Dragon's Downfall-A Love Story by VenaCide, literature
Literature
Dragon's Downfall-A Love Story
One day, my brother was upset over some girl he stopped being friends with. He had to resume being her friend when school started, so harmony could remain in the group. So to cheer him up, I asked him to tell me a future-story of how he conquered the feat that is Leah!
...Well that didn't work. His story ended with her kicking him in the shin, and telling him to fuck off. But would I let MY brother go down that way? Of course not.
Enter "The Dragon's Downfall"...
~~~.~~~
Kat says: u can has continue! by ME!
Markles says: I can usually read people. The only thing I can come up with is she's not 'people'
Kat says: U CAN HAS CONTINUE.
When I woke up this morning, for a split second I actually forgot what day it was. When I remembered of course, I felt my heart fill with dread. But not just any dread, oh no. This was the day I looked forward to ever year. The only day in fact.
I got out of bed already feeling it. The emptiness.
As I started the coffee pot, I imagined what it would be like. "I think we'd be married by now." I said to no one. I walked through my empty apartment, to the hall closet, and stood on my toes to reach the top shelf. I felt around until my fingertips found a shoe-box - cardboard and worn - and coaxed it down.
"Do not open before 9/17, I mean it!"
Some girls are like flowers
bright, with flashy colors
But not mine
Struck from a match
she floats above the flame
For you she twists
spirals into the air
Sensuous and fleeting, you inhale
breathe her in
But only as long as she lets you
She warms you
tickles your insides
Poisoning you in the most pleasant way
And choking you when she's done
You exhale her and,
she dances around you
Smoke on the water
water to drown in
With each breath
she ebbs and flows
Sinuous with every gasp
always out of reach
My girl,
tendrils of complication
Spinning me into
sweet
I tried my best to look nervous.
That was how the rest of them look, so I should try and fit in, I thought.
The waiting room was cold, like the frozen food section of the grocery store. "Shit." I muttered, a little too loud for the sanctity of the room. Everyone turned to glare at me, broken from their private spell of terror. How dare I, they seemed to say. Here I was, forgetting about grocery shopping when I should be focused on the matter at hand.
So I did the only thing I could do; shut up and look around. The walls of the waiting room were painted a dull pink and covered with motivational posters. From every angle a fuzzy animal stare
The first time I saw that little pink plus sign, my heart dropped to my stomach, and I threw up for the thirs time that morning. I convinced myself it was just a dumb piece of plastic, nothing to worry about, right?
At least, until both my clothes and the clinic confirmed it.
To be honest, I expected my parents to be pretty pissed off. I expected my mom's face to go tight with anger, to get all red with the very idea. I expected my fatherto be disappointed, to sulk in a corner ro something. What I didn't expect were the hugs, the smiles, and the promises of support. We all stood in the kitchen, me being very confused.
"Aren't you guys, um.
Looking back all I see
Are your eyes, staring back at me
But standing in this lonely breeze
I picture you out on the seas.
No backward glances would you look
Instead you would swim down in the brook
And as I spoke at your last wake
A permanent holiday you did take.
No flowers of yours will ever die
And you will always have a summer sky
Oh the fun you shall have in your head
Instead of worms, because you are dead.
Callooh, Callay, let's run away
Until no longer is the day
Black as night and black as coal,
We'll run into we lose control
And there we'll stay, callooh, callay,
But when we find a better way,
Into the shadows we will fall,
Until the world forgets us all.
See Your Shadow: Amber Baker 1 by VenaCide, literature
Literature
See Your Shadow: Amber Baker 1
Chapter One
One day, completely without warning, the world ended. No battles, no valiant attempts to save it, the world just ended. At the time, I was a gas station clerk in Marro Creek, Tennessee. Had I been somewhere more populated, maybe I would've known sooner, but I'd probably be dead. Well, depending on your definition of dead.
You know that weird kid you sat next to in 4th grade? Dead. The telecaster for your local news? Dead. Your friends, your parents, your fucking postman. All dead, but only for a little while. Imagine everyone you ever knew, bloody, torn to pieces, and chasing toward you with only one goal in mind, eating your
Dragon's Downfall-A Love Story by VenaCide, literature
Literature
Dragon's Downfall-A Love Story
One day, my brother was upset over some girl he stopped being friends with. He had to resume being her friend when school started, so harmony could remain in the group. So to cheer him up, I asked him to tell me a future-story of how he conquered the feat that is Leah!
...Well that didn't work. His story ended with her kicking him in the shin, and telling him to fuck off. But would I let MY brother go down that way? Of course not.
Enter "The Dragon's Downfall"...
