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Rating: G
Pairing: You decide...
POV: 3rd person
Summary: A moment captured in time.
Disclaimer: The grass is made of mint sticks, the moon is pure fat, the stars are bits of candy... and I am full of c*@p
Author Notes: A tiny ficlet written on my break at work. It's completely unbeta'd, and is really just me getting back into the swing of things after a few months hiatus from writing, so its probably really bad. I wrote it with PatD's Spencer and Jon in mind... but it was purposefully written so that you could choose your own pairing.
( The sun slowly creeps through the half drawn curtains... )
accomplishedShapes in ash of a wonderland,
The playground smashed and burned,
A senseless waste of innocence,
A punishment never earned.
( The haunting sobs of a child, All that I can hear... )
I don't know...I was also kinda lazy and couldn’t be bothered resizing or making thumbnails or thumbtags or whatever they are called. My mind is still fuzzy with the sickness.
All the usual warnings, lots of pictures makes dial-up grumpy. But feel free to open at your own will.
( to the real pics that aren't lions or tigers (except for one)... )
sickRating: R-ish.
Summary: What do you do in your time alone?
Disclaimer: This is mine. Totally and completely.
Authors Notes: Unbetad as usual. And I'm sure that you'll read this one way... but I wrote it in another. *shrugs* Cryptic I know.
( You’ll remember this night for all time. A night where you tour your own defences down. A night where you are left helpless to your senses. Your emotions. Your instincts. )
okayAnyway... this picspam is of Zac Efron. I'm not that big a fan of his... but there are definetly some good pictures in this batch. I just hope you haven't seen them... And if you click on any of the pictures, you get the full size version.
sympatheticSummary: Life from a different view...
Authors Notes: I wrote this tonight after finding out that one of my friend's (who I've known since i was three but haven't spoken to in over two years) little sister is in hospital. She was like a little sister to me and one of the sweetest, most caring girls you will EVER meet. We were both in tears the whole time she told me. She is in there for more than just this but. She has some serious disease to survive with on top of this disease. I'm hoping to go visit her this weekend...
stressedSummary: Just a emo drabble.
Authors Notes: I wrote this because I am in a weird frame of mind, much like most of my drabbles. Anyway... yeah... it doesn't make much sense, but at least I'm actually bothering to talk about my feelings in a round-about-kinda-way. *shrugs*
in pain
content~ Self-Portrait ~
Why do I pretend to be
What I know that I am not?
Why do I let it consume me?
I know I would rather rot.
I cannot show the real me.
Not even if I tried.
No-one will see through the deception,
No matter how much I’ve cried.
Why do you pretend to understand?
Why even pretend to care?
You won’t ever find the truth.
This is my demon to bear.
I cannot show you the real me.
I’ll be waiting in my obscurity,
Forever escaping my lies.
Drowning from the impurity
So don't bother trying,
Because you'll never get to see.
What's hidden beneath so far beneath
In my darkness; the true and real me.
I know that my peoms suck.... but they are a form of release for me... so deal.
soreWord Count: 850
A/N: This is dedicated to Hanne... and will hopefully make her feel better. And hopefully not make me look like a complete fool. I wrote this out in about ten minutes, and is completely un-betad. So, sorry about the suckiness. I'm posting this before I lose my nerve to...
Summary:
accomplishedAnyway... all the usual, 55 pics, and not safe for dial-up users. SORRY!!!
lazyI'm going down in flames
Burning through the sky
There's no way to stop it
It's pointless to even try
Emotions burning through
My barriers almost gone
My mind is scattered and diffused
Somehow I struggle on
Too many things at once
I'm finding I can't deal
So screwed up is my headspace
That I don't even know what's real
Drowning in the flames
Don't push me any more
Cause even as I write this
I'm a curled-up on the floor
artisticBlood Rage
Red, blood red
Splattered on the walls
Triumphantly I howl
And watch her as she falls
Blood on the furniture
I see through closed eyes
Dripping, pooling on the floor
Straightning out the lies
Raising now my eyelids
Staring round the room
No bloodstains on the floor
And so sets in the gloom
Imaginings just make it worse
Until all that i can see
Is a psycho with a blade
I'm looking now at me....
lonely(PS This is coz my girl totally deserves it for having my laughing so much today! Love you baby)
cheerfulGoodbye my oldest friends.
lonely
WARNING: Extremely un-dial up friendly. Sorry!
( Linde SUPER Picspam... )
naughty
gigglyTitle: Is it wrong of me...
Rating: G
Pairing: Make your own pairing...
Word Count: 240
A/N: Just a dribble drabble. Kinda real... kinda fake... you decide whats what...
lonelyOh... and not dial-up safe... sorry!
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