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System FailureSYSTEM FAILURE
Don't you just hate it?
When the world crashes down on you?
When nothing can be saved, all is destroyed?
The world doesn't care; it just crashes and loses,
All of the hard work that you put into it.
There is no save button, no way to undo the past.
But we try to fix our mistakes, and try to get around our history,
Try to make up for all the things we did wrong.
Sometimes we can get back what we lost,
We rejoice, we cry and we scream!
But that can't always happen, no not in this world
And when it doesn't we can lose our sanity
System failure, bites us in the ass,
It taunts us until we break down.
It mocks us, and rejects us, tears us apart!
System failure just breaks us down,
But in the end it can make a person stronger.
Royal Mage Chronicles Prolouge Two hundred years ago, before my time, my mothers time, and my mothers mothers time, a baby of legend was born. His parents had awaited his birth with anticipation and joy, going so far as to throw one of the biggest and most elaborate parties of their time in his honor. He was the first of their line, a noble mix of the strongest and purest of blood.
However, his birth hadnt become what his parents had envisioned. Instead of becoming a strong and intelligent heir to the thrown, a legend for his bravery, he become a legend and a curse, for something he couldnt control.
For you see, this baby was born a mage.
Its been said that his hair was neon white, his eyes a bloody, eye burning red, though the facts may have become muddied over time. The only true facts that we know are that he didnt utter a single cry, or shed a single salty tear.
His mother reacted with violent den
Just Before The EndA web of secrets restricts my family, keeping us stuck and sticky. We are the flies and the biggest secret of all is the eight legged predator out to eat us whole.
I always thought we were normal growing up. I had a stay at home mom, a dad who worked as a Manager at Lowes and an older sister that always teased and taunted me, but showed me the right path to take. Dinners were spent around the circular dinner table, chatting about the events of our days. My dad was popular at work and when me and my sister trotted off to bed, his coworkers would appear, quietly so as not to disturb our sleep. I never questioned why I wasn't allowed access to the basement, though Dad and his friends would enter every evening. I was a good girl and just wanted to please my family. I had known nothing else my whole life. Everything seemed normal.
Everything wasn't normal. I was just too young to notice. Now I know better. I can see the bags highlighting my mother's sunk in eyes, and the lines that etched t
Like a FloodLike a flood, he knocks down anyone who strays into his path. He doesn't care if
they are hurt and bleeding, or even dying. So long as his goal is acheived
nothing else matters.
When he sees the girl, with her wolfish smile and bright outlook, he can't control
himself. He wants to be with her, be her only. He knows that it will never be, but
he convinces himself that he has a chance.
So intent upon his own feelings of love for the girl, he doesn't notice the feelings
of others. He ignores them, captivated and single mindly thinking only about
winning his dream girl. The glares aimed at the back of his head go unnoticed by
him. Lingering threats are less thought about. He can't tell that his heart isn't the
only one the girl owns.
He's crushed when she announces her love to their friend, a man that the boy
had looked up to and followed for years. His tears pour down his face, but he
refuses to give in. Like a flood, he has destructive power, if he dares to tap into it.
Wild Dance RemixThe strobe lights pulsed in time with the wailing of the guitars and the crashing of the drums. Abruptly the song ended, with one last protest from a heavy crashing of guitars. The dancers on the man made platform stepped off to loud cheers and whistles of appreciation.
The crowd waited tensely for the next batch of performers to step up. The last group had shown to be a tough contender for the win, but the next contestants had proven to be fair dancers, with a style all their own. The crowd hadn't witnessed their dancing prowess, but it had been said that they rivaled all other dance groups around.
When three figures emerged from behind a make shift curtain, the crowd erupted. A tall figure stopped short of the lights, crossing his arms across his taut chest. A second, much shorter person, posed on the opposite side of the stage. He swung his face into the light before backing up an inch and bending down so that his arm draped across his knee. The last person was all the way in the ba
Tameable Wild Chapter 2Kita's mind swirled with thoughts of the millions of activities she would rather be doing than moping. She could go running through the forest at top speed with Hiroshima, or swimming in the nearby waterfall, watching the colorful fish swim by as she floated to the surface. But unfortunately she couldn't do any of those. She was stuck with a detestable Ami, whose devilish grin sent alarm bells ringing in Kita's paranoid mind.
The rest of Team Hanako had separated into other rooms in need of cleaning. Ami had suggested that she watch Kita carefully while she moped around the entrance way and service desk. Her excuse was that there were far more important documents and other valuables she wanted to watch over in that area versus the others. Kita hadn't raised an argument though she was quite aware that Takumi had been ready to assist her in any way. He had scrunched his face up when she immediately agreed, saying that Ami wasn't a bother. Kita had tried to play it off like it was nothing
Piece By PieceThe prince watched piece by piece being whisked into battle formation, his face a blank sheet. The war wizards babbled on and on about the oncoming invasion but he tuned it out. The flying artifacts intrigued him more than talk of fighting. His long fingers, pale from lack of sunlight, gripped a white piece from the front line. He turned it over and over in his palm, feeling the smooth slickness. He watched it curiously. A powerful aura emanated from it, the signature similar to someone he knew.
"What piece is this?" he asked.
The wizard he had interrupted sneered. "That would be a king my dearest Prince. And we need it back."
He tossed it and the wizard caught it with a glowing ball of purple energy. He placed it back into the mini arena and continued his lecture.
A fleeting thought caught hold of the prince but a miss fired spell sent him rocketing out of his chair and onto the concrete floor. Rubbing his sore bum, he tried to regrasp it, but it floated away like a feather in the bre
RevolutionaryWhat have you seen with those large brown eyes?
What tales have you been told, what sort of spun lies?
A child with innocence stripped from birth,
Not ready for the world, but coming with worth.
A prophecy I saw fortold the end of the human race,
with you in the frontline, battling on for days.
You can't comprehend, why people frown when you pass
and why you are only looked upon as a passing glance.
They don't understand the prophecy made many years ago,
For they can't see the power you hold in store.
You don't destroy us, oh no child no!
What you do is to help us, to live and restore!
Prophecy's made, don't always show the whole truth.
Hold on for now, fighting with nail and with tooth!
The time will come when all will bow down
for your head will be adorned with the imperial crown.
P.O.V. :TearsIn all the years of being Kita's best friend-human best friend- he had never seen her cry. She hadn't shed a tear of joy when they graduated, hadn't bawled at breaking her leg and hadn't even so much as sprung a leak when her older brother had been hospitalized for severe stab wounds. Panic would flood her face, she would start pacing in circles and her nails would be hacked to bits, but she never cried.
Kiyoshi had almost wished that she would cry. But seeing her now, so broken, he wished that she wouldn't.
She was kneeling so far forward that he thought she would face plant into the mud. Her whole body was shaking with the effort of breathing. Her arms were pulled to her chest, clutching at her chest. Every other minute she would start coughing and choking, spit flying from her mouth. Her hair was plastered down by her endless pool of tears, sticking to her mouth, to her face, to her eyes. Kiyoshi didn't have the guts to pull it back from her face. She nearly bit him when he tried to
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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