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The Columbine ShootingPeople cry for the victims whom died.
But only for the ones who were killed.
But why not the victims who committed SUICIDE?
Gamer Girl RapSitting here
Up at the top
I only got this spot cuz' i'm fucking hot
No one dare kills me because I might suck their dick
Doesn't even matter if imma bitch
No one cares about my negative KD
Who would care, i have a fucking pussy
I'm better than every girl because I play COD
When in all reality i'm just using my brother's fucking Xbox
Moan in the mic just to get nerd's on
Go on and on about the color of my thong
But no one will know the reality of me because I never mention
I'm only doing this for fucking attention.
Its a love thingSomeday I’ll be gone
And someday you won’t love me
Someday you’ll be gone and won’t bother to remember me
Someday you won’t love me
Someday you’ll be gone
And I’ll miss you when you’re gone
But until then you make me happy
Until then I’ll still smile
Until then I’ll feel love
Until then I hope you do too
Nothing can describe my love for you
Nothing can describe how much I like you
Nothing can describe how I feel for you
No matter the names I call you
No matter what I say
No matter what I do
I’ll love you until I’m gone
I’ve made mistakes
So have you
Together we’ve done so much wrong
But the right amount of right
No matter what people say, I’ll be here to stay
All the pretty girls
And all the gorgeous boys
Couldn’t compare to you
Couldn’t be you, will never be you
No one can make me happier than you
No one can make me feel more loved than you
No one makes me feel more belonged
Television- Prologue (An IZ Story)“Gir! Here, now!”, Zim called out, waiting for his little robot he received before leaving his home to conquer a little unknown planet. That little robot appeared before him with a small metallic hand to his forehead and his tongue sticking out.
“Gir, I have discovered that there is different dimensions other than our own.” Zim turned to the TV screen that lay before them in their own living room. “And I was also able to display those dimensions without going through them through television.”, Said him, with almost disgust. Gir looked at it with awe and gave out a long ‘ooooo’ and sat down on the couch that sat in front of the TV. “TURN IT ON TURN IT ON,” Said Gir excitedly, bouncing up and down. Zim let out an impatient huff, plopping on the couch and grabbed the remote that rested on the armrest.
With a touch of a button, the room filled with white noise and flickering motion of static filled the screen. The static retreated
I'm Ready for ThisI can feel the music surge through me
I can feel the goosebumps crawl across my skin
And my mouth go dry as I clench my fingers wanting to grasp onto something
My heart pounds faster
And time goes slower
And my face falls
I can feel the blood
Run down my wrist
Off my finger tips
As my heartbeat becomes fainter
And time seems to slow
A smile on my cracked lips
And a glint in my glassy eyes
I was ready for this the moment i lived
I'm ready for the moment I die
Something QuickThe darkness of the room, except for the neon colors, gave the room a rainbow-ish tint to it. You could feel the bass of the club on the other side of the door, the screeches of others having an awesome time and the moans of the one's who didn't care enough to get a room. The bump vibrated your body, and it gave you this feeling that was just like sex itself and the thrill was almost like a drug, but surprisingly enough you haven't taken any at this rave. Yet.
You look up at the raver girl that sat on your chest. Sweat clung to her body, and it gave her a wet look and a slight shine. Her neon-stained top was lifted to show off her breast and stomach. Juice from a glow-stick stained her body and gave her a rainbow glow, handprints covering her breasts and various markings on her stomach. Her body was covered with the neon juice, battle markings on her smirking face.
You didn't know her name, but she finally took off her shirt off fully. You were already naked and lying down on the soft
BS Round 1_Tina vs LukLuk stepped into the bright white light and shielded his eyes, letting his pupils slowly dilate and letting his senses adjust to his new surroundings. After putting his hand down he squinted at the bright horizon. Luk was standing on top of a cliff, where the cave mouth ended. The sun was close to setting and Nahara's four moons seem to appear beside the sun as it set. Oddly, the moons seemed to glow their colors as they appeared in the orange light. Mountains towered on the horizon, but clouds and sea mist made it fairly hard to see as well as the bright sun setting behind it, casting it off as a black shadow. As the waves made contact with the rocky cliff below Luk, he was sprayed with a soft mist of the sea water. Though it stung a bit, he stood unfazed, looking up into the green sky that had streaks of red and blue blazing across it. The moon's glowing colors of white, blue, gold, and red made the sun setting sky appear more spectacular. Cam came floating outside of the sparkling c
ShadowsIt was one of those nights where you simply don't want do anything. A lazy night, if you prefer. So lazy that Zim didn't bother to change the channel on the TV, or even take off his disguise. Too lazy to tell Gir to stop screeching like a howler monkey, even too lazy to call the Almighty Tallest. Yes, THAT lazy. Zim stared at the TV with tired eyes, the brightness of the screen and the scratchy lenses killing his crimson eyes.
His gloved fingers twitched, wanting to so badly to switch channels, the Crazy Monkey Show not exactly being his favorite thing to watch, considering it made Gir go crazy occasionally, like what's happening now. Zim's eyes slowly closed and he sighed, tuning out the TV and Gir, sliding down more into the couch, making his posture more painfully uncomfortable, but yet oh so comfortable.
