I, the TrespasserThere are days when I walk home from school, the normal route, past all the same houses. I see the brick house with a giant, protruding, supposedly artistic rock in the middle of the yard. I see the houses of my friends, of the dogs I walk while their owners are away, and of the children I see at the town library. There is no other way, really, to go home; it is a straight line, there and back. But I don't like straight lines.
Today, I don't head straight home, but instead walk in a totally different direction. I head up the block, past the town's main street, and down a hill toward the I, the Trespasser by ~Aquapotato
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just that, nothing moreslap.
if only your words
hurt just that much.
they've carved me out
like a jack-o-lantern
on christmas eve.
i'm sinking in,
rotting,
will you look at me now?
my corpse won’t be found,
it’ll be stumbled upon,
eyes poked out from crows
and cob-webs of blood soaking
me, and the first person
will just walk away.
take a glance, but don’t
conduct the autopsy yet
i can tell you the cause
of my death, and it wasn’t,
no, i swear it really,
really wasn’t just heartbreak.
i got a heart attack but
that’s just nothing in
comparison.
on.
life isn’t cotton candy and
bubble gum, i think yo just that, nothing more by ~Artemis-Meliticia
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Kazumi's Story: Chapter 1The door eased open slowly. From the outside came a burst of hot air into the chilling room, cooled by one of the only ACs in the building. Two men walked in; one, slight, blonde haired, and seemingly flawless save for some scars on his neck, was being forced in by a man who looked as if he was in the police buisness
"Here he is, sir," the police man said. The blonde haired man snickered, but reduced his emotions to only a smile when the police man gave him a shove.
The man at the desk looked up. "Don't play with me," he said sternly, "I asked for a man. Next slip up and I fire you!"
The police man sighed. "Sir, this is the man who c Kazumi's Story: Chapter 1 by ~Aquapotato
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DolorII“¿Eres tú?” Su voz retumbo hasta en el rincón más profundo de mí corazón, aquella cálida voz trajo de nuevo a mi recuerdos, que aunque habían pasado hacía mucho tiempo, los sentía como si tan solo hubiesen sido ayer “¿Hermano?” Su voz, cargada de felicidad y nostalgia, camuflaba la tristeza e ira que sentía, debía sentir algo en ese momento, pero ya había olvidado la mayoría de los sentimientos, entonces solo me quedé cayado. Sin verla a su rostro, aun dándole la espalda observando aquella ventana de esa vieja casa en la que viví, sen DolorII by ~yotfil
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Sta.sh
no prob dear