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Behold a LifeThe silence was cold.Behold a Life
That, or the cold was silent. Vyrus couldn’t determine which bothered him more.
The cold was something he was accustomed to, something that could be a considered a part of him; he knew the frigid, numb chill, the harsh hopelessness that had wracked through his body so many times before. Even the chill of death was familiar to him, and its cruel decisions to let him live again and again. He was used to silence as well. It and the cold seemed to go hand in hand, for with the chill of hopelessness came the silence he knew all too well; the silence that reminded him he was alone.
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by ~Heartless--Decieved
ListenI am here.Listen
Ice cold showers and Frigid morning hours and Long lonely days and Dim sunlit rays and Crimson painted nights Don't leave me Hold me tight.
Neon blinding signs and Endless thirsting lines and Lustful easy vices and Final fatal prices and Dishonest tainted skin Apologies aren't payment Penance for my sin
Rapid frenzied heartbeats and Mistakes played by repeats and Mindless fractured thought and Innocent chaos wrought and Fragile trusts betrayed I'm different I am afraid.
Forc
by ~Heartless--Decieved
The Boy's Republic"Why is it so dark?"The Boy's Republic
There was a dull thud and a yelp of pain; a shower of sparks lit up the darkness briefly. A rebuke of disapproval followed. “Vyrus.”
“What? It’s not like he’ll remember being hit in five seconds in anyway.”
The trio took a moment to look about for any source of light, though it wasn’t much of an effort, considering the pitch black that inhibited any useful movement. It hadn’t been too much of a challenge to get into the door—as soon as the stampede of contestants had begun, Panic had taken off screaming, sparks and bolts of hot-white elect
by ~Heartless--Decieved
Exchange Audition: ForewordA bird hopped across the vast expanse of white, an ebony smear on an immaculate canvas. Its pointed mouth moved but sound ceased to escape it; this world was soundless and empty. Slowly, hesitantly, with short and cautious spurts of flight, it made its way to a solid place where two canvases met, a corner, with a hunched figure wrapped in its comfort. It, too, wore white; its limbs were restrained, its arms locked back so that it could not so much as shift its position without seeming awkward and graceless. It was seemingly motionless aside from the steady breathing pushing its chest gently up and down. Through unruly black hair, two sharp, hExchange Audition: Foreword
by ~Heartless--Decieved
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dear self,1. tomorrow is not worth waiting for.dear self,
sure, there will be sunshine (with a slight chance of rain) and sure, some kid will be smiling, and yes, life is still moving on,
but it's not like anyone cares.
2. you just want someone to love you,
misery and tears and all. maybe you could spend saturdays curled up under the covers, memorizing
the patterns of breathing. maybe you could count the seconds but the problem is that there would never be enough, the problem is that
there's nothing there to love.
by ~Amertie
i hope that made you laughMy world feels surreal or distant or some kind of different It makes these feelings seem farther away As if I’m watching someone else feel them An all too familiar pang of jealousy, and then of guilt, and then of nothing Because I don’t want to admit that I did this to myself Not that it matters, because I didn’t do much If this is pain, then it’s dull and persistent As opposed to the sharp and fickle pain of the past That came in bursts and has never quite left me alone This follows me steadily, haunting me, taunting me And I hear a goodbye stuttered weakly in thi hope that made you laugh
by ~bronsautracks
GodThere is a God. I have seen him snap the necks Of children and inspect their hollow remains. Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there. No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush Of blood, a blackened jet. Their mouths had not yet learnt how toGod
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.
There is no use lying to a child who when asking For God, finds only silence.
He is not interested in them. The purity sickens. There's a boredom in innocence that causes him To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on
by =thewesternwoods
Fur-lessI see them All dressed up like fur-less lionesses in leopard lingerie Like death warmed over in sleek red heels And black lace garters with their legs chained and locked togetherFur-less
But everyone has a key
They're the ones retching in public bathroom stalls Hair done up to keep it from hitting the floor
It won't keep them from hitting the bottom Rock bottom
I want to be them Because I'm at the bottom and I'm not as pretty I'm not as ready for giving And giving and giving
I didn't empty my stomach
I didn't fall down a dark path of peer
by ~Fscene8
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i feel incredibly ashamed.
just short on time and exhausted, not a good combination; i literally fell asleep while trying to finish my entry. like, face on the keyboard and everything.
i'm so sorry. but, long story short, your entry was fucking fantastic. you would have won regardless. C: you did an amazing job.
it was awesome to have you as an opponent.
i'll still be posting my would-be entry when i am done.
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...That makes me feel kinda fuzzy. No joke. I'm so glad you liked it, your characters were a ball to work with.
Awesome, I can't wait to read it!
Sorry you had to forfeit, I really am. <3
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:'D
IT IS AN HONOR.
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As we established already, WE'RE GONNA ROCK THIS TOWN, ROCK IT INSIDE OUT.
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