"Gir, for Tallest's Sake, turn the TV down and stop screaming.", Zim said, crinkling his brow in frustration. Almost immediately, Gir gave a salute and obeyed, simply shutting of t
MarySue Test: Dev They are possessed by an angel
 They are possessed by a demon
 They are a werewolf/vampire/faerie
 They are physically strong
 They have a rare hair/fur color (skin?)
[X] Their eyes are an unusual color
 This happens to be red
 Their eyes change color
 They have wings
 They can grow extra body parts/shapeshift
 They are immortal
 (If a female) they have large boobs
 (If a male) they are very muscular
 They are very attractive to the opposite gender
 They are telekinetic/pyrokinetic/etc
 They have sixth sense/can mind-read/etc
 They have an object of some sort that gives them powers
 They have a special ability/power, but they don't know about it yet
 They were bestowed/cursed with these powers
 They are a healer
 They are from a very rich/royal family
 They don't know that they are from a very rich/royal background
[X] They have lost one/both of their parents
 They ran away from home
 Their parents are cruel, uncaring, abusive etc.
Illustrator Part 1: Interview
Agent Alpha: Good evening
Illustrator: Evening? Is that what time of day it is? It gets so hard to tell anymore.
Agent Kappa: Don’t play dumb with us! Where is he?!
Agent Alpha: Kappa! Calm down we ju…
Illustrator: Agent where’s that intro you like to use all the time? I really miss it.
Agent: Yo……*sigh* this is Agent *Beep* Code name Alpha with Agent * Beep* code name Kappa, to interview SCP coded name The Illustrator. To see if she knows the, were about of a missing agent.
Illustrator: Thank you Alpha I was getting worried that you were getting sloppy with your job.
Agent Alpha: Charming Can you tell us were one of our agents went?
Illustrator: Agent…..Agent? ... hmmm What agent would that be there are a lot of you after all.
Agent Kappa: You know Dame well which agent, Illustrator! The one that was guarding 1000 Face!
Illustrator: Oh…..Yes Agent Joker, Really nice man But I can’t help you.
Agent Alpha: Wh
Morgana felt the power of Kazuhiku's home in Myth Allanar far behind her but the city she now found herself in was no where near safe. She silently cursed his name the bastard had not sent her home but into the middle of Myth Allanar which was a world known for its criminals.
The red sun seemed to give the world a more dreadful look as the people poured in
to the streets. Morgana had to think quickly it was not wise to be wondering around these parts without any help. She had some help in the form of a man who used to work for her father. He informed her the portals to this world opened everyday at the same time and when a portal opened it would throw in more criminals into the already packed streets. This is where she now stood in front of a portal door, she watched as the others crowded around the area all of which seemed to be thinking the same as her.
This really was a suicidal mission. Since when did she become as reckless as Samusagi? It didn'
Fallen WarriorThe smell of blood and death filled the air as Dakota looked around. From what she could tell through watery eyes was some of the students had fallen during the war. Students and teachers were helping each other; healing wounds and giving comforting words alike. Then the cat's eyes fell on a group circled around someone. Though she hated it she could not help but be curious about who had everyone's attention. Stepping over the bloody corpse of a hell hounds, Dakota limped over to the group and fresh tears poured down her face. Blood covered her as she tried hard to breathe. Dakota had missed what Samusagi had said but Melfara gripped her tighter.
“No! You'll be fine!You'll live like you always do!” The small girl told her cousin.
“She's right. We just need to heal your wound.” Kazu placed his hand over the bleeding gash.
Dakota laid her ears back, “We can fix this. Just hang in there.”
“Hang in there!” Ti became choked up.
Thou Shall Not Fuck With Thine Higher Ups * dragonmissy: Claudia was wondering about out of the office. SHe spent the morning resting her leg and it still was thick and patchy from blood and partially cleaned. Putting most of the weight on her other legs she wanted to move about as her body was getting stiff. Her head even to her shoulders and her tail relaxed she found a puddle to drink from as she would meander about
* Esaki: Avallock had been lounging, nursing his chest wound awkwardly as the sun set. He'd completed his rounds and patrols...he even got to put a stray out of the territory. How fun. He'd laze around for a long while, sneaking in a nap before...he'd tilt his head to a near by sound. The sound of a tongue lappin' at water. He'd groan and push up, lumbering over to the sound. Claudia. He'd trot on up to her with aa slightly raised brow. "How's that leg hold'n up?" He'd tilt his head to lick at his chest awkwardly after he spoke. A huff and he'd tilt his head toward where
When a father met his sonIt was later on in the afternoon, and the tiny larvatar had just gotten out of daycare. He usually stayed for a little bit just so he could play with everyone else. But when the other parents came to pick up their kids, Kepi usually left. He hated that other kids got parents that took them home. Having to walk by himself… it made him feel…. different. His hands gripped his back pack tightly. Light green hair fell into his face to partially cover up his shockingly crimson eyes. “It’s not fair.” He mumbled to himself. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. No! He wasn’t going to cry again! not today!
