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2 January Chapter 7Cold. It hadn’t warmed outside a single degree since my last walk outside. I listened to the snow crunching under my boots as a way of clearing my mind and trying to calm down enough to finish the work I hadn’t finished the day before. This was the first thing I had done after waking up and preparing for the day. I couldn’t face Sandree in that condition, or anyone else. I tried to not think about anything to prevent my thoughts from wandering back to Sandree and that dream. It had worked for a while, but I’ve always been inside my mind, constantly thinking. It had always been my escape, but now it was betraying me. I had attempted meditation several times during my walk, but I could never stay focused for long.
But my breaking point, the point where I couldn’t fight it anymore, was when I had reached the spot where Sandree had hugged me. I sank to my knees as tears silently streamed down my face, and I realized something: This would never end. I would con
2 January Chapter 6Betrayal. That’s what it felt like. I had no reason for it, but I still felt it. After I had woken up, I pushed through the hangover and went through my routine like it was any other day. I kept my feelings in check the best that I could manage and avoided Sandree as much as I could that day. However, before I knew it, it was already dark outside once again, and I had some reports that Sandree needed to sign before the end of the day. Reluctantly, I made my way to his room. Without thinking, I opened the door without knocking and I saw him sitting up in his bed with his chest exposed, the blanket covering his lower half. With him was Angelika, who had the blanket pulled up to her chin and appeared to be sleeping. He looked up from some of the papers that he was holding upon hearing the door open.
“Rurik?” Sandree questioned. Something inside of me broke. Why are they sleeping in the same bed? Did they…? Why do I care so much if they did? They’re back t
Tell me, who am I? Let me give you some hints. Remember that girl who commit suicide last year? I was the one who whispered into her ear that everyone would be better off without her. When you had depression for several months, I was the one that told you that you were worthless. That panic over the anthrax hoax last month? I was the one that spread the paranoia. That man that killed his own brother just last week, when they were both trapped in a mine? I was the one that told him it was his life or his brother’s. And most importantly: I’m the one that made you cry. I made her cry. I made him cry. I made them cry. When you had a minor argument with your best friend, I convinced you that it was your fault, and that she would never forgive you. I made you angry at everyone. I made everyone angry at you, or at least, made you think that they were. I made you hate them. I made you afraid of every little “mistake” that you made, and convinced you that you were making
2 January Chapter 523:55. There I was again. As I was the night before, too trapped in my thoughts to sleep or want to. After we had gotten back to mansion, Sandree had left to go take care of something, and I went back to my room. The day had gone by too quickly, and it left me with many confusing questions. What was I feeling? Why was I feeling it? If it really was... THAT, then why was I feeling it so suddenly? Perhaps, I was just mistaking one form of that emotion for another. I saw him as a father and I wasn't used to seeing him that way, of course a new emotion would emerge. But why today of all days? The day where I mourn my mother, or at least, what I should have been doing. Just like many times earlier that day, I found myself feeling guilt amongst the confusion, for not using the day to honor my mother's memory.
23:56. I started to wonder if Sandree would come in again. I scolded myself for thinking that. Why would I want that? But still, half of me wanted him to walk in, and half of me hoped t
2 January Chapter 4“Feeling better yet?” Sandree asked, breaking the silence aside from the sound of crunching snow under our boots. After I had gotten my matroyshka doll and headed back to the living room, I hesitated just outside the door. I didn’t know why, I had no reason to, but I did. I couldn’t shake this horrible feeling that I would I would have to endure something terrible if I went in there. I don’t know how long I stood there for, but eventually Sandree opened the door to see me standing there with my head down, snuggling the doll. I must have looked like a small child, and considering that he was there that day, I can’t help but wonder if he had a flashback of some sort from the sight. His smile faded instantly. He put his hand on my shoulder with a concerned expression and asked if I was okay, to which I responded that I was fine and I just needed some fresh air to clear my thoughts. He nodded in understanding and offered to take a walk with me.
2 January Chapter 3“What is the point of this show?!” I shouted angrily at the screen. I just couldn’t believe how idiotic the people on the show were. After Sandree had apologized earlier that day, we decided to attempt to improve our relationship with each other, but it was still my birthday, so I wasn’t ready to leave the house just yet. So instead we decided to just relax in the living room. At some point we turned on the TV since I never seem to watch anything but the news, and I was curious about what shows were airing right now. We landed on some show that I don’t remember the name of, and I remembered why I don’t watch TV. All that I can tell you about it is that there were some strange malevolent creatures involved and the people were fighting over trivial things despite what was going on around them.
