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Love
Even though the screaming and yelling about random things. Or the insurable amount of anger that never seem to fully evaporate. Or even the numerous fights that plagued their lives, one thing remand constant. In the depths of his irises, interwoven in the dark color, his true feeling shined through. Even glassed over in happiness or sadness, or even in the apex of his anger, the feeling never left his eyes. At times, she thought that he wanted to leave the feeling behind, but couldnt. Perhaps his heart wasnt as small as she perceived it. There were times when she questioned her choice, but one look in his eyes, and th
Info/Background: Based off of the song What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts. A woman just heard word that her boyfriend might have been killed in combat over seas.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I dont own the song, just using it as inspiration.
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Dawn held in a gasp as she watched the photographs being posted on the six oclock news, her work scarred hands covered her gaping mouth, her dark blue eyes wide as she watched the replay of a bomb being dropped on the war barren grounds of Iraq. She gulped, her eyes frantically looking for the Unit number that was hit
-Prologue-
Cold, blood red eyes glared at Aiki, her own movements slow and delicate. Her right hand steadily made its way to the stake that was strapped to her upper leg; its tip filed down to a sharp and deadly point. Aikis hand tightened around the blunt end of her weapon as the once-upon human pushed itself farther into the corner of the alley that it was barricaded in. Taking a calculated step, Aiki watched the being closely, a few strands of blonde being exposed by the dull moonlight of the night sky. She stopped dead in her tracks as the human rose, its body towering over her own. Aiki couldnt help but let a smi
Here is some basic information, a glossary that will be used for this story. This storys setting is in Japan. I will be using Japanese honorifics in my story and some words from the Japanese language as well. The key ones that I will be using are:
-Chan: Usually used for close relationships towards girls, eg: Best Friends, Girlfriend, Daughter. Example: Aiki-chan
-Kun: Usually used for again, close relationships but towards males, eg: Best Friends, Boyfriend, Son. Example: Kenji-kun
-Sama: Used for some on of high status of you, eg: Boss, in this story case, Queen and Prince. Example: Ayako-sama
-San: Used for someone of same level
Secret Garden:
I couldnt help but inhale a giant breath of the air around me. The cacophony of flowers entering my nose as I entered my secret hideout. The green of the stems, leaves and grass of the garden were as pure as the oak leaves that surround it, the thick trunks and think leaves hiding my oasis from view. I left my fingers gently fall upon the thin pedal of various flowers, each color of the rainbow being dotted across the vast land, all of the flowers open and beautiful, and their smells as unique as the other. I sat on the stone wall that kept the dark brown soil from falling on to the stone pavement I walked on, I ran my
Its as pure as the first snow of summer when its never touched, when its never tested. But as time goes on, it slowly fades away, it growing and being exposed to new and harmful things. Some say it forever in us, just slowly beaten down until we cant even resister that we have it, others say as time rolls on, it slowly fades away until all that is left is an empty cell, wanting more of it.
Innocence is its purest within a child, its thought and actions pure, their love unwavering. But as the child grows older, the innocence loses it once bright light. It slowly dies, until its all gone, all is left is a
A Sister's Love-Chapter One by bbpr4ever, literature
Literature
A Sister's Love-Chapter One
Chapter One-
Groaning, Alice slammed her hand on the black alarm clock that was yelling at her to wake up. She only just fell asleep three hours ago, and those three hours were bliss, she didnt want to be disturbed for a stupid thing like school. Five silent minutes past before the snooze buttons effects wore off, making the alarm, once again, blare.
Realizing that she had to get up now, Alice hit the alarm button, hushing the machine until tomorrow. Sitting up, Alice ran a hand through her shoulder-length light brown hair, her tired dark brown eyes getting use to the morning light. Stretching, the young teen threw the blankets
As you walk out that door,
I felt a piece of my own heart diem
Was it my fault,
Was I the reason you said bye?
Day and Nights,
I stayed awake crying,
But deep sown I knew crying wouldn't bring you back,
All my brother could do was confort me and continue sighing.
Years passed,
I still see you, but the pain is still there,
As I look back nothing has changed about how I feel,
Sometimes its like you don't even care.
I have grown into a young woman now,
It was hard without a mother to guide me,
At least I had a kind grandmother,
To help me see.
She treated me like I was her daughter,
She did everything for me,
So I could grow up
As you lay on the bed,
Getting closer to your death,
Your bald head losing it's color,
As you getting closer to your last breath.
I wonder why God put this is your body,
No one deserves to die this way,
Always sick from the kemo that is prolonging your peace,
And you can't put your pain at bay.
You say you love us,
And you are happy to be reunited with your past,
I know Grandpa will be happy to see your shining face,
Thank God you are in peace at last.
As you take one last shuttering breath,
I feel the tears coming down my face,
I turn to my now parentless mother,
She turns and gives me a loving embrace.
I stand here now nine
You are wanted,
But you are hated as well,
You control the being that uses you,
And all because she wanted to rebel.
I don't understand why she would go this far,
What was the point,
Of injecting that crap into you system,
And to her all you did was disappoint.
But she kept doing it,
And she kept doing more of it,
Until one day it just stopped,
Her body went in to a fit.
A fit that she could beat,
She layed in that hospital bed for two weeks,
Until she finally found peace
The tears shed left streaks.
I never thought I had to bury my daughter,
I thought she was the one to bury me,
All because of that little white powder,
But
I want to scream,
But yet I'm slient,
I try to kick and punch,
But my body fails to move.
I can't express my simple feelings,
I feel trapped,
In a cage with no opening,
And I can't see the light.
I walk though this life,
Not of me,
But of an empty shell in my place,
Without emotion.
