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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
Risky Rewards Part 1All you remember is the burning. You don't know if you actually were or not, but your entire body felt like it was being engulfed by flames. The agonizing heat tore your skin off little by little, burning every cell until there was nothing left but the black. Sweet and relieving blackness.
But now you're here. Here being some place that resembles Earth but couldn't possibly be. It's too...perfect. The sky is too blue, clouds too fluffy, plants too green. You're in another dimension; it's not quite parallel, not quite disconnected. It's just there, and you're just here. As you stand and take a look around, you see you're in a field. There are a few trees scattered around, but what really piques your interest is the path you can see just a few feet in front of you. In both directions it continues farther than you can see, but coming towards you, you notice a tiny figure.
It's a person. As he approaches, you can see he looks like a normal human being. That's good.
There's still eno
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breath into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
The EdgeI stand on the Edge
Looking down to the core
Where I see a girl
The core knows
Who I want to be
And the Edge
Is the only thing
And who I want to be
But I'm afraid
Afraid of jumping
Of never turning back
Of making a mistake
Of hurting myself
More than anything
To be able to jump
Over the Edge
And be who I always see
Be who I want to be
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