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Posted 9/1/08

kingmole wrote:

Heres something i thought we could all enjoy :D...let me know if u wanna be in the story
Actually i thought i could make this story more interesting if i used people from these very forums. I did my best to match their personalities to the actual person. Some of it will be from my imagination aswell but u know....just for fun and jokes. send me a message if u want to be in it. iv already added some people i know to the first chapter. P.S. i still got some characters to fill in so let me know asap if u wanna be in the story :)!

its action adventure lol! LOL @_@; hope u enjoy



Chapter one - the blind maN, the dark figure and the Silly girl.



*laughing* poor me indeed xD thanks to you i feel a bit talkative and annoying now xD hehehe but i really love your story so far^^
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Finally i'm posting something...after a looooong time...Hope you guys will read and tell me what do you think

FIRST CHAPITRE

MID DAY. We sat there on the bench like the day of our first date, watching passers-by from the corner of our eyes. It was a day like this too, our first date. I stole a glance at his face and diverted my eyes as he glanced back, pretending to study the ground. It was not a rare sight; the white ground. Not when it is the second week of winter. As I continued staring at my sneakers, snow covering the tips of those favourite shoes of mine, I noticed how freezing cold it has gotten. I put my hands, which were then set neatly on my lap, being entangled together since the last forty minutes or so into the pockets of my sweater. "LOL," I said, when he sneezed out loud. "Sorry," he murmured. Then, silence filled the air. Sighing, I moved my head a little and cast a quick glance at his face. Even today, my heart skipped when I looked at those brown eyes, lashes fluttering as he moved his pupils to look at the ground, resting his soft gaze on the whiteness of it. I looked away just as quickly as I looked at him, fearing that I might get a heart attack if I don't. "Urm," I began. I glanced again to see if he was giving any reaction. None whatsoever. "How long are we going to sit like this?" I finally asked. "I don't know," His answer came as a mumbling."Shall we go back?" I asked again. "No," he answered. "Aren't you cold?" Another question from me. "I am," he muttered. "Then shall we go back?" Back to the first question. "No." answered him. Another long silence after that. The two of us watched all those people in the park retreated slowly to whatever cosiness they have at home as the temperature dropped even lower.

"I'm cold." Again, I was the one breaking the ice. "Sorry." he said. "Shall we go back now?" I asked restlessly. "No." answered him firmly. "But we're not doing anything! It's been an hour already! And it's freezing cold!!" There, I started my whining already. "I know. But, no." he said stubbornly. "You're mean." I accused him loudly. He looked up from the ground and to my horror, fixed his full attention to me. "Wh-what?" I stuttered. He did not answer. Instead, he started to take off his own sweater and put it over my head. I was silent for a few minutes, feeling grateful for the warmth his sweater sent to me. Then, the sadness crept up my soul again. I pulled his sweater from my head slowly and put it back on his lap. "You ruined my hair." I said, swallowing hard. I avoided his stare. "Let's go back." I suggested plain and clear. "NO." he answered. "Then, stay here! I'm going home." I said, raising my voice. As I started to stand up, he said something that made me stop. "The flight's tonight," A droplet of tear escaped from my eye. "Stupid sand," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. I could feel his eyes on me. "Stay," he said in his soft voice, begging but not begging. "Stupid sand," I muttered again, my voice breaking into a sob.
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Oh, yeah..cool avi (mine. XXD)
Posted 10/26/08
I was bored and I stumbled on this little book by some ancient guy from the 1940's or something XD A.J.Cronin.
And found a great little story,, anyways i inputted some points and I tried to make it as short as possible (fear of u the readers falling asleep halfway)

