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Persona X: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A New Beginning</i>
September 17, 2016
Subete no hito no damano shi...
He blinked. Those words being hummed softly sounded very familiar to him, probably because he understood what they meant. It sounded like it was being played delicately by a piano in the distance. When he ignored the senses of hearing and focused more on the senses of seeing, the music was the least important thing that came to mind in place of the current aeroplane cabin covered in nothing but blue velvet.
There was a strange, elderly man sitting across from him rather contently. He appeared to be wearing very formal clothing, consisting of a dark suit with a black tie wrapped around the collar of a white shirt, and his gloved hands were relaxing on a cane placed between his lounging legs. His nose was very long and rather pointy, as were his ears. His eyes bulged out and looked rather
Tis dawn peaked and peeking, and to dawn I say
Dismal comes to another day, another day, a dismal day
Shall it be a morn of mourning for excitement, or a sudden rouse
To step forth out of the dulled cage that is this house
Join faces I recognize which fill me with ease
One with those eyes that never want mine to cease
And this comforting joy to which I owe chance
A chance seized by a captive who just wanted a dance
But each had his own and her own altogether
And perhaps I shant have waited and have acted for better
But tis wasnt my nature to stand up and lead
Like a tree, how I loathed it, that remains still a seed
And alas as the sun shifted down into below
And I hoped the morrow bring more happening for sow
Tis night peaked and peeking, and to night I pray
Dismal dies with another day, another day, a dismal day.
Shattered Hearts - Part IX
By: Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Of a Valiant Sacrifice and Interesting Conclusions
Tierea's eyes widened in fury. She shook the side of her robe before she took flight and homed in after the White Eyrie.
Alex didn't turn around. He continued his deadly flight, twisting furiously and trying to dodge every blast of magic thrown at him from the Orange Shoyru magician. His eyes darted downwards to see Trisenne dragging Kakirusha on the stage. He made a sharp dive towards the two, but it was then that Thairelle decided to test out more of her control on gravity.
She aimed her wand at Alex, and he immediately cried out as he froze, falling to the ground with a sickening THUD! Kakirusha's eyes widened as tears stung them, a shriek of horror muffled by the kerchief gagging her. She thrashed around even more widely, kicking while trying to scream. Trisenne pursed her lips in annoyance. "This dancer is getting to be quite the nuisance, girls," she mu
Shattered Hearts - Part VII
By: Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Of a Beautiful Beginning and a Catastrophic Climax
Written By: Cruzerchic123
Alex waited patiently for the unknown person to go back outside. And not to hurt him. Most definitely the last one when he felt someone looming over him. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and squirmed, then made a large show of groggily opening one eye.
A familiar face stared at him, holding the replaced candle (ergo an odd-shaped mound of melted pink wax) in her hands. "Good to see you're up and about," Kakirusha said, and gave another one of her cute, petite smiles.
Alex was still paying attention to the svelte figure that was bestowed by the white dress with pink trimming and green sequins. He suddenly realized that he was staring at her (at her body, for that matter) and quickly shot back a smile as a reply, hoping he wasn't blushing. So this is why this room felt familiar; the caravan!
"Yeah, y-you could say that," the Eyrie said. He gr
Shattered Hearts - Part V
by: cruzerchic123 and purpledamekat
Of a Dimming Light and a Troubling Sight - Part V
Written by: cruzerchic123
It was not darkness, but grayness that she was walking around in. Everything around her was dull. All the people walking around her had no color; the trees, the village...they had no color. They had no expression.
They were empty.
And she was dangling from up above them...
She realized then that she had her hand clasped in somebody elses. She looked up, and her heart pounded. There, before her, like the sun about to kiss the sea, was him.
He smiled at her humbly; she nearly let go in spite of her shock, but he had his grasp on her. "This time, dear Kaki, I won't let go," he whispered softly, so gently. "And don't you let go."
Kaki gave a small smile up at the blue Lupe. "I will not," she vowed. "I will not."
* * * * * * * *
Her eyes opened.
