Sonic the Hedgehog Movie Review! by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
Sonic the Hedgehog Movie Review!
Sonic the Hedgehog Movie Review!
Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is the Mystery Writer speaking and this is the new video of Sonic the Hedgehog movie!
Enjoy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CjL0nRmFGQ
Graffiti Joe: (NOW PUBLISHED ON CREEPYPASTA!) by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
Graffiti Joe: (NOW PUBLISHED ON CREEPYPASTA!)
It was the Christmas season. It had just gotten dark, as I was finally able to leave the office that night after working overtime. The streets were damped from the heavy rain; it had been an unusually warm winter. I stopped downtown for some Christmas shopping for the kids, just some last minute shopping before everything closed. When I first arrived, it was impossible to find a parking spot on the square, so I had to park a good three or four blocks away. I finished my shopping after an hour, got a few toys for the kids from some of the local stores, and I began to walk back to my car. My feet squeaked and splashed against the damped side
Grave Disorder 1/3: Goodbye Gerard by darkaholic, literature
Literature
Grave Disorder 1/3: Goodbye Gerard
Tiny teardrops were falling on Frank’s cheeks as he rang off. He received the phone call about 4:30 pm and heard Mikey telling him with a strangely lowered voice that something happened. Frank could have guessed it from the way Mikey seemed to contain his emotions, or rather from the way he actually had emotions that made him sound as if he was about to break down.
Gerard was found dead last night at the back of a local nightclub.
“I got the call from the morgue this morning” Mikey sobbed, still dealing with the thought of having lost his elder brother. So that was it. This goddamn motherfucker eventually managed to snuff i
I would like to be wrecked
in my melancholy, to fall in
my glorious solitude -
bitter light without forgiveness,
is it destiny
that I break to pieces
every time?
Others' estrangement makes me lose
the love of myself,
until my tears
to my own eyes
die down, unimportant, unheeded
Loving my sunset
ardent with carelessness
I suppress within me
the will to live
not to feel anymore pain -
I yeld to the eddy in flood;
my heart burning,
knowing
that part of the harm
I did it to myself
I minor being
to others' wishes,
life an empty mechanism
of clumsy days;
forgotten to the bottom
of shadow
is the box of dreams,
without ever serene condition,
asl
All the other brigadiers had already formed their own groups by the time Lockett was done suiting up. Earlier that day, everyone was told to set out to POSRA patrol stations to gather supplies for the brigade and take the city back from POSRA's oppression. Lockett hoped to do this mission on his own to prevent endangering other rabbits with his often misplaced zeal, but the Trumps made it clear that no one must operate alone tonight. The purple-haired rabbit sighed at the memory of almost getting himself and others killed a few weeks back when he turned a seemingly harmless surveillance mission into a dangerous rescue mission without a plan.
Five More Watchers to 300-Paloza (With Prizes) by MissMonie, journal
Five More Watchers to 300-Paloza (With Prizes)
300 WATCHERS REACHED!
THE FIRST TWENTY-FIVE COMMENTERS CAN HAVE A FREE REQUEST! within limitations as there are things I won't make. Full list of those will be listed below
Well, things aren't great, but I'm moving on with art and what not. I have a job interview on Thursday, so that's exciting, yeah?
Anyways, onto the reason for the new journal.
Five more watchers and I have three hundred! True, most of the accounts are dead ones, but that's alright! I'm so excited that I think I'll throw a little event. Now I won't do anything insane like three hundred requests (for the love of pumpkin spice I can't even do the 300 themes without a f
Mirror, mirror:
all of a sudden
everything will be clear -
as long as it isn't over today,
my ideals burnt
upon the altar
of a sharp melancholy:
exhausted of a sea
of wrecks and tangles,
with my spirit parched
for thirst of revolt,
for fear of oblivion;
beyond this incompleteness,
this continual weakness
my star, distant,
cradle of my heresies -
rock me timeless tide,
disappear soul of mine,
soft,
in the last reflection of light.
Sweetest land,
I am waiting still for the uncertain flower of your smile.
There is
a black spot in my mind
suspended in the shadow of my last thought,
upon the stem of the most distant flower
that perpetually comes back
in the pale night,
even though I lean forward
like a veil
ascended to the stars
which morning
of which dream
shall I wake up from my talents
to confuse the light that uncovers me
against my will?
If I changed face
I would not be anymore forbidden
by metamorphosis
to hide upon myself,
like a grain in a corner
ice in the center of silence
Drained of all words
in the light of a premature sunrise
this defenceless soul of mine
coming back to the roots of the stars -
through the waves
of my unending sea
*English translation of original Italian text:
"Prosciugata di tutte le parole
nella luce di un'alba prematura
quest'anima mia inerme
ritorna alle radici delle stelle -
attraverso le onde
del mio mare infinito"