-- Don't Be Sorry For Yourself!--


On the Channel Island of Jersey, on a cliff overlooking the harbour a century ago, when Victor Hugo was in exile, ill, persecuted by his beloved France, it was here that he climbed every evening and, gazing into the sunset he would select a peddle and cast it with satisfaction, into the water beneath.
This behavior did not escape the notice of some children who played nearby, and one evening a little girl stepped forward. "why do you come here to throw these stones?" The great writer was silent; then he smiled gravely. "Not stones, my child. I am throwing self-pity into the sea."
In this symbolic act there is a powerful lesson for the world of today. So many of us, despite our advantages, have developed to a degree the capacity of being sorry for ourselves. We are ever alert to find cause for personal grievance in the working of our social system. The small things like the unpunctual morning train, bad weather, are like provocatie of our woe. We dwell on the difficulties and dangers, the tension, relationships and complexities of modern life. In essence, the basis of self-pity is selfishness. People who are sorry for themselves can never be truly sorry for others. No living creature is more to be pitied than the human who thinks that their personal points and problems constitute the center of the cosmos. Doubt and fear are born in the darkness of self-pity, and if we yield to them we thwart ourselves at every step. We shall reach full stature only when we cease to complain. When we no longer protest against circumstances, but begin to use them as an aid to our progress, then shall we discover the hidden power and possibilities within ourselves.
Consider how countless unknown, ordinary people, shinobies have overcome illness, hardships, continuous pain, and lived their lives cheerfully, successfully, in an unsung epic of uncomplaining heroism. Consider this and then, if you dare, be sorry for yourself!
Our thoughts have the power to make or unmake us. But we may shape the tools to build for ourselves a wold of joy and peace. To think less of ourselves and more of others; to count our blessings in this fruitful land; to discipline our minds against self-commiseration; anxiety, the gifts of life? They are all around us, passed over by so many-------the beauty of a sunset or of the stars at night, the tranquil delights of a country walk, the budding of the trees in spring.

-----And if, despite all this, we should find ourselves in danger of succumbing to an attack of private misery,-----, remind yourself of old Victor Hugo and his evening rite upon that cliff. To enact it, simply gather your sorrows together, visualize them as a stone, and throw them deep into the sea with all your strength........... You will feel million times better. ;)
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Posted 10/26/08 , edited 10/26/08

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I was bored and I stumbled on this little book by some ancient guy from the 1940's or something XD A.J.Cronin.
And found a great little story,, anyways i inputted some points and I tried to make it as short as possible (fear of u the readers falling asleep halfway)

-- Don't Be Sorry For Yourself!--


On the Channel Island of Jersey, on a cliff overlooking the harbour a century ago, when Victor Hugo was in exile, ill, persecuted by his beloved France, it was here that he climbed every evening and, gazing into the sunset he would select a peddle and cast it with satisfaction, into the water beneath.
This behavior did not escape the notice of some children who played nearby, and one evening a little girl stepped forward. "why do you come here to throw these stones?" The great writer was silent; then he smiled gravely. "Not stones, my child. I am throwing self-pity into the sea."
In this symbolic act there is a powerful lesson for the world of today. So many of us, despite our advantages, have developed to a degree the capacity of being sorry for ourselves. We are ever alert to find cause for personal grievance in the working of our social system. The small things like the unpunctual morning train, bad weather, are like provocatie of our woe. We dwell on the difficulties and dangers, the tension, relationships and complexities of modern life. In essence, the basis of self-pity is selfishness. People who are sorry for themselves can never be truly sorry for others. No living creature is more to be pitied than the human who thinks that their personal points and problems constitute the center of the cosmos. Doubt and fear are born in the darkness of self-pity, and if we yield to them we thwart ourselves at every step. We shall reach full stature only when we cease to complain. When we no longer protest against circumstances, but begin to use them as an aid to our progress, then shall we discover the hidden power and possibilities within ourselves.
yourself!


that was a nice one...made me smile and think a little more deeply......thanks for shareing that bit of knowledge! GJ :D
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Posted 10/26/08

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Finally i'm posting something...after a looooong time...Hope you guys will read and tell me what do you think

