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The ListShe has a list.

She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.

Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.

Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.

The l
Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be wa
Almost Human - Chapter 2: Not as it SeemsCome on Batsy baby! Let us add another wonderful dance to our grand play!" the Joker laughed manically, arms thrown in the air as if reaching to his Batman for an embrace.

Batman charged for him, that crazed laughter rang agonizingly in his mind. He had to silence that unbearable laughter! He pulled back and punched the Joker in the face with all his might. Almost immediately Joker was bleeding profusely from his nose, he stumbled backwards but he kept smiling. He didn't stop; he connected numerous punches and kicks until the clown crashed onto the ground. With weak giggles he managed to lift himself up and dusted himself off.

"Oh darling,
She Speaks To YouAn old woman sits in front of a fireplace; steam from a hot cup of tea held in her wrinkled hands gently swirls upward, a soft focus kaleidoscope. She purses her lips and blows gently on the water before taking a slow sip. The lights are out, she watches shadows dance on the walls. She is apparently alone, yet she speaks. She speaks to you.

‘I was like you once. I did as I was told, giddily believed in the world presented to me. I was so eager to fit in to it all, to slide into the processes around me and belong to them, be good, be popular, be successful. Then I died. An experience beyond words, beyond the mundane awareness of time an
Reminder"Why--why do you hate me?" he snapped brokenly. "I've never--never done anything to you. But you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"Really? Because I see the way you act around me--quiet and distant. You don't laugh when I'm in the room. But you're different with everyone else. When you can't see me, you're loud, happy... What did I do?" He seems defeated, slumping back.
She feels horrid.
"It's not really your fault," she says slowly, looking away. "I'm sorry. I like you. I really do."
"Then why?
She sighs.
"You remind me of someone. I loved them, but they're gone now. Sometimes, I look at you and I see their face. You'll say something and I hear their voice. I feel... guilty, I guess, for liking you. Things didn't end well between us."
He pauses. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's fine. I needed to get over it anyway."
He nods, getting up to leave.
"Just so you know," he says, "I really like you, too."
Forgotten"How was I supposed to know?" he says softly to her back as she starts to leave. "How was I supposed to know you weren't happy? That things weren't working out? You never told me."
"You were supposed to listen," she snaps, turning around. "You were supposed to ask. That's what couples are supposed to do--communicate."
"I spoke to you every day," he murmurs. "I'd ask you what your friends said, what you did, how work was..."
"You never asked how I was!"
"Would you have told me if I had? Because I don't think you would've. I think you would've just let the whole thing sit there and then you would've left anyway, with some other excuse."
She shakes her head harshly, turning around again.
"You promised that you'd never leave!" he shouts at her back.
"Yeah? Well, you swore you'd never break my heart."
Distant TravelAbsent.
Far away.
Travelling soul.
Home.
EmbraceSky Bridge -
Horizon's end
meets earth.
Philosophy-*Raphael's POV*     I live with in a place where monsters seem to pop up everywhere and just attack. It is mainly of no reason WHY they exist and they attack. They just appear.

    When I was a little kid, I fought them. I had powers, like my siblings did. My brother was a reaper of human darkness that made him stronger each time. My sister, she had powers of thr worldly elements. And me, well, life, death rebirth, and the flow of time that connects each one (time was of a lesser power) and a bum leg (which I tell about because it is another part of me). However, I digress. As I was saying, for a time I fought off these monsters, because I thought I had t
Suicide #1 of 26 SuicidesThe breeze from the window into his study was rarely quiet. Occasionally, late at night, much too late in most cases, he could be seen by mentally unstable passersby, seen at his battered old ship of a desk, just barely through the ground floor window of his row house, seated beside a table lamp of fancy descent, scratching his cheeks and reflecting on one thing or another with brazen indifference to the world around him and acute curiosity about everything else.

This was his alone time.

Sometimes he read. Crime novels mostly. Sometimes he caught up on work. Law briefs written by childless thirty year olds generally.

Sometimes he unlocked
Les bourreaux– Bonjour, j’ai besoin d’aide. J’en cherche des bonnes, pouvez-vous me conseiller?

– Ne cherché pas plus loin, car de toutes ces tortures que vous avez inventées, je suis la meilleure, ou la pire selon le point de vue. Je n'ai point l'air modeste, il faut cependant regarder le monde en face.

– D’accord. Et qu’ont-elles de spécial celles-là?

