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Game On! -Chapter 1- I toss my dark brown curls back over my shoulder, push the rim of my glasses up further onto my face, and casually grab the new Xbox One controller from its wire basket. Where am I you may ask? Quite simple, I'm standing in front of an Xbox One display in my local Gamestop.
I move the joysticks until I get to the start menu of that one trial racing game that's pre-loaded onto the device. I glance around the store, then back down at what I'm dressed in. A baggy Fable 3 shirt, large sweat pants that bag up around my flip-flop clad feed no thanks to the fact that I'm only 5 foot 2 inches, and a pair of camouflage finger-less gloves. 'Perfect gaming attire,' I think to myself.
Just as I'm nearly ready to begin playing a rather loud group of boys enter the store. Huffing I start the game and choose my car that I wish to drive.
And of course, suddenly the controller is ripped from my g
Saving Grace -Prologue-I turn off the engine of my car, a 2003 minivan, open the car door and head into my home. My home is rather boring, two stories, wood paneling and white walls due to the fact that our landlord is far too lazy to maintain the home. I share the house with my mother and father, who rarely ever pay attention to me. I also have a brother that is in college, but I don't speak with him very often.
I opened the door, place all of my school bags onto the floor and walk up the stairs to my room. Once inside of my room I shut the plain, dull, white door, grabbed my blanket and curled up in the corner farthest corner from the door, with my phone practically glued to my face. The screen of my Samsung Galaxy S3 suddenly lights up and began to play "One Of Us Is The Killer" by The Dillinger Escape Plan.
I press the accept button, and brought the phone up to my ear. It was Eian, my closest friend. He's around 16, same as I am, has short shaggy brown hair, and the brightest blue eyes anyone has ever se
Chapter 2 - Cleaning Up A MessJason was now sitting on the couch that resides in the living room of my apartment. He was now dressed in clothing that my roommate thrown about in his room, which were some navy blue sweats, and a stained white tank-top. I had also changed into an over-sized Portal 2 t-shirt, and a plaid pair of pajama bottoms.
I walked back over to the washer and dryer that I somehow managed to fit in the tiny pantry that was connected to my outdated kitchen. Jason's and my beer-covered clothing was already stuffed in the washer. I was currently pouring laundry detergent on top of everything in my top loader.
As soon as I shut the washer door and start its cycle, I hear "Sugar We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy blast from the room that Jason is residing in. I grin to myself, looks like he's already found my CDs and my stereo, I laugh lightly at my thought.
I exit the pantry and walk into the living room. One I enter the room I begin singing and dance over to Jason. "And sugar we're going down swinging
Odd Fate Chapter 1 And So It Begins I was sitting alone on the couch, embracing the loneliness and solitude that seemed to swallow up my small, dark apartment. Sighing I decided that it may do me well to get out of the house and go to the one place that I know will be packed at this hour, Clancie's Pub. I stood up from my comfortable position on the small, maroon couch, and walked towards the cast-iron door. I grabbed my phone off of the table by the door, and took one last look to see if I needed to grab anything else. I bent over and slipped on my knee-high Converse. Opening the door I walk across the street and into the small local pub.
As soon as I walked into the pub my senses are filled with the smell of beer, and the loud chatter of men and women alike. I slowly walk over to the red leather bar stools. I sit down and patiently wait for the bartender to come over and take my order. I sit there, legs crossed when finally one of the many bartenders walks over and stands, now waiting on
Life On The Wastes PrologueGrowing up in a Vault was rather hard and stressful. Not having my Mother around to help my Father raise me, or to help me with my "women" problems. My father tried to raise me alone, which he managed to do just fine. I was always so cold to him because I had thought that he was responsible for the death of my Mother.
I'd started to have some problems arise around the time of my 10th birthday. All because of that stupid little punk known as Butch. I refused to give him my sweetroll and he landed a solid punch to my temple, which knocked me unconscious.
