I see you coming,
from miles away.
You tell me to leave,
but I wish to stay.
As you get close,
I hear your roar.
I see the lightening,
strike the floor.
Your tears start falling,
before I can react.
My mother keeps calling,
as my clothes stick to my back.
As I start to leave,
I look to your face,
and you open your mouth,
letting the light cover my embrace.
Smiling up at you,
I say to your form,
"Please com back,
Mr. Thunderstorm!"
I first saw them when I was seven. They terrified me, those cold dark eyes. Even as a young girl, I could tell they meant no harm. They were scouts, spys for others more powerful. The shadows, as I began to call them, never left. Sometimes they switched persons, but their eyes never left me. It had been years after I first noticed them when they finally made the choice to interact with me. That night had been like any other, with my head covered by a large pillow. Late, after a barrage of nightmarish visions I had been having for weeks, I heard their feet tap against the hardwood of my bedroom floor. Pulling away my pillow, I found myself sta
FNV- Courier's Story- Prologue by KennedyElizabeth, literature
Literature
FNV- Courier's Story- Prologue
"War. War never changes." Narrator, Fallout: New Vegas
Her head pounding, the Courier looked around, finding herself in a dusty graveyard surrounded by four men. She looks at her hands, seeing rough rope tied around her skinny wrists. Looking up, she mumbled to the man in front of her, but what came out was unintelligible. A glare settled on her as she looked at the four of them, noting their clothing; three in leather, one in an odd looking black and white suit.
A man behind her was holding a shovel, "Benny!" He said to the checked suit man, who seemed to be the leader, "Look who's wakin' up ova' here."
'Khans...' She thought,
I stare at the bulge,
beneath my skin,
it hurts to look,
oh the pain I'm in.
I scream,
I cry,
I wonder why,
this has happened to me.
The doctors say,
its going to be okay,
but in my mind,
I'm going to die.
As they put me to sleep,
I stare into their eyes,
not making a peep,
I pray to see the next night.
I wake up hours later,
still in a daze,
the pain is unbearable,
they say its just a phase.
I watch the gold liquid,
drip through the tube,
my stomach feels queezy,
as the sickness intrudes.
Although the pain kept coming,
i survived through it all,
I can stand and walk,
though i sometimes fall.
So God has helped me t
Can you see it?
Can you not hear?
Our time is coming,
to face our fear.
Our life is just beginning,
and it's our time to shine.
To have all the glory,
in sch a small time.
It won't ever be the same,
when our generation,
rises up against,
all confrontation.
We can't wait,
for someone to start,
we must do it ourselves,
if we are to take part.
It will go down in history,
what we do here,
so lets make it great,
to help others far and near.
We are the future.
We are in our prime.
Use you life wisely,
for this is our time.
I see you coming,
from miles away.
You tell me to leave,
but I wish to stay.
As you get close,
I hear your roar.
I see the lightening,
strike the floor.
Your tears start falling,
before I can react.
My mother keeps calling,
as my clothes stick to my back.
As I start to leave,
I look to your face,
and you open your mouth,
letting the light cover my embrace.
Smiling up at you,
I say to your form,
"Please com back,
Mr. Thunderstorm!"
I first saw them when I was seven. They terrified me, those cold dark eyes. Even as a young girl, I could tell they meant no harm. They were scouts, spys for others more powerful. The shadows, as I began to call them, never left. Sometimes they switched persons, but their eyes never left me. It had been years after I first noticed them when they finally made the choice to interact with me. That night had been like any other, with my head covered by a large pillow. Late, after a barrage of nightmarish visions I had been having for weeks, I heard their feet tap against the hardwood of my bedroom floor. Pulling away my pillow, I found myself sta
FNV- Courier's Story- Prologue by KennedyElizabeth, literature
Literature
FNV- Courier's Story- Prologue
"War. War never changes." Narrator, Fallout: New Vegas
Her head pounding, the Courier looked around, finding herself in a dusty graveyard surrounded by four men. She looks at her hands, seeing rough rope tied around her skinny wrists. Looking up, she mumbled to the man in front of her, but what came out was unintelligible. A glare settled on her as she looked at the four of them, noting their clothing; three in leather, one in an odd looking black and white suit.
A man behind her was holding a shovel, "Benny!" He said to the checked suit man, who seemed to be the leader, "Look who's wakin' up ova' here."
'Khans...' She thought,
I stare at the bulge,
beneath my skin,
it hurts to look,
oh the pain I'm in.
I scream,
I cry,
I wonder why,
this has happened to me.
The doctors say,
its going to be okay,
but in my mind,
I'm going to die.
As they put me to sleep,
I stare into their eyes,
not making a peep,
I pray to see the next night.
I wake up hours later,
still in a daze,
the pain is unbearable,
they say its just a phase.
I watch the gold liquid,
drip through the tube,
my stomach feels queezy,
as the sickness intrudes.
Although the pain kept coming,
i survived through it all,
I can stand and walk,
though i sometimes fall.
So God has helped me t
Can you see it?
Can you not hear?
Our time is coming,
to face our fear.
Our life is just beginning,
and it's our time to shine.
To have all the glory,
in sch a small time.
It won't ever be the same,
when our generation,
rises up against,
all confrontation.
We can't wait,
for someone to start,
we must do it ourselves,
if we are to take part.
It will go down in history,
what we do here,
so lets make it great,
to help others far and near.
We are the future.
We are in our prime.
Use you life wisely,
for this is our time.
Goddess Help the Outcasts by CarinaVahinian, literature
Literature
Goddess Help the Outcasts
Zelda made her way through Din's temple, silently taking in its beauty. She hung her head leaning against one of the many columns looking at the large statue of the Goddess Din. "I don't know if you can hear me. Or if you're even there." she sang, her beautiful voice rang out and she looked to the goddess with silent supplication in her eyes approaching the alter at the foot of the large statue, taking in the smell of incense and the offering of desert flowers that were laid on the alter. The goddess was depicted as a kind and beautiful woman holding a baby Gerudo lovingly with a young Goron clinging to her skirts like a frightened child "I
I am a teenage girl with alot to deal with, just like normal kids do. Parents, siblings, school... and other things unique to who I am. I like to write and draw, like an easy way to calm myself. I also like to read. I would love to publish my own book, but you know, a dreams a dream. I am a person that would fight for my dreams until I get them, even if it takes forever. I am also kind and caring, but if you betray me... I will never trust you again. I love to think, I could stare outside and just think about things forever... It doesn't matter what is may be, I just go inside my mind, most the time I even zone out.
|W|A|L|L|S| These are my walls| they keep me safe| and away from pain| but if you can get close to me| you will see a new person| under my defensive walls| and once my walls are down| I'll let you in| with open arms| and a open heart| forgetting that when you open your heart you only make it easier to strike.| If I let my walls down to you| please don't betray me| because once my walls are down| and my trust betrayed| they go back up| never again to be lowered|
Current Residence: USA Favourite genre of music: rock Favourite style of art: anime MP3 player of choice: ipod Favourite cartoon character: Train Heartnet, Eve (black cat) Personal Quote: Life is a quest to tell a story in the best way anybody ever has
I'm back, but not really posting much. Maybe I will... But I haven't been on my laptop in a while so now I'm beginning to get back on... Yay?
Okay, so if you saw my devi-whateveritscalled, you know about that story idea. I thought of a name. It's after the song that inspired the story. It's going to be called, (drum roll) Past Praying For. ^^ I"m excited.