FIRST CHAPITRE

MID DAY. We sat there on the bench like the day of our first date, watching passers-by from the corner of our eyes. It was a day like this too, our first date. I stole a glance at his face and diverted my eyes as he glanced back, pretending to study the ground. It was not a rare sight; the white ground. Not when it is the second week of winter. As I continued staring at my sneakers, snow covering the tips of those favourite shoes of mine, I noticed how freezing cold it has gotten. I put my hands, which were then set neatly on my lap, being entangled together since the last forty minutes or so into the pockets of my sweater. "LOL," I said, when he sneezed out loud. "Sorry," he murmured. Then, silence filled the air. Sighing, I moved my head a little and cast a quick glance at his face. Even today, my heart skipped when I looked at those brown eyes, lashes fluttering as he moved his pupils to look at the ground, resting his soft gaze on the whiteness of it. I looked away just as quickly as I looked at him, fearing that I might get a heart attack if I don't. "Urm," I began. I glanced again to see if he was giving any reaction. None whatsoever. "How long are we going to sit like this?" I finally asked. "I don't know," His answer came as a mumbling."Shall we go back?" I asked again. "No," he answered. "Aren't you cold?" Another question from me. "I am," he muttered. "Then shall we go back?" Back to the first question. "No." answered him. Another long silence after that. The two of us watched all those people in the park retreated slowly to whatever cosiness they have at home as the temperature dropped even lower.

"I'm cold." Again, I was the one breaking the ice. "Sorry." he said. "Shall we go back now?" I asked restlessly. "No." answered him firmly. "But we're not doing anything! It's been an hour already! And it's freezing cold!!" There, I started my whining already. "I know. But, no." he said stubbornly. "You're mean." I accused him loudly. He looked up from the ground and to my horror, fixed his fill attention to me. "Wh-what?" I stuttered. He did not answer. Instead, he started to take off his own sweater and put it over my head. I was silent for a few minutes, feeling grateful for the warmth his sweater sent to me. Then, the sadness crept up my soul again. I pulled his sweater from my head slowly and put it back on his lap. "You ruined my hair." I said, swallowing hard. I avoided his stare. "Let's go back." I suggested plain and clear. "NO." he answered. "Then, stay here! I'm going home." I said, raising my voice. As I started to stand up, he said something that made me stop. "The flight's tonight," A droplet of tear escaped from my eye. "Stupid sand," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. I could feel his eyes on me. "Stay," he said in his soft voice, begging but not begging. "Stupid sand," I muttered again, my voice breaking into a sob.


aichi!! haha how cute
Posted 10/28/08

kingmole wrote:


altanah wrote:

I was bored and I stumbled on this little book by some ancient guy from the 1940's or something XD A.J.Cronin.
And found a great little story,, anyways i inputted some points and I tried to make it as short as possible (fear of u the readers falling asleep halfway)

-- Don't Be Sorry For Yourself!--


On the Channel Island of Jersey, on a cliff overlooking the harbour a century ago, when Victor Hugo was in exile, ill, persecuted by his beloved France, it was here that he climbed every evening and, gazing into the sunset he would select a peddle and cast it with satisfaction, into the water beneath.
This behavior did not escape the notice of some children who played nearby, and one evening a little girl stepped forward. "why do you come here to throw these stones?" The great writer was silent; then he smiled gravely. "Not stones, my child. I am throwing self-pity into the sea."
In this symbolic act there is a powerful lesson for the world of today. So many of us, despite our advantages, have developed to a degree the capacity of being sorry for ourselves. We are ever alert to find cause for personal grievance in the working of our social system. The small things like the unpunctual morning train, bad weather, are like provocatie of our woe. We dwell on the difficulties and dangers, the tension, relationships and complexities of modern life. In essence, the basis of self-pity is selfishness. People who are sorry for themselves can never be truly sorry for others. No living creature is more to be pitied than the human who thinks that their personal points and problems constitute the center of the cosmos. Doubt and fear are born in the darkness of self-pity, and if we yield to them we thwart ourselves at every step. We shall reach full stature only when we cease to complain. When we no longer protest against circumstances, but begin to use them as an aid to our progress, then shall we discover the hidden power and possibilities within ourselves.
yourself!


