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The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1
Robert Terwilliger, otherwise known as Sideshow Bob had a frown on his face as he looked up at the banner on the outside of a building that said "Springfield Gamers, Video Game Convention" on it. He sighed as he looked down. "Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he asked in a thinking out-loud way.
"Because if you said no, your only son would throw a fit." came the voice of his younger brother Cecil who was standing beside him. The two had been dragged here by their sons Gino and William who as it turned out were really into video games which the two boys played quite a lot much to their fathers dismay.
"I am never going to understand these things or our sons weird obsession with them, for that matter." Bob stated to his brother as he crossed his arms. "I doubt any parent really does." Cecil added before he started to head inside the building, with Bob following him in.
Inside there was many tables set up and areas with stands that had people on them, talking. "Egad, how do they
Deep within this soul,
A fallen angel appears,
She is tormented daily,
burned and hated by the truth of life,
and struggles under the pain of it all,
It screams in the darkness,
searching out for that something,
trying to keep its head out of the water,
but no-one is there to rescue her before she drowns,
The angel holds on for life itself,
never understanding why,
life is so precious,
when your'e wanting to die,
All because of the life she leads,
this fallen angel stirrs,
in its lonely heart,
it slowly withers and dies,
Deep within this soul a fallen angel wanders,
in and out of existance,
I am unfinished.this is the kind of
that spills ink,
and today I am
I'm the kind of art
not because it's deep or complicated
or anything worthwhile,
but because it was designed
by a mind under fire.
I am a creation with potential
annihilated by something
dark and too selfish to pinpoint.
I am dipping my resolve
in the river styx,
immortal but for its corners
where my fingertips rest.
I am forging my spiked edges
into armor with substance.
I was always the girl
chewing pens writing poetry
in the back of the classroom,
guess life is what you make it.
and being afraid is like a parasite--
left unchecked, it will rule you.
and I buried my old names.
I rewrote myself into bite-sized pieces.
I forced myself to make sense,
bled new jaw muscles
that spoke words I knew I should say,
conversation after another.
I am the mother
who eats her young
and then hates herself,
destroying and crying
at the ruined things
she's held too tightly
For the BrokenThis is for the ones like me,
The ones who are broken but none can see.
This is for the ones who've been lost,
The ones who've paid a high cost.
This is for the broken souls,
Whose lives have washed up on barren shoals.
This is for the ones who were broken in another's hands,
The ones who've cried enough tears to cover vast lands.
This is for the girl who has become unclean under his touch,
For the boy who's suffered just as much.
This is for the people shattered on the ground,
For the ones who suffer without making a sound.
This is for the broken ones,
For all the daughters and sons.
I hate u cuz I love you
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TORMENT ME?" I yelled at the Englishman in the bed in front of me, the brit didn't reply instead he took a glance at the angry form that is me then turned back to staring at the ceiling. "ANSWER ME YOU JACKASS"
Wade let a low growl escape his throat. "Get out of my room Cena"
"GAH are you even listening to me?" I kicked the bed over and over making Barrett angrier with every hit.
"STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD" the brit finally yelled. "I hate you that's why I to'ment you okay now get the hell out"
"DAMN YOU" I yelled again and jumped on him my fist flying on top of us but I found myself unable to punch him.
"Do it" he ordered I wanted so badly to do it my hands didn't obey me though and I glared down at him anger filled my body. "DO IT" he said again. "I know you cant you' pathetic" he smirked and pushed me off of him and into the floor throwing a punch at me and I dodged holding his wrist and pulling him down on the floor on top of me our faces becoming inches away, onc
Broken Bird - Eren x Reader Ch. 2
~Chapter Two: Where We Differ~
You waited a few minutes after Eren had entered the mess hall, watching poor Potato Girl run her final laps, before you decided to follow. Truth be told, you didn't look forward to having to go in anyway. You weren't exactly a 'people person', as you were more than aware.
Finally, Shadis' unfortunate victim pulled up in front of the mess hall and collapsed, sweating heavily and panting like a parched dog. Which she may as well have been, as far as you were concerned.
You shot her a look of pity and were about to finally enter the mess hall when a tiny blonde girl darted out, hands full with a loaf of bread and a skein filled with water. She slowly walked down the stairs to the ground. "I've brought you food," she called shyly to Potato Girl, who was already picking herself up off the ground.
She was across the ground and tearing apart the bread in her mouth so quickly that you thought she might have taken the girl's fingers with it.
You sighed and turned
Hannibal x Will - Wineblood"Your views of Doctor Lecter have changed? In what way, Will? Because I need you to work this case with him. And I need this case done soon." Jack Crawford's eyes were cold.
"I'm not comfortable working with him, that is all," Will said quietly, eyes darting around the room.
"Well get comfortable." Jack stood up and left, and Will could feel the slight resentment coming from him. He would have felt ashamed if he hadn't known about Hannibal. He would have been humiliated by Jack's rancor.
But Jack did not know that Hannibal ate people, therefore he was completely and totally at ease around him. He did not see Hannibal as Will did.
Will heard faint voices, as Hannibal and Jack conversed in the hallway.
Hannibal's smooth voice made Will shudder. "Trauma...people from the scene...offended in any way..."
Will shut out the voice and closed his eyes.
Will and Hannibal had been playing a game. There were coquettish smiles and arch remarks. Low laug
Becoming The Darkness
Becoming The Darkness
Hope is slowly falling away
The shadows are consuming me
Please, relieve me of my guilty conscience
Because these memories haunt me to no end
Please, make me another one of the departed
Allow me to ascend from this lament
My sorrowful heart has been forever weighing me down
But I still tried my very best to carry on
My lonesome soul kept corrupting me even more
So I was never really brave or strong
The birth to a new side of me has risen
One that harnessed the tragedies
The gift of a curse is what I have been given
I'm in control of my own insanity
A tranquil calmness on the outside
A black storm rages on the inside
My eyes attempt to remain closed
While this inner chaos tries to take over
And these twisted thoughts grab hold
I am no longer my own oppressor
I've transformed into my best nightmare
And also my very own worst enemy
Because the light
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