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the first to arrive, the first to leave, but what I need- is You, -whoever that shall be.

She was supposed to be right; love was supposed to win, and the world was supposed to be a loving, kind place. That's what she was told; that's what she told herself. That's what she believed. I write because I was wrong, but mostly because love and kindness isn't. I write because I still have hope, and hope does something. When I've been in so much pain, when I write this poem in pain, Hope looks me in the eyes and says "do something." Hope can't fix everything, but when hope inspires to do something... And I see I wasn't supposed to be right, I was just supposed to do something after I was wrong.

Chapter 7 In the Nick of Time “Are you sure about this?” Booker asked, holding the glass-fronted helmet sceptically, “I’ve done a lot of crazy things in my time, but taking a walk in space is a new one.” The private investigator was standing in the Normandy’s forward airlock, already wearing a bulky spacesuit and magnetic boots. With him was the ship’s silver-haired medical officer, Karin Chakwas. “You’re the only person here who can do it,” Doctor Chakwas replied, taking the helmet and placing it over his head. “Are you kidding lady? Up until yesterday, I didn’t even know space travel was possible!” “And I didn’t know that different universes existed until yesterday. We’re all learning new things Mr. DeWitte.” She locked the helmet into place and there was a rush of air as the suit pressurised. Booker sighed. The ship’s computer had detected something moving around the ship’s hull. They had not been able to get any images of it, but they knew it needed to be removed before

How can we admire a clipped Rose? It is not that she is removed from the earth of her birth, Or from her sisters and mothers that cultivated her. But rather that, in an abrasive gesture, we admire her without her thorns. What are we teaching our Daughters? That we live in a world where submission is held in the regard of womanhood? And that as natural creatures, they should be culled of their natural design? And be kept in manners that would illicit their silence? Just as ours has been evoked by absence of testimony to this regard. I would not have our Roses clipped. I would have them bear their thorns. For I believe they have them, So that each Rose can grow separate and apart among the bush. And so that each Rose, in this fashion, grows unique and pleasing. And in consequence the entire bush is reaped of singular sights. With each stem growing so as not to harm its sisters. And each stem being insured in this regard that it will receive its full batch of luminous Sun. And be

The Lords of Sherad for 'The Worldmenders' Saga' by Yurix ----------------------- Nicolas Rexsyn: "You want to know about Yadrake? ...Yeah, that's his actual name. We call him 'Sir Yad' 'cause it's easier to remember. Where should I start..." "Well, apparently, he was the tenth in line of the Samshire family. Yod... something. Anyways. He had a falling out of the family because of how terribly they treated the Naturayans and all animal folk. Moniae, Minks... even us Rex." "He ditched the family and travelled here. Apparently, the guy had a little family with him: a woman and their child. He started using his name and influence in the Underground to find slavers and... well... y'know the reputation we Rexes have, right?" "Of course, the family was furious. One of their own, ripping the slave markets apart and freeing captives? So... one day, he came back alone from a mission. We thought he left his wife and girl somewhere... but then he started lashing out at everyone. He also

Decided to refresh my commission info! Here you go: Examples of my work: ( 1, 2, 3 ) I also have this tumblr account specifically for my writings. As you can see, I am capable of doing both short stories and multiple-chapter stories. I am very flexible in general. Fandoms I am most familiar with: Dragon Age Mass Effect Assassin's Creed Witcher Amnesia Okami RWBY Disney Transformers (specify universe) Historical fiction LOTR/the Hobbit/The Silmarillion GoT X - Files Harry Potter Percy Jackson Twilight Warriors Silent Hill Supernatural ATLA/ATLK Hetalia Pokemon/Digimon Star Trek Star Wars MLP The Labyrinth Lovecraftian horror Mortal Kombat Marvel/DCU Steven Universe FNAF League of Legends Don't Starve Kingdom Hearts Sonic the Hedgehog Final Fantasy (VII/VIII/X) Dragon Ball Z Bleach Fullmetal Alchemist Sailor Moon Tomb Raider DnD Skyrim Overwatch Resident Evil Alien Predator (franchise) Fire Emblem Doki Doki Literature Club! Yu-Gi-Oh! And if you don’t see a fandom here you can ask

December 31st, Imperial Year 393 And here we are, New Friend, entering into another year, and starting a fresh journal. That being you. I often question why I bother to keep a journal. Or even how I formed such a habit. From the time we left the shining gas lights of Brunnen twelve years ago, my life has been one of isolation and repetition. The tutor comes for lessons twice a week, droning on, and on, and on about the history of the Empire, and the lies that its enemies tell about magic and monsters. "Fear tactics," says he. "Propaganda to control our perspective of them." I don't think it works, the only fear I have is another lesson with him. And then there are the glorious days Father allows us to venture into Eaux Reves with him, otherwise I should think there were no other humans left on the island. Only one of us may go, it's a distraction to him otherwise, but it's still a reprieve I crave so. Mother's health is continuing to decline as she spends weeks at a time in

Despite our lives dragged around in the craziest times Where the tiniest thing makes us ignore our smiles With no reason or rhyme, all the time Despite the deaths, those that shock and that make us cry Or the one that one day, will be our last good-bye Then I will cross my heart, hope to die In spite of love that brings us all a mountain of hope Or that hurts like the noose at the end of the rope That far too quickly ends, 'round the bends In spite of hate turnin' 'round to slap us on the fly And the dregs that go fat with this moldy pie Then I will cross my heart, hope to die, hope to die 'long as I open my eyes I will search up to the skies The breach that leads out of these mines The light in the darkest of times 'Long as my steps lead the way I will carry on without sway Hoping this hope never goes dry Then I will cross my heart, hope to die In spite of fails and defeats, things that slip on by Small mistakes, big torments, leaving us high and dry And catches us off-guard, 'if

(Intended to be read very fast) A smidgen of religion flew off with a carrier pigeon into bourgeoisie sea of potpourri The only thing that was a guarantee was that everyone would disagree Many felt god was just a facade to keep us in pods with a control rod until we are buried underneath their green sod Tighten the dog collar live in squalor while chasing after the mighty dollar The resident president came on the news spilling moronic thoughts like black liquid ooze We can no longer ignore that the marine corps needs to be deployed There are so many nations causing complications with all our pre-conceived expectations Our relations should be one of confrontation accusations and allegations More money for the corporations justifies our continuous occupations We will not be deterred by ramifications public relations, demonstrations, or publications There will be no negotiations Don’t worry about the cause or any laws Just join in the applause and wave that flag proudly upon

Little Life Left By J.C. Solis I do not have now much longer to live I’ve already given what I could give I do not know what awaits for me now As the curtains close and I take a bow What I did in life had no consequence The good I’d do with no second thought hence I want to know whether I will mourned Whether in good grace or filled with great scorn Just know that I die accepting Death’s call Because, in the end, the Grim comes for all Just know I was happy with what I had Filled with emotions, from Sad, Mad, and Glad As I take this bow and descend to the grave Just know that I join Death with a heart brave…