DjStatustri

Sharp blades to the skin Sharp darts to the heart Drink water to make you thin He tore your world apart Reflections of a former self Indelibly etched on your memory Take those thoughts and emotions and share each one of them with me I will put them with my own My lies, my deceit, my sin Kiss your scars, heal the wounds of your perfect skin Kiss your scars, heal your heart Taste your blood on my lips My heart now beats as one with yours For each other we now choose to exist

Mittens looked around, and walked to Bolt's house. "Bolty, can I come in?" She calls out with a quiet mew. "Sure. Come on in." Mittens walked into the house via the dog door Penny installed. She ran over to Bolt, purring. "I missed you Bolty." She said, smiling. "I missed you too, Mittens." "Um, Bolty, can I tell you something?" Mittens looked at her friend, who she loved. "Sure Mittens." "I uh.. I love you, Bolt." She said, confessing her hidden love for her friend. "Mittens, I don't know if it could work.. Your a cat, and I'm a dog." Bolt said, looking at Mittens. "I'm sorry." Bolt looked away. "Oh.. O.. Okay." Mittens said, looking away, h

When Silver got back home he flew threw his bedroom window and landed on the floor, he closed the window and tossed his jacket onto his bed. "I can't believe i finally met her again." He thought. But after only a few seconds his thoughts where shattered as a loud roar flew across the house. "SILVER!!!!!!!" It was his foster dad. "Urrr... Coming!" Silver shouted as he ran downstairs, shaking slightly in fear. "Where have you been?" The dark red hedgehog asked sternly. "Yeah were'd you go?" Samuel asked in his high pitched baby voice, even though he was very nearly 5. He liked to try and boss Silver about, but he never listened. "Shut up

I could still remember the day when I first lay my gaze on her. I could still remember the moment when I stole a peek on her nameplate just to know her name. I could still remember when the first time she asked me to treat her for a snack, where for the first time I also agreed. I could still remember the exam where she copied from me just so she can make it for the next semester. I could still remember my first Cinema experience with her, where we also miss our final exam. And I could still remember the very moment when I bestow her a nickname that only I addresses. Her name is Marz. And she's the woman I love. Before I met her, I was a c

I lay on the floor, waiting. I was naked (at least I think I was). My memories were like the view through an empty bottle at this very moment. Green, maybe blurry. Naked, too, perhaps. Part of me was gone already, as the paper planes invaded the room, searching for sunlight. I told them to disappear. They wouldn't find any down here. ---[asinine creme-coloured jinxes full of dust and steam.] There was just this empty room, me and a little piece of dark grey water on the wooden floor, treasuring anxious shadows like a mother hen. As I lay there, the world laved into my ear, and when it got too much to conserve, it kept pouring out again.

'I can't do it anymore. I'm too tired, too cold, too uncaring. I'll just find some place out of the way to die. Wow, that's a depressing thought.' Alice curls up under a cardboard box in a trash-filled alley. Her ears lay forward and her tail curls around her bare feet. Her clothes, which are the wrong size and falling apart, barely hold in the heat against the November chill. Alice falls asleep shivering. The feel of her world tilting wakes her. Her cat instincts urge her to jump away from the impending danger; however, they abandon her upon landing. She tumbles from the cardboard and lands in a crumpled heap on the cold ground. Alice cries

"Why do you do that?" "Do what?" "Rub your face against things." "Oh. I don't even notice I'm doing it. I guess because they're soft, and warm, and I feel don't feel the softness as well with my hands." Alice sits curled on the couch, her head resting on the armrest. Every so often, she rubs the side of her face against it, and sighs in contentment while watching TV with Christopher. ~~~ "Do you have this in other colors?" Christopher holds up an orange scarf to the sales clerk. "Sure, just let me check in the back." She walks through the door to inventory, leaving him standing in the overly girly store. He looks extremely out of place