Here she was, dreaming about her old love again, when everybody told her to le
The man waiting at the door adjusted his black baseball cap and raised an eyebrow. He'd been standing at the door for three minutes now, and Gene was most likely inside.
So why isn't he opening the door? Kid thought, frowning. He rapped his knuckles against the door again. "Gene, c'mon, I'm getting tired of standing here!" he called.
"For the love of Bowser, it's open!" a voice retorted frustratingly.
Kid rolled his eyes. "Well, you could've said that in the first place," he muttered, and placed his hand on the knob. As the knob turned, the door opened, and Kid walked in, glancing at the man with longer brown hair and a red hat read a Sportstar Golf magazine.
"Gee, so THAT'S what kept you," Kid groused, folding his arms. "Looking at yourself again?"
The man known as Gene Yuss looked up and flashed him a smug smile. "But of course," he replied. "I see nothing wrong with admiring The Gene and his glory."
How about an ego? Kid
Violets are Blue - Poem
Violets are Blue...
WARNING: This is a very short and bad poem...wait, how the heck is shortness a bad thing if it's a bad poem? XD
- - -
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The former is cliché
So what shall I do?
Blue is of sadness
But of happiness too
I know pink you desire
But I know that deep down, you love blue
Besides, I couldn't afford roses
And as of now, blue fits you
So says the white ribbon
Who seems to like you
~ Alexandrion Terraflare (not Suzana, because she sure doesn't write bad like I do...hehe...)
Violets are Blue
Violets are Blue...
When she saw the violets lying on her red velvet mattress, she froze up.
The Aisha took a few breaths in, trying to calm herself down and settle her nerves. Placing a hand over the delicate, tiny flowers, wrapped around with a small white ribbon, she scooped them up in her hands and placed them near her heart. Her eyes gazed at them wistfully, as if recalling something.
Perhaps she could accomplish becoming a drama queen instead of a dancer, due to exaggeration, as her mother would've told her. She hated the color blue. No, she didn't hate her mother's good friend or others, and she wasn't racist, and she certainly did not hate her father or the hair she acquired from him in her genetic coding, but a certain Neopet made blue a painful color to her. Especially since the ocean blue of the violets she held in her paws reflected a painful memory from the past.
Sometimes blue was also the color of sorrow, as one of her
The Freaky Fangirl Frenzy - 11
The Freaky Fangirl Frenzy: Part 11
"Mommy," Jeran squeaked, and quickly pushed ALLEGRA to the ground. Her laser fired off and struck the statue, causing it to collapse. Jeran lost his balance and fell in the fountain with a scream, dropping his sword.
"Alright, that's it! Are we a bunch of cowards, or are we men?" Kass roared, waving his sword in the air.
"I'm gonna go with number one," Armin said, his eyes shifting around nervously.
"Kass is right!" Jeran said, standing and picking up his sword. "We gotta fight back! We're not just gonna run like little girls!"
"Didn't we already do that in, like, these past ten parts of the story?" Jacques asked.
"Well, yeah, technically...but who cares?" Jeran bellowed. "It's time to defy death and blaze in glory!"
"I think we're gonna fulfill death and blaze in flames, if you ask me," Armin muttered.
"ENOUGH PUTTING US DOWN!" Jeran ordered, waving his sword. "Alright, men, get into position!"
ALLEGRA was starting to get up.
this is a warning.i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate ships
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
thirstYou tell me to breathe in
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
More to Come, More to LoveMore to come
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
Thinking of you
It was when I swam up to surface
I saw you up on the hill
You looked so handsome and cute
And you almost made me trill
But I just stared up at you
Watching you grip tight
You turned down to look at me
While the sun shone down some light
Our eyes locked, they couldn't part
Then your friend came with help
You took one look before you went up
And then I swam back to my world of kelp
And whilst I swim in these waters
I see you in my head
I really need some rest right now
I think I'll go to bed
But as I sleep, I see a horrible vision
Oh, what will I ever do?
Years have passed and I saw your doom
I just can't stop thinking of you...
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