“Fine, we’ll find another show.” It appeared as though he wasn’t enjoying it, either. The next show was even worse, though. It had some f
2 January Chapter 2Tired. I was tired. Everyone at the table for breakfast was tired. After Sandree had shouted “Happy Birthday” I had chased him all over the house, effectively waking everyone up. It was obvious even without that information, though, because everyone had bags under their eyes. I can only assume that mine were the worst. After I had finished chasing him it was 0100, and I spent a few more hours pacing and thinking before I finally collapsed on my bed at some time that I can’t remember. Then I woke up at the same time that I usually do, 0500. In any case, I could tell that today was going to be a long day. However, while I was still thinking about that day, something kept plaguing my thoughts: He put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but he said it anyway. While I knew that it was ignorant of me, I actually started to think that this year would be a little different. But no, it wasn’t. In fact, it was actually worse, because he took the opportunity
2 January Chapter 123:50, January 1. Just 10 more minutes until the anniversary of that wretched day. The day my father killed my mother, all because she gave me a gift for my birthday. I sighed, feeling both anger and grief at the memory. I sat on my bed, repeatedly looking back and forth between the ceiling, the clock, and the matroyska doll that my mother had given me that day. The room was dimly lit, only the moonlight coming through my window and the digital clock allowed me to see anything. 23:51. 9 more minutes. The memory ran over and over again in my mind. I could still see her face so vividly. The dullness in her eyes, the blood, the tears. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillow, but I wasn't going to sleep. I didn't want to. It was then that I heard the door open and the sound of someone walk in and stop just a few feet away from me.
"Hey Rurik?" An older male voice asked in a whisper. I could tell that he was smiling through his tone. It was one that I had become accustomed to: one
Random Written Meme~RULES::
1) Pick 6 characters in any order
2) Don't change the questions
3) Please don't look at the questions while picking characters, it's more fun if you don't!
4) Tag 2-5 people to do the meme (if you want)
5) Have fun!
PICK SIX CHARACTERS::
[Note: These characters are from different stories unless otherwise stated.]
1. "Patches". Patches doesn't have a name, or a gender. The name Patches was given to them by two people they tend to pester a lot. They're very naive and won't know if someone is angry or trying to hurt them unless they are physically attacked. (S)he practically lives on a diet of sugar, and is generally happy-go-lucky. Their appearance is strange, having random patches of different skin colors, and beige hair.
2. Alexa. Alexa is a horror junky living with her hyper roommate Jacky. It's pretty obvious that she's from the south due to her accent, though it isn't the heaviest accent ever. She has a sh
Nike-Censorship Commercial FADE IN:
INT. BASKETBALL COURT - NIGHT
DAVID (20s) is sitting top the bleachers. The room is
completely dark except for a spotlight on him.
He looks up to the camera.
When I was first born they told me
I couldn't do it.
TDAS Re-write episode 8: The Spanish Opposition
Total Drama All-Stars Re-Write
Episode 8: No One Eggspects the Spanish Opposition
Written and Edited by Joey Turner and Tanya Furness
Chris: (Voiceover, recounting last episode’s clips) Last time on Total Drama All-Stars, the island was bathed in a rare blue harvest moon that turns normally sweet creatures into pure evil. Totally unsafe to be out after dark in THAT; so, I made it a night challenge! As they raced, Heather pretended to be affected by the moon, while Cam and his broken specs got ditched by Mike… or WAS it Mike? And Dawn lost her connection with the wild creatures, and then had to be rescued by know-it-all turned lover-boy, Noah; and then they kissed…. AGAIN! In the end, the villains won again; and Brick, who brought back a wounded and traumatized Owen, took an honorable discharge down a dishonorable toilet. And Cameron volunteered to be the other homebound hero for reasons unknown. (Cough) Sierra. (Cough) But, in a final twist, Cameron became the newest
The Second Islanders 4 - Hawaii's Got TalentOur story continues as the Second Island Task Force and Robert Savage are still interviewing candidates for their fourth and final slot. Completely un-enthused by the process, the gang spaces out as one overly muscular hopeful goes on about his math skills using a Powerpoint presentation.
"You see, if you add me to the team, the enemies will only have a 25 per- uh percents chance of winning! Without me you have a, a pre-percents of 44.3-"
"FFFUUUUUU!!!" Thundermuffin neighs impatiently, and she begins to jump around wildly.
"Ugh!" groans Super Ryan. "Will someone shut that horse up? I am trying to ignore this nerdy douche who's has a 0 percent chance of joining our gang."
"Yeah, she almost made me spill my drink!" complained Black, licking booze off her hand.
Without moving from his seat, Robert turns to Thundermuffin and gets an intense look on his face, and she instantly starts calming down.
"What is it, old girl?" Robert asks telepathically, while keeping the same, focused look on h
Real World Newcomers 3: To Shulk or Not to Shulk*fades out of black, showing Villager and Mega Man playing video games*
Villager: *in voice* This is the true story of 10 characters...