– De spécial ? Mais c'est justement ce que je fais : j'oblige mes victimes à regarder le monde en face. Un monde cru, horrible. Leur vie devient un enfer où toutes choses perçues les blessent davantage. Dans celui-ci, le diable – moi en l&rsquo
Limited.  Of course.  So what?  That's a maybe.  What if?  No, that's not possible.  Not even.  Whatever you say!  It never happens.  But you see it everyday!  Well it doesn't appeal.  But when it does?  Then I'll think.  No you won't.  Yes I will!  But it just did happen!  What?  It happened!  I thought I had more time!  Nope, it ran straight out!  You are lying to me.  Am I?  Yes!  Nope, look at the evidence!  That's what happens everyday!  It's nothing bad.  Yes it is!  Your point being?  If somebody found out everything will be wrecked!  Why is that?  Because, it happens everyday, it is discriminated everyday!  It should be accepted sooner or later.  It never will be.  What other things are like this, huh?  Well there was that thing that happened nearly six decades ago, there was the thing that happened two hundred ye
...All religions preaching love
Without any comprehension
What in fact it really means
Limited by this dimension
Misinterpreting the words 
Of the few who bridged the border
And in vain tried to explain
Meaning underlying order
The hospital  They walked in to the hospital room slowly, quietly. It wasn't cold, yet they were still shivering. Something about the lifeless white lights, or the clean suffocating smell. Or maybe it was the fear that hung in the air like tattered curtains without a breeze. A was the first in. She hesitated at the threshold as she eyed the figure lying forlornly in the bed. His dark hair was dipping over his face and he refused to look up and make eye contact. There were bandages on his wrists and he was pale. Paler then anyone should ever be. A skeleton, a piece of paper, a blank canvas slowly dripping with wet, white paint. Seeing N lying there, so helpless and so sad, her face darkened. Hesitation gone she strode into the room, quickly followed by the rest. They were unnaturally quiet. Voices that were normally so uncontrollably loud and carefree were suffocated by loss, confusion and worry. The tension in the air was palpable. No one moved, no one breathed. Then A walked forward to
CreationCreation

Oh by the fates deceive me! There is no future here, and within this depth I see nothing but light! Blind me, the frail and protruding skeleton wrapped in breakable web, a skin so fair it only deserves to be stained with red! Red? Red! Oh the glorious taint! The sweet essence of our very birth very life! Red! We are no more than simple red. And the delicate blue strings woven throughout the delicate folds of web, are they life, are they death? A tint of their effervescent color, and yet once more the blind! One delicate blue thread be snipped and once again we fall to red.

So fair a delicate color may be, yet so unfair her loving a
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Valentine cards (suck) styleRoses are red, violets are blue
Oh yes I'm staring this of this way, especially for you.

And if you don't like it well screw you,
Oh I joke you know I love you, 

and I'm pretty sure you and you doesn't rhyme, 
But oh well I'm sure it will be fine.

Anyway what I'm trying to say, 
that you complete me in every single way.

You make me happy day after day,
I just wanted to make this clear okay?

They aren't enough cards in the world to buy,
To let you know that you are the apple of my eye.

There aren't enough roses in the world to grow,
To show how much I love you so.

But there probably is enough chocolate though,
And
My rockBlinded by my own clueless visions.
Weary thoughts and actions made it impossible for me to see.
That I had strength and power right in front of me.

That stability and strength, comes from deep within.
It may be hard to find, for some they my never know, 
That this deep and willing strength comes from the soul.

There's  light in the world even in the dark and dusty shadow,
May it come from a companion or a lover, a sister or a brother.

No matter who's out there to be you're rock, 
to keep you strong when times get tough.
Only there love is enough.

So when I feel that I can't go on, 
my rock is there to help me
Never good enoughNever good enough for you.
Never good enough for myself.
Sometimes I wish I was someone else.
Can't I have my own way for once?..I guess it was never meant to be, and by that I mean you and me.

It's really hard for me to tell you how I really feel, and with my brain is working up worse case scenarios, my nerves are shot.
But boy are you hot..

Ahem,
 I'll try and stay civil like the rest, believe me I'm trying my best!

I'm pleading you to stop, you're turning my innocent brain to rot.

With you're witty charm, and you're playful smile.
Honestly I want to grab you and say "please stay awhile"

Oh alas, I can never have it my way, and I'll have to miss you day by day.

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The irony of the colour red

:icontheindigofeather:

I find it strange how the colour red can symbolise;
Hurt 
Hated
Suffering
Blood
Pain
Anger
Living hell
But it's can also symbolise love.
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~AmeliadosSantos Jul 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
they are all related, petal, that's the reason...
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~TheIndigoFeather Jul 16, 2012  Student Writer
Yeah I was just thinking about that. Love really does suck
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~AmeliadosSantos Jul 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
tell me about it. you think it's great and all, but then it reaches a moment when everything (even the cute things) hurt like hell (which is also red, if you think about it...)
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~TheIndigoFeather Jul 16, 2012  Student Writer
Yeah I know it was kinda in my mind when I wrote this.
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~AmeliadosSantos Jul 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
lol
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