~~~.~~~
Kat says: u can has continue! by ME!
Markles says: I can usually read people. The only thing I can come up with is she's not 'people'
Kat says: U CAN HAS CONTINUE.
When I woke up this morning, for a split second I actually forgot what day it was. When I remembered of course, I felt my heart fill with dread. But not just any dread, oh no. This was the day I looked forward to ever year. The only day in fact.
I got out of bed already feeling it. The emptiness.
As I started the coffee pot, I imagined what it would be like. "I think we'd be married by now." I said to no one. I walked through my empty apartment, to the hall closet, and stood on my toes to reach the top shelf. I felt around until my fingertips found a shoe-box - cardboard and worn - and coaxed it down.
"Do not open before 9/17, I mean it!"
Some girls are like flowers
bright, with flashy colors
But not mine
Struck from a match
she floats above the flame
For you she twists
spirals into the air
Sensuous and fleeting, you inhale
breathe her in
But only as long as she lets you
She warms you
tickles your insides
Poisoning you in the most pleasant way
And choking you when she's done
You exhale her and,
she dances around you
Smoke on the water
water to drown in
With each breath
she ebbs and flows
Sinuous with every gasp
always out of reach
My girl,
tendrils of complication
Spinning me into
sweet
I tried my best to look nervous.
That was how the rest of them look, so I should try and fit in, I thought.
The waiting room was cold, like the frozen food section of the grocery store. "Shit." I muttered, a little too loud for the sanctity of the room. Everyone turned to glare at me, broken from their private spell of terror. How dare I, they seemed to say. Here I was, forgetting about grocery shopping when I should be focused on the matter at hand.
So I did the only thing I could do; shut up and look around. The walls of the waiting room were painted a dull pink and covered with motivational posters. From every angle a fuzzy animal stare
The first time I saw that little pink plus sign, my heart dropped to my stomach, and I threw up for the thirs time that morning. I convinced myself it was just a dumb piece of plastic, nothing to worry about, right?
At least, until both my clothes and the clinic confirmed it.
To be honest, I expected my parents to be pretty pissed off. I expected my mom's face to go tight with anger, to get all red with the very idea. I expected my fatherto be disappointed, to sulk in a corner ro something. What I didn't expect were the hugs, the smiles, and the promises of support. We all stood in the kitchen, me being very confused.
"Aren't you guys, um.
Looking back all I see
Are your eyes, staring back at me
But standing in this lonely breeze
I picture you out on the seas.
No backward glances would you look
Instead you would swim down in the brook
And as I spoke at your last wake
A permanent holiday you did take.
No flowers of yours will ever die
And you will always have a summer sky
Oh the fun you shall have in your head
Instead of worms, because you are dead.
Callooh, Callay, let's run away
Until no longer is the day
Black as night and black as coal,
We'll run into we lose control
And there we'll stay, callooh, callay,
But when we find a better way,
Into the shadows we will fall,
Until the world forgets us all.
See Your Shadow: Amber Baker 1 by VenaCide, literature
Literature
See Your Shadow: Amber Baker 1
Chapter One
One day, completely without warning, the world ended. No battles, no valiant attempts to save it, the world just ended. At the time, I was a gas station clerk in Marro Creek, Tennessee. Had I been somewhere more populated, maybe I would've known sooner, but I'd probably be dead. Well, depending on your definition of dead.
You know that weird kid you sat next to in 4th grade? Dead. The telecaster for your local news? Dead. Your friends, your parents, your fucking postman. All dead, but only for a little while. Imagine everyone you ever knew, bloody, torn to pieces, and chasing toward you with only one goal in mind, eating your
I tried my best to look nervous.
That was how the rest of them look, so I should try and fit in, I thought.
The waiting room was cold, like the frozen food section of the grocery store. "Shit." I muttered, a little too loud for the sanctity of the room. Everyone turned to glare at me, broken from their private spell of terror. How dare I, they seemed to say. Here I was, forgetting about grocery shopping when I should be focused on the matter at hand.
So I did the only thing I could do; shut up and look around. The walls of the waiting room were painted a dull pink and covered with motivational posters. From every angle a fuzzy animal stare
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Current Residence: Orange City Favourite genre of music: Not... Country... Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Skin of choice: I rather like all skin, thanks.
Favourite Visual Artist
Kay34
Favourite Movies
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
At the moment, The Vincent Black Shadow
Favourite Writers
Chuck Palahniuk
Favourite Games
The Sims, all three, Cause I'm THAT girl.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Two old notebooks, one for cursive and one for print. And a Sony Vaio/Adobe Elements
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