that was a nice one...made me smile and think a little more deeply......thanks for shareing that bit of knowledge! GJ :D
thank you

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Here is a Vampire-Love story for you,

it is called: A Vampire's Kiss

A dark night! A girl has been born and taken to the fortune teller. After all, that was the tradition of that village (18th Century), The fortune teller tells the parents that their daughter is going to experience forbidden love on the age of 17, and is going to experience a forbidden act. The mother crying, and the father holding the mother, the night changed.

17 years later, Elizabeth, the cursed girl, enters her house and sees an envelop, she opens it and sees a letter from her parents, "I hope that you are not angry at us, but we only want to protect ourselves, enjoy your life, your parents"

At the same time, we move on to Jack, a boy, but not a normal human. A vampire in fact. Trapped in the mansion on the top of the hill, he wishes he could go out into the outside world and see what kind of "terrible and scary" people his mother has told him about. Everyday, looking at the dark sky, wishing if he could see the sun for a minute, he thought "But if I saw the sun, then I would burn" and his mother walks in, his wishes are all locked up now. and so his mother started talking about how the vampire tradition goes. A vampire find the right and best companion, they get married, and live for a hundred years. Each survive on each others blood. But once that person gets chosen, you can not change your choice.

The Next night, Elizabeth was walking next to the border of the village, when she saw something moving, she runs to the forest outside the village. She runs in pursuing the thing she saw. until she was in the middle of the forest. A hollow place surrounded by trees. She then says "Please come out, I am not afraid of you." and Jack appears from behind the tree, and then they start introducing themselves. Then a bat flies towards Elizabeth and bites her finger. Blood comes out, and she noticed that Jack's behavior has somewhat changed. She closes her eyes for a second, then she opens them, but Jack is no where to be found. Without thinking she just came by again the next night, and the one after it, for a whole week. And Jack has always come and they would find something new everyday. Then he suddenly asks her if he could walk her back to her home. She didnt want him to, but he insisted! So they went back, and on her house, were all writings that said either "Cursed Woman" or "Go Away". He felt sorry for her, and the next morning, when she woke up, she could find any of her belongings, She was really frustrated and left the house, to find out that was in mansion, she ran down the stairs, and to the dining room. She sees Jack sitting down, and A woman, who she presumes is his mother. She kept asking him questions like, where she was, and how did all her belongings come here. He told her that he wanted her to live with them, and they both lived together for a while to the fact that they both started having feeling for each other. Although she didnt know he was a vampire, he kept it a secret from her.

One morning, she walks across the street in the village, and sees a poster that announces that there will be a dance ball in one week. The thing that Elizabeth was paying attention to was, "at midnight". She rushed the mansion and told Jack about it. He accepted her invitation.

A week after, she realizes that there is no dress that fits her well. The someone was knocking on her door. She opens the door and Jack's mother was standing in front of her. The mother hands over a red dress to Elizabeth and tells her to wear it. While Elizabeth was wearing it, she asked the mother about Jack's father. And the mother told Elizabeth that his father has passed away for a long time. Then the butler knocks the door and shouts that Jack is waiting at the front door. Elizabeth apologizes and leaves the room.

Jack was astonished by Elizabeth's beauty. They both complement each other. and then they both head to the ball. At the ball, everyone was surprised that Elizabeth was there with a man that has never appeared in that village. And in an instance no one even cared and started dancing. Then Jack kisses Elizabeth, then she kisses him back and continue dancing.

