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Hit“When I look into your eyes,Hit
I see your pain and anger I ask if I can help you but I feel your temper flare.
so I guess I’ll just accept it, and leave you to your pain.
If we’ve slipped this far today, then what about tomorrow? When you don’t seem to see me; and you never hear my cry. And I can never reach you, no matter how I try.
But since it makes you feel good
and you planned to anyway. Just go ahead and hit me So go ahead and hit me
just like yesterday! Just like every day.
If we’ve
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TriggerMama, oh dear Mama, I’m not sure what I have done, But I’ve changed my future history, With the trigger of my gun I’ve never liked the city life I never liked the pain And my heart is sinking deeper with the rising of the sun.Trigger
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StrongerI’ve lived my life, the whole thing through On wicked city streets Where dark prevails despite the Sun Daily watching as the weak Fall victim to the Strong. Stronger yet have I become, From wading in the blood Of friend and foe of kin and me Death cannot be undoneStronger
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| I do not plan to develop this Idea, so if it inspires you to write a story, comic, or art, feel free, just credit me, and tell me about your work. If it’s not written here, it’s open to interpretation… Cinder _____ (last name up to you) Hair: Black, straight, long Eyes: Pale grey Skin: Medium Tan Height: 6’2” Build: Lean, athletic He is not Gay, so do not write him as such. Other characters sure. Set-up: His parents were married for several years, waiting until they could afford a house before having children. They had lived in their unpretentious house for less than a year when they got pregnant, a contractor working on the house stored materials incorrectly, starting a fire while they were sleeping. When the fire was contained, the fire fighters enter and race to part of the house, led by the pained wailing of a newborn child, slightly burned on hot embers. The mother is barely alive and when she sees the infant boy for the first time, she whispers something. A fire fighter leans closer, she rasps the word again, with her dying breath. Cinder. The father was found later; dead. The boy is taken in by the family of his paternal Uncle. Family includes; Uncle, Aunt, 2 cousins. He looks related and many mistake him for a child of this couple. His life is fairly normal. He enters a high school where his story is not well known, and he is plagued with ‘Cinderella’ jokes, until a literature class assignment is given; they are to write a short piece about an event that shaped their lives. He tells the story of his birth. Much of the harassment stops. At some time he saves the life of an old woman. She tells him that as a reward for his actions, he will become stronger than he can believe, and that he will not die by design or misfortune. Not that anyone believes in magic, but his friends call it a blessing, he is not so sure, the woman was angry when she said it. After the ‘blessing’, he slowly gets stronger – extra humanly strong; and all that entails – speed, endurance and coordination. He begins to heal on a sliding scale, the worse the injury the faster he heals, healing slows as damage is repaired. He first becomes more daring, then reckless – then mad. |
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i live in wichita
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Better to be outside looking in than trapped inside...
that sounds just like the area we live in.. no sense
It got sunny, I cut a few roses to take inside, 'cause the Dr. ordered me to go home immediately, and take my Meds that I was already on, and lie down. So I did, I've slept pretty much the rest of the day, and through the night.
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Better to be outside looking in than trapped inside...
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"I Don't have time for dreaming because I have to work hard to make my dreams come true."- Ville Valo
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why isn't there another word for thesaurus?
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This is the end of life as we know it...
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Better to be outside looking in than trapped inside...
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This is the end of life as we know it...
Did this emoticon show up? sometimes they do, mostly they don't I think I'm not doing it right.....
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Better to be outside looking in than trapped inside...
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Better to be outside looking in than trapped inside...
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"Imagination rules the world." - Napoleon Bonaparte
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~Those talked over oft times make the best writers.
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yeah, I'm one of those "I really like this, good job!" critics. So sue me...
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I support: =DailyLitDeviations *100ThemesChallenge ~Prompt-A-Day ~CollabLit
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It's just a walk on the sand...
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