Lance are you listening.", Whispers impatient voice came through the blue tooth earpiece.
I was busy strapping the heavy armor on, "Yes I am listening, she sounds nice.", I was annoyed, "We came here to do the job not talk about my love life.", I tightened the straps on the vest. It fits snugly on my toned form.
Whisper frequently tried to set me up,
usually just before I went into battle. I was of the mind she should know better because she used to do the job.
"Don't you wish you had someone to come home to?", she had taken a motherly tone, "I don't want you to look back and regret how things turned out."
I slid the chrome Desert Eagle fifty calibers into the shoulder holsters, "The only thing...
1 - Daisies
Children are like daisies, they all reach as high as they can for a dream or a goal that seems unreachable, only the lucky few ever reach the sapphire blues and pure whites. They're all children wanting to grow up as losing innocence is easy but, sadly, growing up is hard to face. They're so small and so insignificant that it all seems futile.
Their features made of stone, pretending that they're okay, that they don't care.
Why care for an already broken world? It's the same as caring for a broken person. You fall in love with the way the breeze makes the leaves and grass wave wildly, the way the sun feels like a relief after being in the shade. You fall in love with the way nature moves, look...
A vast sea of ocean blue
Lead me all this way to you
Where water weeps with wishful worries
Where time ends the sleepless story
So sing to me, my dear sweet blue
And let the ocean come consume you
Chapter 1 Hunters
It was days like this you felt like a wolf, or maybe a panther; a predator born of the wilds. Days like this, when the sun
warmed the earth, and the shade retained the cold under its mass to cause the balance of temperature to remain absolutely perfect. Days like this did not come often enough. School and her pathetic excuse of a life always got in the way of days like this. But when it was summer, and she was let off her chain to be set free, days like this became frequent. Days l...
Smoke builds in my lungs to curl out from under my lips. ‘Hold me in your arms, please. I want to feel secure in my life. I smoke weed/dabs to feel secure in the notion that I have access to utter peace instantly’. Breathe in. ‘Warm’, Ruth thought, falling back onto the bed. ‘What must I do to fill this insatiable emptiness within me. I feel it.
The smoke burns out the badness and ejects it from my body in a large fluff floating from my body into free space. It feels me, but does not love me in return’. 5 seconds left. Breathe out....
The happy family is not what you think it is. You may see a family smiling through all the hardships or perhaps even in the smallest thing. But what makes a family, not a family?
The seconds of not giving your trust or the time you lost your inspiration towards them. Some thoughts may be a little too much for us to
think, especially in these small complicated situations. It's funny when i was asked '' Family or Friend? '' I was in 11th grade that time when my English teacher raised her question towards me. Everyone looked confused and started to think about what their answer would be. I was shocked by my own withdrawal of answers. ''Family'' is what my lips uttered. I w...
‘what is that’ I asked Ryan. ‘why is the ground moving? And is that smoke over there?!’ I held his hands to steady my body, while flames my fire spirit flouted to my pocket. ‘it might be a villain attack.’ Ryan answered. ‘let’s go check it out!’
Ryan is younger brother, but we study in the same class and year. I grabbed his hands and
pulled him to the smoke source. Excitement flowed through my blood, every time I see a villain attack, I run towards it, hoping that I would see our brave heroes in duty. ‘slow down, Susi.’ Ryan says. ‘the heroes wouldn’t escape you know’ he always says that line when I run to a crime scene, but I can’t help it. Sense I was a young girl I dreamed to...
and then it stops. and it's quiet now. somehow fellings of calm and unease both exist inside of you, but dont mix together. like oil in water.
you made it, you're here.
But what now? this endlessly long journey, what was it for? you came all this way for what, a light? some artificial hope in the emptiness of it all, grafted into this bleak reality like
a plastic toothpick in a nonexistant haystack.
the light is cold, and you shiver under it's sickly green rays. but everything else around you is colder, swallowed by black, so you settle in. slowly sliding down the pole of the streetlight, you sit down, staring ahead. the void. the nothingness that has held you in it's arms, nurtured you, and taught you it...
I made this story and put it in a comment section of some funny video I found called We get some kids riled up for pizza and then leave. This story is based on that video. I hope you enjoy!