Back home, Elizabeth was walking up to her room and over heard the conversation between Jack and his mother. The mother was pressuring Jack to chose Elizabeth as his partner and Jack didnt want her suffer. and during that time, Elizabeth has realized/found out that Jack was a vampire.

She asks the butler to call Jack out to the backyard. and when Jack came out he was surprised that Elizabeth had a bag with her. He asked her about it, and she told him that she is leaving the mansion because she wants to do what's best for him, he tries to stop her. She turns around and walks away. and Jack runs and hugs her from the back and kept asking her to stay. She refused and gave him back the ribbon he has given her and gave him one last kiss. The she leaves towards the village.

She over heard the villagers talking about a vampire in a mansion on top of a hill and they all held weapons and planned to kill that vampire. She realizes that Jack is not going to fight back because he is heart broken and she runs to the mansion. unfortunately she was late and the villages surrounded the mansion. One of the tried to kill Jack by throwing a knife at him. She ran and stood in front of Jack. she got stabbed. She fell down. and Jack was in trauma. He tries to talk to her and she doesnt answer. So he bit her neck first. Then he rubbed the blood on his mouth. Bites his arm and keeps the blood in his mouth. Then he kisses Elizabeth, inserting the blood into her. The villagers ran away in fear.

Ending one:



Ending Two:


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i'll just post a rough draft of my work here...'cause i don't really think it's that neat.I mean...some guys in here are really good in writing so...uhmmm...if you got time...please tell me where i can improve at...or how does this simple rough draft seems to be?...'cause im really a newbie in writing...


Why does the sun rise?

Why does the rain fall?

Why do people live?


Chapter 7: An Epilogue’s start

It was raining hard and all I can see was his blurry shadow leaving this darkened room. The tears that fell from the sky synchronized with the fountain flowing from my eyes. I gather all my strength and probably, yes, probably, my courage to breath- to be still…to live or at least to seem to live. They say man is a rational being. I often try to convince myself of that. MAN IS A RATIONAL BEING. I clouded my mind with these words, trying to intoxicate all that is in me. And yet, though I tried so hard, harder than I could ever imagine, my body betrayed me. The flame that was once blazing my entire entity turned to this smoldering ice. I feel it eat my soul. I know I could never go back. I could never go back.

Chapter 1: Another day

A thundering sound woke me up. It was 3 in the morning. I was dripping beads of sweat, my heart seemingly throbbing at a beat faster than light, yet I can feel it- a sense of lightness. I cannot explain it to words which human minds could fully understand how I REALLY felt. All I know was that it was something more than a mere human can express thoroughly. It was like light in darkness. It was calmness beyond the state of chaos. Out of nowhere, I suddenly sang a lullaby, I have never really sung before. I was never really good at singing. But then, this lullaby was so instinctual that time that it made me sleep in a slumber much deeper than a child’s.
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i'll just post a rough draft of my work here...'cause i don't really think it's that neat.I mean...some guys in here are really good in writing so...uhmmm...if you got time...please tell me where i can improve at...or how does this simple rough draft seems to be?...'cause im really a newbie in writing...


Why does the sun rise?

Why does the rain fall?

Why do people live?


Chapter 7: An Epilogue’s start

It was raining hard and all I can see was his blurry shadow leaving this darkened room. The tears that fell from the sky synchronized with the fountain flowing from my eyes. I gather all my strength and probably, yes, probably, my courage to breath- to be still…to live or at least to seem to live. They say man is a rational being. I often try to convince myself of that. MAN IS A RATIONAL BEING. I clouded my mind with these words, trying to intoxicate all that is in me. And yet, though I tried so hard, harder than I could ever imagine, my body betrayed me. The flame that was once blazing my entire entity turned to this smoldering ice. I feel it eat my soul. I know I could never go back. I could never go back.