I try to cry,
But I ran out of tear a long time ago,
I try to yell in anger,
But nothing but air comes out.
I attempt to love,
But too afraid of denile and betray,
I want to be happy,
But what do I really have to be happy about?
I want to live life,
But I can't
I don't know how,
I just drift.
I can't tell anyone of my feelings,
And no one
We both been though hard times,
But we helped each other though them,
You were always there for me,
Even if the problem was exactly a gem.
We never been this close,
Only for the past nine years,
You taught me that I could achieve my dreams,
I wish you listen to yourself, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.
Everyone says you failed,
But I know you didn't
Yes you made some dumb mistakes, who doesn't
But you learn from them and take the lesson from them in a minute.
You understand me the best,
Since we went though pretty much that same things,
Our pain has become our inseparable bond,
But it still has it dings.
You might punch and
June 25, 2006
First week here and already blood paints my hands. Six more men died including my own Lutient (sp), Mark Wilgum. Sadly, Three of the men were just fresh high school grads never able to start their life they tried so hard to get to, they were only 19 when they died. At least their deaths were quick and painless. All of this due to a single bomb in the middle of the road.
Over here, it is hot and hardly any rain. Hell, I am sweating like a pig at least the men get to take their shirts off, lucky them while us women have to suffer in full uniform. Crap More People wounded, and crap Gunfire.
I feel you rushing though my vains,
Pure and untouched,
The needle goes though my skin,
With the injection, my hand involuntary clutched.
THe rush was amazing,
My heast racing,
My thought never ending,
My memories erasing.
I'm laughing like I haven't in ages,
I'm actually having fun,
But the feeling is slowly ending,
But the fun has only begun.
Again I take the needle to my skin,
Ready for the rush to come,
I gulp,
My friends would probably think this is so dumb.
But what would they know,
This rush is amazing,
I love it, I need it,
It's so hell raising.
The next thing I know its black,
When I finally wake,
I'm naked, so
As I watch you,
Eating your dinner,
I wonder one simple question,
Why?
Why do you inject yourself with those poison,
Why do you drink your death,
You say it is for previous memories,
But I think it is for other reason unknown.
You say you arn't addicted,
But from our point of view,
You are,
You have new standards, we are not even close.
You just want your life,
You just want to leave this world,
And enter your make-believe one,
you want to escape your pain.
But you need to understand,
That as you are getting away from your pain,
You adding more to me,
And everyone around you.
So I ask again,
Why?
Soldier's Death, Wife's Pain by bbpr4ever, literature
Literature
Soldier's Death, Wife's Pain
Everyone gathered in the same dark color,
With tissues and hugs,
They lower the hero,
He gave up his life to the country.
The wife weeps loudly as does her daughter,
She was always Daddy's Little Girl,
But now Daddy is dead,
And she won't see him again.
They just talked the day before on the phone,
And he sounded so at peace,
He said he was leaving at the end of the week,
But it wasn't suppost to be like this.
The sound of TAPS fills the air,
As the soliders lift up their gun and shoot into the air,
A Solider take the flag he died for,
And folds it into a triangle.
He hands to the distraught woman,
As with his last uniform he
When you gave me that soft kiss on my lips,
Think I was asleep,
I felt the love, the emotion,
You poured into that simple expression.
You said words I never thought I would hear,
And the 3 simple words never held so much emotion,
Could I really do what I want tomorrow,
Could I break your heart.
When I eventually awoke then next day,
I noticed there was a empty space in the bed, and my heart,
I called out your name,
But I got no reply.
I walked around the house,
Slowly, looking for your lovely face,
and that is when it hit me like a ton of bricks,
You were no longer here.
The lulling sound of slow taps
played by a distant silhouette
of a soldier echo across the baren fields
of a far distant land.
Lying in their lantern lit tents
the soldiers listen,
close their eyes,
and fall asleep.
A shot rings out
and the music falls
to a sudden stop.
Current Residence: Somewhere ^^ Favourite genre of music: Country, and a whole lot of hard rock! MP3 player of choice: Ipod, and my cheap knock off Personal Quote: Pain is just something that reminds us all that we are human and nothing more.
Yeah, sitting in CBA, listening to random presentations...A.K.A BORING!
As of yesterday, my computer has...died. R.I.P my poor computer. *Cries* I miss it already. Do you know how boring it is to sit in a computerless room!!! It's not fun!!! I want to shoot myself it's so damn boring. *takes deep breath*
Alright, calmed down. :D But, yeah, no computer means no typing...great...now i'm depressed. Well, g2g listen to more presentations *shivers*
BYES!
Yeah, once again, bored out of my freaken mind. My CBA partner isn't here, and all of our damn work is on her computer. GAH!
Help me *Cries*
Gah, so much time left. Well, off to search for a job. byes!
...I offically hate CBA :(....
Anywhoo, just letting people know that I'm starting to write my new story, *looks down in shame*, in my compositon notebook, maybe if I write down my complete story before I type it chapter by chapter, it will come out half-way decent, and I'll finish it :D.
Also, I'm going to rewrite A Sister's Love...eventually, I just kept getting lost in my plot, so I just ended it half-assed, so, yeah second version is on my computer at home *Remember I'm in school :P*
Also, (Alot of Also's), I need to think of a title for my new Vamp. story...
I narrowed it down to:
1)War of Love
2)Royal Bloodshed
Yes, it's going to
bbrp4ever: *clears throat* First, my shower head came off, and hit me in the head, and then teh water kept spraying in my damn face so hard I fell out of my shower, and hit my head on my washer, my dad came running and he's "OMG you're naked, and what the hell are you doing on the floor." Your such a freakin clutz....