*cuts to Wii Fit Trainer, doing yoga*
Wii Fit Trainer: *in voice* Picked to be in Smash Brothers...
*cuts to Rosalina and Palutena, studying*
Rosalina: *in voice* And have their lives taped...
*cuts to Little Mac and Greninja, sparring*
Little Mac: *in voice* To find out what happens...
*cuts to Robin, working on his magic, with Lucina, watching*
Robin: *in voice* When video game characters stopped being nice...
*cuts to Pac, eating*
Pac-Man: *in voice* And started being real. The real world newcomers!
*fade in black*
Greninja: [translated in Pokénese] Recently this afternoon, we had a new roommate for our newcomer dorm, and we are all excited to meet him. Well.....except Lady Palutena.
*everyone but Palutena gathered around Shulk to meet him*
Pac-Man: Hey Paluten
ANIMAL JAM IS DANGEROUSOmg I just really have to say this.
I was thinking out loud and said, "I'm going to go on animal jam."
Then in my sisters manga, Attack on titan, Eren said, "YOU DON'T KNOW IT, BUT YOU'VE STEPPED INTO HELL..!"
Sun Sep 28 13 04 27 2014
Trip, when are you going to get rid of this?
What, Grace... this?
Yes, you know how I feel about it --
I know I know I'll do it right now, alright?!
You know I've had to ask you about this several --
Get off my back! I'll get rid of it in just a minute!
Fine, Trip... fine...
(Trip opens the front door.)
Hey! I thought I heard someone out here! God it's been so long since we've seen you! -- (interrupted)
Well come on in...
No, no, here we are!
Hi! How are you? Oh god it's been such a long time!
So, come in, make yourself at home...
I'm just going to go close the door.
Heh heh, Tim, seeing you brings back good memories, you know?
(Trip closes the front door.)
Cream and co go camping! part 3-later that night-
Tails: *hears a noise and wakes up* huh? *pokes sonic's sleeping bag* sonic I can't sleep
Sonic: *wakes up* tails i'm tired, if it's cause of shadows story then just don't worry about it, it's fake.
Tails: you sure
Sonic: yes now good night *falls back asleep in sleeping bag*
Tails: you know what I'm going to find out what that noise is *goes out of tent and hears a creepy sound coming from the forest* maybe I should get cream *goes to cream's tent* cream pssst cream!
Cream: *wakes up* huh? mr.tails it's late, what is it?
Tails: theirs a sound coming from the forest and I think it's approaching the camp site, we have to stop it
Cream: can't we just wake up everyone and tell them that we need to evacuate?
Tails: tried it with sonic, it didn't work
Cream: well let me try it with my mama *pokes vanilla's sleeping bag* mama, get up please
Vanilla: i'm tired dear, we'll talk in the morning.. *goes back to sleep*
Cream: dang it your right tails looks like we have
Cinema Spotlight: World War ZCinema spotlight: World War Z
(Note: I will not be making comparisons to the books in these reviews.)
We all love zombies. Whether its being scared shitless of them or blowing the shit out of them regardless. Is it the fact that they're dead but alive, family and friends turned mindless abominations, or the threat of armageddon? I cant say for certain but I can say for certain that World War Z is over-hyped bland cinema shit.
As one of my favourite reviewers Screen Junkies put it, it should be retitled Brad Pitt Zombie Movie. Cause thats basically it just Pitt saving the world running and shooting stuff.
Now i dont mind Pitt as an actor and i couldnt care less about media moguls private or not so private lives. Hes done some good movies, Troy, Fight Club, Seven Years in Tibet but his performance in this is just lackluster. You can literally feel him just waiting for the director to say cut so he can hand him his check. The other characters are bland cuttouts around for only
Script For 'First Day' Script
Characters: Glenn (Male), Huldra (female), Nick (Male) [Cocky], and background characters
*Glenn and Huldra are standing in the classroom, talking about stuff. Nick is standing close by, but not a part of their conversation.*
Glenn: Ugh, first day of school.
Huldra: I know. It sucks. Can’t wait to be overloaded with homework. (sarcasm)
Glenn: I know. My name’s Glenn. Yours?
Huldra: Huldra. Nice to meet you.
Nick: [Turns around and looks at them.] Whoa, hold on a minute. Did I hear you right? [Laughs a bit, and looks at Huldra.] Your name is Huldra?
Huldra: [A little offended] …Yeah.
Nick: [Bursts out laughing.] Oh my god! Your name is so weird!
Huldra: [Hurt, but hides it behind indifference. Voice shakes a little.] I was named after a creature from Norse mythology.
Nick: [Still laughing.] That’s even weirder! You’re a monster, then?! [Laughs even harder.]
Glenn: [Not am
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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