One turn of a page
Dictates big difference between
Success and failure.
Visible OmenStreaks of lightning flickered outside the narrow mouth of the cave’s entrance, striking precariously close to the ancient rock formation that’s been there for countless of eons. In spite of the never-ending chaos threatening to destroy everything in its path, the silver haired prophetess took comfort in the solace of her hiding place inside the catacombs.
Anya had been praying to the Gods above for a long time now, maybe even three hours. Not even rare precious stones, including her golden pendant that served as a protection against evil auras, was enough to lend her their wisdom. All she could do was hope for the best while keeping a close vigilance on a solitary burning candle, its flame decreasing in size, growing dimmer by the second.
What surprised her was when the flame changed colour, transforming into a faint blue tint.
“Sebastian has arisen from the dead,” she gasped, horrified.
Guess Who's A Secret Poet?Tennessee grumbled something unintelligible under her breath as she made her way into the locker room, a large spacious area in where the Freelancers all put their personal items in their designated lockers.
The mere thought of Arizona done absolutely nothing to cool down her frustrations; instead it was almost like someone poured a shit load of gasoline on a dying flame, only to make it a raging, uncontrollable inferno. Damn that smug bastard! Once again he decided to get unexpectedly involved in her recent mission to obtain relevant information about their Insurrectionist foes, and then when she was merely two feet away from securing the package, Arizona stole it from her grasp before sneering a quick “Thanks” before lumbering off with the case.
What fuelled her wrath even more was the fact during their debrief upon returning to the Mother of Invention ship, the Director praised Arizona for his quick thinking and head-strong bravery when in truth she should have been rece
People Can Change Their WaysOver the span of many years Wash learned to never form close attachments with anyone, for he watched South’s unbreakable bond with her twin brother, North, was torn apart by jealously and bitterness which resulted in her playing a part in North’s death; if Wash wanted nothing to do with friendships, then why did he consider the Reds and the Blues as something akin to family despite it being dysfunctional at times?
Even when he was an inexperienced Freelancer, which often became a subject that York used to tease him about, he wanted to be brave, heroic and strong just like Carolina; he never told anyone this, but during his days of detainment in a mental facility after the Epsilon incident he sobbed like a chid, wishing he was dead in order to stop the onslaught of intrusive memories.
The transformation of a being cold hearted soldier into an actual human being with raw feelings and emotions defined who he was as man right now; this time Wash promised himself his next encoun
The Legendary Heavenly Deluxe BeverageBrandon had never once considered himself a great lover of coffee. That was until he found himself standing right outside what appeared to be a delightful and cosy coffee shop on the corner of Fifth Avenue.
Already he was starting to like it even more because of the name itself. How ironic that he was in the Big Apple, a vast city that catered to the needs of caffeine addicts that needed several fixes to keep them motivated day and night. A small smile crept on his face in spite of the stress filled day he had regarding work. Needless to say sometimes it wasn’t easy being the owner of a mechanic garage for cars and motorbikes…
Pushing open the door, a small bell jangled overhead signalling his entrance, the strong aroma of coffee invading his nostrils as he breathed the delicious scent in. For a brief moment he stood rooted on the spot, merely soaking in the atmosphere while admiring the modern sophisticated décor of the vicinity. Not too packed or too em
The Luck Of The Irish“Crap!”
Instead of asking my teammate, Reynolds, the reason for his sudden panicked expression, I followed the direction to where he was currently staring at. My heart momentarily faltered in my chest at the sight of an enraged golden armoured Elite charging up the ramp towards us with his Energy Sword activated. He wasn’t alone though as I caught a brief glimpse of his buddy trailing behind him, bright blue plasma bolts being furiously expelled from his plasma rifle. Luckily none of his hits found their target as I gripped Reynolds’ arm and then proceeded to drag him out of harm’s way.
I quickly eyed the sealed door that was on the same ground platform, about ten yards away. An idea formed in my head and I mustered a prayer to the good Lord above for a spot of guidance.
As I was about to alert him of my plan, I noticed Reynolds’ gloved hands were visibly shaking. I don’t know what possessed him, most likely bloody desperation, but he aimed a C
The Appointed Godfather“Church, can I ask you something?”
The cobalt armoured soldier gave a long, drawn out sigh as he turned towards Tucker. Needless to say the Blue leader didn’t have time to deal with any pointless problems or get dragged into being a referee in one of Tucker and Caboose’s silly little dramas. Whatever it was, Church planned to give a half-assed response before waving his comrade to one side.