The chain rattled on the dark houndoom marked pup as he quickly ran down the sidewalk excitedly from the crisp morning air, the sun just starting to brightly shine in the sky as it rests over the city. The rayquaza sighs a bit, pushing his free hand into his vest pocket and trying to keep up with t
Spikes Final Bow - A Just For Fun Script [SAD]Still frame of Spike shooting fire at cannon fodder left and right, pan to Twilight and Rarity who are working on a spell to free the trapped Princesses so that with the power of all four Princesses they can save a hurt Equestria.
Spike: Twilight, Rarity! Hurry!
Twilight: We're trying!
Rarity: It isn't as easy as you think it is Spike!
Light flowing around the two unicorns grows bright and faster in it's pulses and swirls as a ball glows in the center making the dark room shine as if the sun was in there with it.
Twilight: It's working!
Spike: Twilight! Can't that go any faster? I am running out of breath!
Twilight: Almost there--!
The door cracks as a huge wave of the enemies hit it hard.
Spike: They are breaking the door!
Twilight: Just a moment more!
The door cracks again and neon green smoke starts the fill in the room and the eyes of the
enemies can be seen through the cracks, glancing around the room.
Spike: (To himself) What do I do? What do I do!
Spike glances to Rarity and the
Sonic 06- What it should've been... (Taiream)Credit to: :iconSHOTGUNPrower:- Inspiration, Sega- Characters and Game.
Note: This is what Sonic 06 should have been. In my version.
It was a bright day in the Chao Garden. Cream and Vanilla were watching the Chao. And even the legendary "Golden Chao" was there. He and Cheese are great friend. Cream calls him "Butter".
Cream: I like it when I come here. It's like the chao treat me like I'm their princess.
Vanilla: At least you know how to take care of one.
Cheese and Butter then walk to Cream, giving her a golden flower necklace.
Cream: For me?
Cheese and Butter: Chao!
Eggman (in his Mobian form, NOT human form): That's right. Frolic all you want, but that golden chao, along with Vanilla, will be mine!
Eggman then uses his robot army to corner the chao and the rabbits.
Cream: Wha-What's happening?
Eggman: OHOHOHOHO! A pleasure to meet you again, my dear.
Vanilla: Eggman! What are you doing to these poor defenseless chao!?
Eggman: That's none of your co
We the People(#Girlprobs)Samuel: Angelus, you never leave your room. Why don't you play outside?
Angelus: I'm 16, I'm too old for that.
Samuel: You're never too old to have fun bud.
Angelus: Then why don't you go 'play outside' and leave me alone.
Samuel: Actually, I was gonna go for a run. Wanna come with?
Samuel: Why not?
Samuel: *sigh* Let's get you out of your room.
Angelus: I'm fine
Samuel: You're lying...I want to help, I care about you.
Samuel: I'll get you something to eat, c'mon.
[Samuel picks Angelus up from under his arms lifting him out of his chair]
Angelus: [dejectedly] Ok...
[Samuel puts his hand on Angelus' back and guides him out of the room]
[sitting at a table]
Samuel: Yea, bud?
Angelus: How are you so happy?
Samuel: well, its cause I have the best job in the world.
Angelus: You bus tables....
Samuel: I meant looking after y
Amoris Mali (First Half of Act One)Act One
(We open with a shadowy view of Annabelle’s house, before it is lit up by the stage lights. Annabelle is standing on her front porch looking out into the distance, while she is waiting for her parents to come outside. As she begins to zone out, her mother enters the stage from inside the home, with her father following close behind.)
Levana: Annabelle darling, what are you doing? Are you ready to go to church?
Annabelle: (Startled) uh, why yes mother. Sorry I was just…
Peter: You were just what, day dreaming? There’s no time for that kind of nonsense! Now get in the car, we’re going to be late!
(Peter quickly enters the car and impatiently beckons Levana and Annabelle to do the same. While they’re driving to church, Annabelle’s father tries to engage in friendly conversation in order to make up for scolding her.)
Annabelle: Uh, yes dad?
Peter: Have you made friends with any of the boys from church?
Annabelle: What do you mea
I Want To Give Up. . .I seem to find myself lost, once again, in my imagination and big thoughts. I am confused over most things and sometimes I just want to stop, because jealousy has that effect on me. Stop what? My art and writing.
Looking back through these arts I create, pride floods my body and I feel on top of the world. But, not as much as 5 minutes later, I feel like quitting. I get messages from groups, showing off other people's art and I don't usually go through them unless, of course, it is Invader Zim.
When I see other people's style, and good digital and rarely, traditional art, jealousy seems to get to me. I am always jealous about something. And if something could kill me mentally, it would be jealousy.
That jealousy, I've found out, has been killing my self-esteem and I can't seem to find that pride that I used to have. I have been struggling and constantly thinking of putting my art and writing to an end and just focus on other things.
Will I do this? No. Can I do this? No. It is mentally
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