IchiRuki Fanfic: Cold Death by KataraFan1100, literature
Literature
IchiRuki Fanfic: Cold Death
Has it always been this cold?
Like a still, dieing, breeze?
Rukia's fingers were numb. It was only autumn and yet it felt like harsh winter. She hated the autumn. Leaves were dead. Trees were dead. Her once thriving faith in luck was... dead. "What?" She muttered, suddenly feeling paranoid. "Who believes in pure fate anymore? Who?" A voice echoed out in all directions. There was no one else on this empty street. Rukia was surprised to discover that this voice was her own. For the first time, she had doubt.
"So you intend to tell me that you've forgotten?" This voice was not her own.
"Rukia, don't you remember the promise that we made
Boundaries
I keep wondering night after night... like most humans do..
but about a different subject than most.
What is the purpose of life?
What is there to do?
Why create us?
Humans?
Why?
Is there no boundary between "yesterday" and "today"?
So yesterday would still be today and today yesterday?
That would also mean "tomorrow" would also be "today".
Us, the humans, have only set boundaries where they're aren't any.
Between each 24 "hours", or "24 lengths of time".
But "today", "tomorrow", and "yesterday" are in the same length of time.
All of time has been in one single length, since the beginning.
Therefore, measure of lengt
What is Life?
It's one of my vocabulary words.
And I hate it.
I hate it all.
It seems like everyone rejects me.
The only place I can go to is a dark corner of my room, where worries and horror
cease to exist.
Could life be like this?
Could all creation be like this?
Peaceful?
Only gods could do that.
All I can do is hope.
Hmmph.
Spreading hope in Japan.
Could this get any harder?
IchiRuki Fanfic: Cold Death by KataraFan1100, literature
Literature
IchiRuki Fanfic: Cold Death
Has it always been this cold?
Like a still, dieing, breeze?
Rukia's fingers were numb. It was only autumn and yet it felt like harsh winter. She hated the autumn. Leaves were dead. Trees were dead. Her once thriving faith in luck was... dead. "What?" She muttered, suddenly feeling paranoid. "Who believes in pure fate anymore? Who?" A voice echoed out in all directions. There was no one else on this empty street. Rukia was surprised to discover that this voice was her own. For the first time, she had doubt.
"So you intend to tell me that you've forgotten?" This voice was not her own.
"Rukia, don't you remember the promise that we made
Boundaries
I keep wondering night after night... like most humans do..
but about a different subject than most.
What is the purpose of life?
What is there to do?
Why create us?
Humans?
Why?
Is there no boundary between "yesterday" and "today"?
So yesterday would still be today and today yesterday?
That would also mean "tomorrow" would also be "today".
Us, the humans, have only set boundaries where they're aren't any.
Between each 24 "hours", or "24 lengths of time".
But "today", "tomorrow", and "yesterday" are in the same length of time.
All of time has been in one single length, since the beginning.
Therefore, measure of lengt
What is Life?
It's one of my vocabulary words.
And I hate it.
I hate it all.
It seems like everyone rejects me.
The only place I can go to is a dark corner of my room, where worries and horror
cease to exist.
Could life be like this?
Could all creation be like this?
Peaceful?
Only gods could do that.
All I can do is hope.
Hmmph.
Spreading hope in Japan.
Could this get any harder?
Teasing Gets You Nowhere by PERVYbagel, literature
Literature
Teasing Gets You Nowhere
The nerve of some people! Glenda shouted, fuming.
Yucie and Kokoru laughed silently at Glendas ranting. Cube and Gaga followed behind several feet from the group. Cube was chuckling about Glenda as well.
"Ah, Lady Glenda has always been so over reactive.
Cube looked up to Gaga, who was staring off into space. He snapped his fingers. Gaga blinked and then glanced down at Cube.
Geez, Gaga. You really are getting old. What were you thinking about?
Gaga gave him a glare and shifted his gaze away.
Nothing of importance.
Cube wasnt sure if it was just his imagination, but he though he saw
Miss Williams! Miss Williams!
You'd really best come quick!
The wise men keep on arguing,
And Joseph's just been sick!
The star somehow got broken,
We don't know yet who did it,
Some say that it was Lizzie -
I think it was Ned Pitt.
The girls were playing with Jesus,
And his head somehow came off…
And the boy that sings the solo,
Just got a nasty cough.
The wise men are still bickering,
Over which of them is most wise,
And one really seems to think,
That he's God in disguise.
The shepherds have just lost their sheep,
And don't know what to do –
I don't suppose that you'd know where
To find a random ewe?
Betsy says her t
Asher part one: Ass Probing by TakeMySorrows, literature
Literature
Asher part one: Ass Probing
Obviously, we were in an alien testing facility.
I was trying to tell everyone that, but they just wouldnt listen to me.
I also was constantly asking when they were going to probe something up my ass, but none of them answered my question.
They kept tying me on a bed face down so I figured thats what they were going to do eventually.
Truthfully, though, besides the ass probing, I dont have too much of a problem here. All the people seem nice enough, and I get three square meals a day.
Whats the issue here, people?
Im only trying to escape because everyone else has a problem, and I want to help.
And th
Twas 2 days before Christmas by KataraFan1100, literature
Literature
Twas 2 days before Christmas
Twas the night before the night before Christmas
when all through deviantart
A few creatures were stirring, even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the front page with care,
In hopes that a new deviantation soon would be there;
The deviants were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of artwork danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the website there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
Clicked open the window and threw up the sash.
The logo on the breast of t
Current Residence: Rockville,MD USA deviantWEAR sizing preference: N/A Print preference: N/A Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Piano Favourite photographer: N/A Favourite style of art: Manga/Anime Operating System: N/A MP3 player of choice: I don't even WANT an mp3. Shell of choice: N/A Wallpaper of choice: Red Skin of choice: DA is racist >_<' Favourite cartoon character: Rukia (from Bleach) Personal Quote: "Why do you say the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon?"
Well, here's where I start.
I'm just going to be using this account to comment and favorite, and won't post anything that much.
But just so you know, I'm always around! ^^
A bit of my life right now:
My whole class knows Fireflies by Owl City BY HEART. Including me. One of my friends even made up a dance for it. -_-' We sang the whole song in front of our homeroom teacher. She was literally speechless because our class never does anything together. It shocked me, too! o_o
Listen to Fireflies By Owl City and you'll know it's an awesome song.
And happy New Years!
~The Random Person
Well, I was dead for a time. I'm sorry! I have stuff to do, anime to watch....
and my last journal entry was about a year ago. I'm outdated! :S
I hope I'll see you around some time.
~ The Random Person