Chapter 1: Another day

A thundering sound woke me up. It was 3 in the morning. I was dripping beads of sweat, my heart seemingly throbbing at a beat faster than light, yet I can feel it- a sense of lightness. I cannot explain it to words which human minds could fully understand how I REALLY felt. All I know was that it was something more than a mere human can express thoroughly. It was like light in darkness. It was calmness beyond the state of chaos. Out of nowhere, I suddenly sang a lullaby, I have never really sung before. I was never really good at singing. But then, this lullaby was so instinctual that time that it made me sleep in a slumber much deeper than a child’s.


ahaha...r u kidding me? You're good, trust me...really good..
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Chapter 7: An Epilogue’s start

It was raining hard and all I can see was his blurry shadow leaving this darkened room. The tears that fell from the sky synchronized with the fountain flowing from my eyes. I gather all my strength and probably, yes, probably, my courage to breath- to be still…to live or at least to seem to live. They say man is a rational being. I often try to convince myself of that. MAN IS A RATIONAL BEING. I clouded my mind with these words, trying to intoxicate all that is in me. And yet, though I tried so hard, harder than I could ever imagine, my body betrayed me. The flame that was once blazing my entire entity turned to this smoldering ice. I feel it eat my soul. I know I could never go back. I could never go back.

Chapter 1: Another day

A thundering sound woke me up. It was 3 in the morning. I was dripping beads of sweat, my heart seemingly throbbing at a beat faster than light, yet I can feel it- a sense of lightness. I cannot explain it to words which human minds could fully understand how I REALLY felt. All I know was that it was something more than a mere human can express thoroughly. It was like light in darkness. It was calmness beyond the state of chaos. Out of nowhere, I suddenly sang a lullaby, I have never really sung before. I was never really good at singing. But then, this lullaby was so instinctual that time that it made me sleep in a slumber much deeper than a child’s.


ahaha...r u kidding me? You're good, trust me...really good..


thanks for the compliment...

(though i think it's somehow crappy...ahahhaha....
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A Christmas LEGEND - by kingmole ^_~


There once lived a man. He was a bastard! he was a prick....and no body loved him! He did not love anyone in return! It was only natural to him that happyness came from making others SAD!. He was somewhat of a demon! he used magic to weave his evil ways! And in practice he would sadden those around him just to see to what extent he could bring his powers!
This man had a dream! He would Make every person in this world suffer. And for year after year that he lived! He planned a great wreckoning. Something that would tear the hearts of all the people that were happy in this world!.

Christmas was upon mankind. Cheer and goodwill were in the air and not a human being frowned! Families would soon exchange gifts to one another as a gesture of love and care. Axcept for this man! It was the Eve of Jesus's birth and this man would reveal his cunning plan!............To steal all the preasents in the world!. He had created a magic dust that would vanquish all preasents to his dirty old factory where he would burn them all.With his magic slay he would travel around the world and sprinkle the dust of his evil concoction onto the house holds of innocent and happy families!.

Midnight had striken And the evil bastard set out to put his plan to work!...He hopped into his magic slay, Powered by ruthless drooling raindeer....OF which one had a glowing red nose! His favourite for it was the most ruthless out of all the raindeer this evil man owned.......House after house he would travle SPRINKLING AWAY this white dust! Laughing HO HO HO........Families would Wake up in Fear of the evil Laugh only to find that all thier preasents were gone! Kids cried and adults sighed misrebly! All across the world this was happening! And this man LOVED!~ every minute! His factory piled up with preasents.........And his evil goblin workers inside the factory would use masive Jaw like Cranes to move the preasents and burn them in a massive furnace at the centre of the factory......

His evil plan had worked! The world was misreble not a soul was happy. The Evil man just laughed! His plan was done! He lay down on the ice of his monsterouse farctory which was situated in the north pole! a place no man could venture in a spot no one could find!

suddenly a glinting light from the sky came down to the evil man! He was confused! what was this sparkling light! THEN AT ONCE THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Revealed its Self! In a loud voice it said to the evil man "YOUV BEEEN A NAUGHTY BOY !!!!, IV BEEN WATCHING YOU!"

