A excerpt from a book I’ll finish eventually
I never planned to be a murder, but I guess plans change. I walk down the long corridor and pause as I hear footsteps. Shit.
"Someone's here," I whisper into the earpiece. The steps round the corridor. "Keres?" He whispers. I stand up straighter.
"What do you want ?" I try to be unfeeling and push my emotions away. He runs towards me and I have just enough time to pull my dagger from the sheath on my leggings. He pulls me into a hug.
"I thought you were dead. Wait," he pauses, "You're not supposed to be here they'll kill you." I sigh and look at his eyes the same one I fell in love with.
"I know," I plunge my dagger into his back, " That's why I have to beat them to it." He looks shocked.
"Why," he croaks, his voice hoarse.
"You stabbed me in the back, I thought it was time to finally return the favor. Such a shame Bella wasn't here to save you, but even if she was I'd still win. I'm no longer dependent on anyone, I am a force to be reckoned with." I drop his body to the ground and resheathe my dagger. " I'm afraid I've got to go. People to kill, revenge to take, governments to overthrow. You underestimated me, that was a mistake you won't be making again." I look down the hallway "Alright the paths clear let's go." I whisper into the earpiece. The rest of the girls creep out of their hiding spots. We share a knowing nod and Isla drags the body away. Brooke walks over.
"Are you okay?" She asks looking concerned. I nod, and signal to the gang. We continue down the hallway.
pen to paper
So ive been reading this book called the fault in our stars and it got me thinking about a pale blue dot and it its hard to explain. so in the book tfios basically thiers 2 kids with cancer and one wants to leave thier mark and the other doesnt because they dont want to hurt to many people. But it got me thinking is it better to be deeply loved or widely loved also what is the piont if leaving a mark beacuse theire is the chance the mark might turn into a scar. ¨ẗhere will come a day when no one is left to remember cleopatra or aristottle let alone you or me. even if we surviv the suns explosion. there was a time before humanity had consious and there will be a time after.¨ so what is the point of temporary greatness, wouldnt it be better to just be loved by few then a million. wouldnt it be great to have those few love you so deeply and so much that you cant stop smilling the minute you see themm or text them. Accoring to a pale blue dot from a certain piont in space we are just a spec no bigger than dust. yet we war and fight over a fraction of a dot. we fight over who wore what and who talked to who. for what? I heard my siter practing her speech and one of the centeral phrases are be barbie because that is what society tells us to be. it tells us to be nice but then were being too nice. dont wear that you look like a slut, no wonder no of the guys want you. you only wear hoodies. you should wear makeup. you wear too much make up cake face. Gosh your so fat loose some pounds. omg your so skinny eat something. omg you have guy friends quit being a slut. omg you like music oh really name me every song. we cant like anything we cant find a happy meduim in society we cant accept that no matter how hard we that we are all human we all have skin and brains and hearts we all are humans we have thoughts and emotions we get discriminated because of who we love oh you cant love them, thier not cute oh you cant love them thier the same gender you cant dress as a girl (sorry for the errors)
If I´m being truthful I haven't thought much of it because I assumed I wouldn't make it that far. But I would want to live in a big old farm house playing cards with my grandkids, and drinking Mtn. Dew as the sun rises.
Twenty one pilots
My sisters best friend asked her to his HOMETOWN prom
months later they fell in love
he called her his OH MS BELIEVER
now she has dried her tears
and REDECORATEd her life
Without him in it
she claimed that
he made her STRESSED OUT
so she went for a RIDE
in a boat on the tide
Loneliness is colder than the way she treats me in the dark
her eyes see right through me
they laugh nor sparkle their color dull like bark
i do not exist in the dark
for she wishes on the moon for someone else
i am not here in this night
nor any night
in the moonlight
i am the barest whisper of wind
the forgotten friend
i reach yet i cant touch
for she is not here
her image is
i try to touch but my fingers go right through
her image slips away
faster and faster
till all that's left is heartbreak
I need names for 6 characters. 3 girls and 3 guys. pls comment your ideas below.
I hate you
I hate you
yet I can't
you mean more to me
than the sea
we came up with bob
i hate you
but i love you
you made our quote
we saved one another
yet we killed each other
Warning some of these get kind of dark these are some of my sisters faverite jokes
What's worse then 20 dead babies in a garbage can?
The live one underneath.
My ex got hit with a bus the other day,
I lost my job because of it.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom chopping onion, and i started crying.
Onion was our family dog.
Congratulations you once again have succeeded in pissing me off. You think you are so goddamn special just because of who your parents are. Well, guess what. NO ONE GIVES A GODAMN FUCK.
I would say I hope your life gets better and that you vanquish all your demons and that shit. But, honestly you should learn how to shut your goddamn mouth. Understand me yet bitch.
Also I’m alowed to fucking cry, I’m allowed to have emotions. Sorry, if not everyone has a black heart and is made of stone. Fuck you for thinking you know everything. Fuck you for acting like you own me. I am not, am NOT a piece of your property. You barely know me, you can’t control me. You wanna play me like a game?
I’ll show you how it’s fucking played bitch.
When I was about 10, I went on a cruise with my family. So we left from Nebraska and drove to New Orleans, but that part isn't important. We had been aboared the ship for several days. One night, when it was fairly late we had all gotten on one of the glass elevators to go up to the top deck. Every one had gottonn of except me and my dad. As I was about to get out the doors started closing. I stuck my arm ot thinking they would stop and open back up.
Well, ever hear the phrase paralized in fear. That phrase pretty much perfectly explains the feeling of standing there and the doors were getting closer and closer and closer. Until, one was not even a full inch away from my arm and my dad yanked me back into the elevator.