Once, me and my friends were at a restaurant. I don't remember why we were there, but at some point, a good friend's parents asked us: "Who wants some pizza?" We all
eagerly said "Hell yeah!!" We all were so excited! We couldn't wait for some nice, cool and most importantly cheesy cheese popper pizza. (The restaurant had cheese popper pizza by the way) So we all asked for cheese popper pizza and we all asked for different toppings, I personally picked sausage with extra cheese and nachos cuz It seemed so good! Then, they ...
It was way too hot for this. Despite it being night, it was still around 75 degrees outside. It made Madeline, who was used to the chilled nights of the upper US, uncomfortable. She was staked out by the corner of a jewelry store name Bronners', from the looks of its old timey interior and small size compared to traditional stores was family run. Which
mean't that with this heist, someone's livelihood was going to be damaged. It left a sour taste in her mouth. She never liked hitting family businesses. It felt too personal, too cruel.
But Anderson, her handler, didn't care.
On a small memo pad, she wrote down points of interest.
How the front door didn't shut completely. Their opening and closing hours, in...
They say when people struggle you normally give up, but not this girl she was strong enough to keep moving forward. Family doubted her and even friends that she thought she had at one point in life. No matter what nothing could knock her confidence down now as a senior she's working hard towards her future. Not having any family on her side because they
rather see her to fail before she become someone in this world. The world was full of pain everyday listening to the radio or even listening to the news hearing someone was killed, or kidnapped hurt her soul but she didn't let that stop her from becoming a better person day by day. Family said, ''You'll never amount to anything.'' Everything she went through mot...
I threw my bag on the cold kitchen floor and ran towards my room. She was there, peacefully sleeping. My t-shirt a little too big for her kissed each and every curve of hers. Her short brown hair contrasted perfectly with her pale and fragile skin. I often wonder if every cell in her body knows that they have done something flawed yet so perfect. I know
absolutely everything there is to know about this girl, from the stretch marks running on the inside of her thighs to the way she nibbles her tongue when she is stressed. She could be in the same room as the most precious stones on this Earth and I'm sure my eyes would be stuck on her. We are so different, but at the same time so identical.
"Shame. That asshole sure did ruin such a pretty face," a raspy voice popped up out of nowhere. A bewitching kind of raspy-but it subtly startled me nonetheless. I wiped away a droplet of blood hanging on my chin with the back of my hand and turned around to face the owner of the voice. A brunette with heavy makeup and tan skin stood there
with a light smirk on her lips. "I don't mind it, though. I like ruined pretty faces." She bit her lower lip and cocked her head to one side, as if to size me up before revealing her venomous fangs and swallowing me whole. But damn, was the girl foxy.
I gathered up the mixture of saliva and blood mingling in my mouth and spat it on the ground, running my fi...
The knight approached the battlefield with his sword and shield at hand. His armor reflected the treacherous battle ahead. He walked calmly as if he had nothing to fear and had no distinct emotion on his face. Of the thousands of warriors, few noticed he was present. A warrior of big stature drew nearer to the young knight. The big warrior’s dark black
armor was intimidating to most warriors, but the young knight simply raised his bright red shield to deflect the incoming blade. He then slightly lowered his shield and swiped his fine point sword against the warrior’s unprotected arm. A painful gash appeared and he screeched in agony as bright red blood tricked down to his gloved hand. The warrior’s once b...
So at the start, it was just some mates and suddenly it turned into over 100 people. My parents went away for the weekend so they said I could have a few friends over to hang out. It was the night that the new season of our favourite program premiered and a few of our friends came over to watch it with us. We thought our entire night out and we were so eager
to watch it. The bites were on the table and the beer was in a container full of ice close to the table. All of an unexpected guy barged in the door with an enormous keg in his arms. At first, I knew I remembered him from someplace although I couldn't really remember. Suddenly it hit me and it was painful. He swung round and the keg thumped me on the back o...
Night and Day were the first ever entities to claim a space of the universe. Night and Day were close friends, though they were polar opposites. Night´s dark, black silky hair bounced everywhere they had walked; their eyes cold and mysterious like a dark void. Sun´s bright, prideful smile would leave Night feeling hopeful. Night and Day decided to create
their own world, a world where humans existed.
Time was split into two, evenly shared between Night and Day. Though, Night realized this wasn´t fair at all. The mortals were more active during the day; and many feared Night with its unfamiliarity. Night was infuriated, and soon, confronted Day about this matter. They started a fight.
This went on for ce...