The evil man was now scared! "who are u he said", it replied! "I AM THE CHRISMAS SPIRIT AND I AM HERE TO PUNISH YOU FOR YOUR BAD DEEDS!"............


As his punishment the christmas spirit Turned the evil bastard of a man into AN OVER WIEGHT OAF!...He cast a spell on the evil bastard! One that would change everything the evil man planned ....and that would undo all his evil plans and work!



He was sentanced to a life long duty of Returning all the preasents to the good people of the world EVERY YEAR!! His factory was turned into a toy factory that produced many toys and gifts, The goblins were transformed into happy elf helpers....The magic dust he would sprinkle over towns and households was a gift of christmas called SNOW! His slay Was decorated in bright red green and white colours. And the raindeer now were good and strong! This man would repay his debt for the rest of his life!

if u listen real closely u can still here him LAughing in the night sky..........Blind and under a spell LAughing away HOOOO HOOOO HOOOOOOH.......

The eveil bastards real name was Christopher Cringle..........





hope u enjoyed the story hahaha i made it up LOLZ! Merry christmas and a happy new year!


Posted 12/25/08
Merry Christmas to you too =)!! nice story i loved it
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inspired by a fanfic~
xDD

I hate you

I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate the way you look; your short black hair, your crimson red eyes. I hate the way you look at me; at first with suspicion, then pity, then understanding, then compassion. I hate the way you make me feel when you look at me like that; as if I should ease your misgivings against me. I hate how you seem to understand me; every word I say, every move I make. I hate how your gaze makes me yearn for it more, all of your attention when you look at something-…someone else. I hate how you break down all the protections, the barriers I set up around my heart: locks, fences, filters, firewalls. I hate how you seem to walk right though them all, arrogant as God. I hate how I’m not able to manipulate you, to trick you; not only because you are too smart for that, but also the way you make me feel; the guilt gnawing inside me when you believe me. I hate how instead, you’ve got me twirled around your little finger; tied up like a marionette with no choice but life with you. I hate how you make me feel restless, how you make me feel as if I couldn’t live without you. I hate how you make that option a fact. I hate that you always oppose me when I do something wrong, how you completely oppress me, making me feel weak, vulnerable, pathetic to my own damned selfishness. I hate how you make me feel like I need you. I hate how you’ve proven to me I need you. I hate how you never abandoned me, no matter how dastardly my deed was. I hate you so much, I just want to yell it in your face, which I often did. But over all, I just hate the fact that I just can’t hate you enough… enough to completely reject you.
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inspired by a fanfic~
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I hate you

I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate the way you look; your short black hair, your crimson red eyes. I hate the way you look at me; at first with suspicion, then pity, then understanding, then compassion. I hate the way you make me feel when you look at me like that; as if I should ease your misgivings against me. I hate how you seem to understand me; every word I say, every move I make. I hate how your gaze makes me yearn for it more, all of your attention when you look at something-…someone else. I hate how you break down all the protections, the barriers I set up around my heart: locks, fences, filters, firewalls. I hate how you seem to walk right though them all, arrogant as God. I hate how I’m not able to manipulate you, to trick you; not only because you are too smart for that, but also the way you make me feel; the guilt gnawing inside me when you believe me. I hate how instead, you’ve got me twirled around your little finger; tied up like a marionette with no choice but life with you. I hate how you make me feel restless, how you make me feel as if I couldn’t live without you. I hate how you make that option a fact. I hate that you always oppose me when I do something wrong, how you completely oppress me, making me feel weak, vulnerable, pathetic to my own damned selfishness. I hate how you make me feel like I need you. I hate how you’ve proven to me I need you. I hate how you never abandoned me, no matter how dastardly my deed was. I hate you so much, I just want to yell it in your face, which I often did. But over all, I just hate the fact that I just can’t hate you enough… enough to completely reject you.


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