma, did you say something?” Index's small, childish voice piped up.
Shaken out of his thoughts, he turned to look at her. “Index, are you sure you want to come with? It has nothing to do with magic, you know.”
“Yeah, but if I leave your side now, I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death...I'm hungry, Touma.” she said, pointing to her mouth.
“There's plenty of food in the fridge back home. You don't even need to cook it.” They were nearing Tokiwadai.
“Touma!” A voice called to him fr
My LifeA cage.My Life by spikeambrose
Trapped, like a rat in a maze.
Chained, with no escape
From the tears and disappointment
caused by this everyday mind-rape.
Poverty, distrust, civil war,
They plague me, leaving me torn.
My father disgraced me.
My mother raised me
And my brother, all on her own.
It has taken its toll, on all of us,
Spinning every which way
Like the "wheels on the bus".
Anger, grief, frustration and hate
Take the place of love and happiness.
While I am left with an overfull plate.
My life is anger.
At my father, my mother, my brother, myself.
My life is grief.
I never want to come home anymore.
I do not feel at home.
Sheltered, fed, clothed, yes,
But I don't feel as if I am loved.
Home is where the heart is.
Mine lies elsewhere.
And yet, still torn.
A girl, no, I feel split in two.
As feelings for two
War in my mind.
Love holds little happiness for me
But it is still an amount,
no matter how small.
It is not her fault.
It is neither's fault.
It is mine, and mine alone.
I was dealt the losing han
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Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder. by Invoking
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Pertinacious [Jerlita Week]PertinaciousPertinacious [Jerlita Week] by SoulJelly
"Oh, come on," Aelita begged. She was on the verge of tears but bravely held them back, as she had done for most of the afternoon. "Please, Nathalie. We have to go home now."
"NOOOOOO!" came the scream again, louder, and the tiny red-faced girl clung, monkey-like, to the bars of the swing-set. "DON'T WANNA."
Aelita bent down, looped her arms lightly around the child's waist, and tugged. In response, Nathalie only clung more tightly, her face screwed up in stubborn defiance. Petulant tears streamed down her face and even though she shouted, her words were barely coherent between sobs.
"I W-WANNA STAY. I'VE ONLY B-BEEN ON THE SWINGS T-T-TEN TIMES."
Jérémie bit his lip, watching the scene unfold with increasing trepidation. Aelita turned to him despairingly, her hair looking more haphazard than usual and her face stricken, all too aware that around them, parents were watching out of the corners of their eyes, their faces at once embarrassed and sym
Osculator"No. No. Just...no!"Osculator by Lovely-Madness-13
"Come on, Princess, don't be a sore loser!"
"Sore? Sore?! You'll be sore Odd Della-Roberra when I get through with you- Stop sniggering, Ulrich!"
Rubbing his forehead, Jeremie strode across the school grounds to where four other students stood in a ragged circle. They were louder than usual, he noticed, and raised his eyebrows. Aelita looked furious, while Odd and Ulrich looked torn between hilarity and fear. Yumi, smiling slightly, hung back, shaking her head.
"I'm afraid to ask," he announced, then took a step back when Aelita rounded on him.
"Finally! Jeremie! A sane person." She waved her hand back in the vague direction of Odd and Ulrich. "These two...idiots, are trying to get me to be the local osculator for some stupid fair on Friday."
"She lost a bet!" Odd grinned widely. "In Lyoko, you remember!" When Aelita glared at him, he winced, then grinned wider.
"Ah..." Nonplussed, Jeremie looked from one to the other. "What bet?"
"Either way, being in t