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Role-Playing: Attack of the Light Ghost“Chy! Anna! Food’s here!” BJ shouts from upstairs. The two put down their Wii remotes and go up to the kitchen from the basement.
“Ooh, pizza,” Anna says as she grabs a slice and sits next to Blumiere, who kisses her temple before taking a bite.
“You two…” Chy groans.
Mimi laughs, reminding everyone they can do much worse. The rest of the group continue to eat and talk about nothing. Somehow that keeps almost everyone entertained. “Mama!” Lily shouts from her high chair, making Anna get up and feed her daughter baby food.
“That stuff looks gross,” Dimmy says, not watching. Lucas makes more of a mess than Lily does, so Blumiere takes them back to his place for the night.
“What’s it like?” Mimi asks Anna as everyone gathers around the TV in the basement. “Having kids, I mean.”
“Tiring,” Anna replies as she flops down on the couch beside Chy. “But they’re amazing.
A World for the Six of Us Chapter 1I open my eyes to see a square sun rising in a blocky world. Tamer, Megan, Zander, Raven, and Austin are all around me, groggily rubbing their eyes. “Guys,” I say to them as they wake up slowly. “We’re in-“
“Minecraft!” Megan shouts, interrupting me.
The five of them erupt into exclaims of confusion and fascination before I open my inventory. I’m slightly surprised at how huge my pockets are, but the words in the sky saying You have earned the achievement Taking Inventory stops us all.
“How did you do that?” Raven asks me.
“I opened up my inventory,” I reply.
Raven turns to a nearby tree and starts punching it. Soon enough, it turns to a smaller block and falls onto the ground for her to pick up. You have earned the achievement Getting Wood. The words disappear after a while.
“Is anyone here against deforestation of this area?” Austin asks. After a few seconds of silence, we get to work pu
What School Is Really TeachingSchool is a wonderful place.
Kids are taught
Skills they'll need for later in life
With a few extra thrown in there
That they can do great things.
If they can survive that is.
School is just a name
Tell the students
To keep them encouraged.
But school is NOT wonderful
Explain to me how
Miles and miles of chains,
Is a wonderful thing?
Explain to me how
Students are expected to succeed
When all they hear
Is words of hate,
Explain to me how
Students can thrive
In an environment
That only teaches
The fact that girls have to be:
Dating the best guy,
And if they aren't,
They have to do something
They can to be
I'm not a guy,
So I can't say what it's like for them,
But from what I've heard,
As long as you're the biggest d,
Both in the body part and personality,
School is teachin
To All Girls Popular and UnpopularTo all of the popular girls:
You know who you are
I can list your names
Right off the top of my head
You know who you are,
You know people pay attention to you,
And you know you’re pretty
But did you know there are people around you,
They can just have your looks,
Just for a day—
Just for one day?
Not your little followers,
Who chase after you like a lost puppy
Tell you you’re pretty
And call themselves fat just to make you skinnier,
But people with low self-esteem
They’re out there,
And their numbers are not short
And I used to be there.
But now that I can see
See what you do
What you say
Even what you feel
I’m my own role model
I’m my own popular girl
I’m my own brand of pretty
And my new wish
My new want
My new hope
Is that girls like me
Will know that they are pretty too
To all of the girls who wish to be popular:
Christmas Rage.Yeah I get it.
You don't have to rub it in.
I'm only a teenager.
I don't know everything.
So lay off the hate.
It's not my fault I'm the way I am.
I'm my own person
And I can do
Whatever I wanna do,
Write whatever I wanna write.
So next time you got something to say
That will make you feel better
And not in the way giving someone a Christmas present will,
Because we have feelings too.
Role PlayA dream of a little rainbow butterfly woke Chyanne up. It was 2:56 in the morning, but she didn't feel tired anymore. There was something off about the air. Crawling out of bed, Chy grabbed a knife from a drawer on her nightstand and felt the urge to pull her kimono-like pajamas tighter around herself, but it was hotter the closer she got to the hallway. She poked her head out of her bedroom, but there was nothing. A faint, ghost-like cry from upstairs sent her to investigate further. Clyra, her best friend Anna's Chadelure, was floating at the top of her stairs.
"Chy..." Clyra said in her mystical voice. "Come with me..."
"What is it?" Chy asked. Pokemon didn't usually randomly show up to her house in the middle of the night.
"Where is she?"
Chy stopped for a moment. Images of the ghosts clouded her head before she shook it, as if that would shake them out. "Wait here." She went back downstairs and pounded on her older brother Dimentio's bedroom door.
Risky Rewards Part 2: Decision 2You hide behind some nearby trees as the man walks by, oblivious to the fact that you're standing right there. When he's gone, you take another look at what's around you. You know you need food and water. Looking around a little bit, you notice an apple tree. As your stomach growls, you pick a ripe one.
But should you eat it?
You're not native to this land. What if it's poisonous to you? Or do you want to stop those hunger pains that will soon be slowing you down?
Risky Rewards Part 2: Decision 1You decide to approach the man you see in the distance. "Hello," you call out, not really knowing if he's going to know English or not. He speeds up, quickly closing the distance between you two. As soon as you're within arm's reach, he grabs your wrist and holds you captive with an inhuman force.
"Who are you?" he asks in a deep voice. You now notice how much bigger he is compared to you. There are bigger humans back home, but this...man is a danger right now. "How did you get here?"
"I don't know," you reply. "I just woke up here."
"That doesn't tell me who you are!"
He starts pulling you in the direction of where he came from. What will you do? Let him take you, fight back, or get away?
MotherlessTired of letting that pesky Lucas and his friends get all the needles? Take control of the Masked Man yourself and stop the good from getting the dragon's power for themselves! Join the Pigmasks to bring the truth back to Nowhere Islands, while finding out about your past along the way. Who will succeed? You or the evil Lucas?
"I found you on your deathbed, clinging to life like you left something behind. So I had no choice but to take you in. Only a creature of evil would leave you to die. You see, you are no mistake. You are the key to my plan to bring order back to Nowhere Islands. These people need the truth. If they keep living like they have been, their pasts will never be uncovered. Now, will you join me?"
Yes. The people will learn the truth, I promise.
No. I need to find out about my own past before showing everyone else theirs.
The cover depicts the Masked Man with his hand on one of the needles on the right side, along with his Pigmasks behind him, and Lucas an
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
They're so bright
They hurt my eyes
Why, Mr. Sun
Did you have to shine?
The rain was so soothing
Until there was a break
In the clouds
I was enjoying
It matched my life
Until you came out
And ruined everything
I'm not goth
I just like my darkness
Every now and then
Not everything has to be bright,
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