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Strange SM RoleplayLuna: (on skateboard) Serena what did you do!!
Serena: Sorry what was that Luna??? Can't Hear You!
Luna: Artemis help!!
Darien: Really meatball head why are you torturing your cat?
Serena: Because she stole my chocolate cake
Hotaru: Should we help them
Amara: let kitten have her fun...
Hotaru: Ok, *eats Serena's cake*
Michelle: We'd you get the Cake...?
Darien: *looks at hotaru* I'm not going to be the one to tell Serena so don't look at me...
*Trista in the corner forever alone*
Andrew: Don't worry my love you are no longer alone *glomps trista*
Darien: there was no andrew in this so how is there one now???
Ami: *shakes her head* how do I know these people again?
Mina: there she goes again
Serena: Ahhhh Darien help me! Luna is after me! I'm sorry Luna please don't hurt me!
Darien: Your on your own meatball head!
Darien: What the hell!!! How am I a father???
Diana: Daddy Should we help Mommy
Darien: How AM I A FATHER!
Amara: Well Dar
A Chill In The Air
Stepping out of bed
A noise awoke you
Worry fills your head
As you move to the door
Your windows are frosted
You feel a chill on the floor
A noise fills the air
Light flows through
Your blinded from the glare
A knock on the door
You turn the knob
What could they want you for
You shake your head
As you see a grim face on the man
He can't be dead
A hat is handed you shake in despair
Tears flow down your face
As you feel a chill in the air
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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