“Tucker, I’m kinda in the middle of something right here so this had better be important,” he commented through clenched teeth. His words weren’t far from the truth as he was thinking of ways to search for the missing AI, Omega. “Has Caboose fallen off a nearby cliff to his death?”
“Nope, nothing like that. Uh, dude…have you killed my kid? I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”
“What? No!” Church threw up his arms in exasperation, almost hitting Tucker in the face in the process. He snorted as though he was
The Spark Of Suspicion“Agent Connecticut.” The man bared his white teeth to her in a welcoming smile, a stark contrast to his dark chocolate complexion. “What brings you here?”
“I need to see the Director. It’s pretty urgent, Sir.”
“I’m afraid the Director is preoccupied, therefore he has strict orders that he should not be disturbed. He is prepping some Freelancers for an upcoming mission that shall begin as soon as they exit the room.”
“I see. Well, thank you anyway.”
As CT pivoted around to go on her way, the Councillor briefly cleared his throat. This action regained her attention, turning her body towards the man. If the female knew any better, it seemed that he had a lot more to say. This should be very interesting to say the least.
“If you would like, perhaps I can be of some assistance to you. I’ve noticed there appears to be...uh, two of you standing before me.”
If someone were to listen on their conversation
How The Tables Have TurnedFor the past two minutes or so, Wash’s left eye refused to stop twitching. The cause of this annoying condition took form in the shape of Donut was currently sucking the last remainder of the thick strawberry milkshake through a straw, the consistent hard slurping noises grating his nerves. Why couldn’t the Red soldier nosily drink elsewhere? After all, it wasn’t like they were restrained by handcuffs in a room and being treated like some prisoners of war like when they first arrived at the Federal Army of Chorus’ base a few weeks ago.
At this moment he would rather be by his own. He wanted some privacy to himself in order to collect his thoughts in a calm manner – a lot of events happened over the past couple of days since their first encounter with the British General of the planet’s army, Donald Doyle. However instead of using the time to merely reflect, Donut continued to unknowingly pester the former Freelancer with how much noise he made.
Never Argue With ClownsFor some reason Grif had a feeling he was being watched from afar. He became aware of a presence trailing behind him ever since he began to walk home from school. The sound of what appeared to be large squeaky shoes trailed rapidly behind him- at first the footsteps maintained a steady rhythm before quickening its pace into jogging. However before Grif whirled around to finally catch the potential stalker they just disappeared into the wind as though the seventeen year old merely imagined it.
It didn’t take long to reach the street where he lived on – it was a fair stretch of avenue where mostly old age pensioners resided there. Overall it was a relatively quiet and peaceful neighbour – no signs of trouble and disorder at all.
Or so Grif thought, just when someone tackled him from behind, such gleeful cackling coming from whoever attacked him. What the hell was their problem? Grif thought angrily, lifting his head from the ground and promptly spitting out clu
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Past Tense BluesWases
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,
but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your soul
and if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybars
in this old and rusted park
you can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to you
if i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,
tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love you
and i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,
because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my life
or what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
You're Going to be Okay.It’s not your fault.
It’s not what you deserve.
Don’t think that way,
Because one day,
This won’t matter anyways.
Keep your head held high for now,
I know it hurts,
Words can feel suffocating.
As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,
Under the weight of the pain,
In your chest.
I know it stings,
And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.
As you count down the hours.
But it doesn’t matter.
When you just go home,
To sit in your room alone.
Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.
Once they are said they are here to stay.
And silence is excruciating.
But being in a crowd of violent stares,
Is no better.
So where do you go?
Is the question you’ll never know.
But don’t give up just yet!
Things will not always be like this.
Yes, today seems hopeless.
Tomorrow seems worse.
One more day of hearing another hateful word.
Might make your head explode,
And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.
You have to bleed out,
In order to have the courage to shout.
Against the darkness.
You have to know what it's like,
To feel disconnected,
To be best friends with your anxiety,
Because it's the only thing to keep you company.
Because you've never felt so lonely.
Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,
Which drowns out your voice.
As you choke,
On society's noose
You're afraid to cut it loose.
Because you don't know what others will think of you.
You have to know depression.
You have to know what it's like to be alone.
You have to know what it's like to be silenced.
In order to appreciate breathing,
And to fall in love with colors.
After being blind,
For all of that time.
And only being able to see memories,
In order to appreciate a person's presence.
And the feeling,
When you finally find a friend.
Who will stick with you until the end.
And not judge you for your scars.
But loves who you are.