Shortly after that happened, I came to in one of the horrible cots that reside within my Father's clinic. I didn't know how long I had been out, or why I was attached to so many beeping out that I had been out for a few days, and that Butch had a "formal apology" waiting for me once my father deemed me of being healthy once again.
Unlucky me though, my father had somehow figured out that I have a Pre-War "disease". I apparently have some
Life On The WastesName: Amellia Age:19 Gender: Female Looks: Bright pink hair (shoulder length), natural suspected mutation(s), lean build, 5'2", 120 lbs. Born: Somewhere in the Capital Wasteland, father brought her to Vault 101 shortly after her birth. Mother: Catherine; deceased. Father: James ((Who dies in the game, but I'm going to make his death more tragic and detailed. Fair warning, there's going to be a lot of jumping around in age, memories, but it should make sense.))
((First fanfiction ever, cut me a slight break please.))
I'm not alright...Well I swear to God,
I'm not alright this time,
and on the verge of the end.
I don't know why,
why I ended up this way.
It just hit,
now I'm left here,
sitting and waiting for help,
that I know I won't be getting,
I'll have to save myself,
if I wish to see yet another day.
And I'm starting,
starting to fear,
that I won't make,
it out of this alive,
with my heart still beating.
Take It All....Someone,
please rip out my heart,
and save me,
all of this pain and suffering.
I can't possibly endure,
all of this,
broken and gone,
to piece myself,
Cruel ThingsThis world,
this world is cruel.
This world shall always hurt you in the end.
Take it from us,
the ones that live everyday,
in a hell,
filled with your worst nightmares.
Keep your walls up,
for when you least expect it,
you'll be hurt in the cruelest of ways.
Take it from me,
I've been in this hell for the past 5 years,
once you're here,
You Told Me That You Loved MeYou told me that you loved me
And breathed life in to my world
You told me that you loved me
And you’ll always be my girl
You told me that you loved me
That I’m such a special man
You told me that you loved me
And we were part of His plan
Now you tell me you don’t love me
But you still let me believe
You tell me you don’t love me
And you never let me grieve
You tell me you don’t love me
That we can only be friends
Then you tell me you still love me
But never speak to me again
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Secrets and PromisesI am here because of the past,
Because of a promise that is endeavored to be kept.
I can only hope that this dread won't last.
Since the past is also what's killing me the most.
But no one knows,
What goes on in my head.
The painful woes,
That have not yet gone away.
Secrets that can not be shared,
Buried deep, and very far.
Only if anyone cared,
But God knows no one ever will.
Hiding the truth may never feel right,
But I am only doing it for the best.
I am not going to win this fight,
For what is left of me, I'm broken.
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Widows FearsIn a graveyard a widow stands
Remembering her lover who lays below
Under the stars
Weeping like a willow
The sky starts crying
In sync with her tears
This is why she had quit trying
Why she’d fallen into her fears
Keep your head up.The weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders,
crushing you down,
and making you smaller.
The more you struggle,
the heavier it gets.
My advice is:
Keep your head up.
When it pushes,
And when the world gets the message,
you will fly.
And when you fly,
you will finally understand what it means to be alive.
And that is,
to keep your head up,
and look at the challenge without flinching,
and once you rein dominance,
you hand it over to another that is giving up.
No one deserves what you previously felt.
See you later~Cold wind biting my ankles,
causing my jacket to flow in the current,
a river of air,
traveling around my body,
until it lifts me into the sky,
higher and higher,
taking me away from your hands,
and taking me into my own.
I will see you all later.
I shall be gone,
and in that week,
I will find myself..
The Deep VoidThe darkness is surging,
emotions are flowing,
but emotions never get you anywhere,
in the land of the dark!
and no will to keep going.
they beg for strength.
They wish to rid themselves of it,
and live forever!
But sadly they cannot!
How so may you ask?
I know firsthand,
that you cannot live,
once you've entered,
the deep, black, abyss.
Once you are close to giving up,
the monster seems to give you a break,
a grace period.
Well it's not,
it's a trick,
YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE!
YOU'RE STUCK HERE
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