PirateLizard101

You've only ever lived in a place of flames they reach the sky and fill the ground there is nothing but fire just a black space crawling and suffocating the fire But I've been wondering Doesn't it hurt? The burns and the scolds from the burning fire Don't you wish for its disappearance yet you know that blood red fire that burns hot and bright if that fire disappeared all that would be left is the cold darkness where nothing but numbness and cold exists What I wonder is is it better to burn than to feel nothing at all?

100 Themes Writing Challenge 82. Can You Hear Me? Title: A sound echoes in empty spaces, because, in that moment, the silence is no longer lonely. Therefore, the silence holds onto each tone of the noise as long as possible until it fades away. It repeats it, fighting to remember the noise that relieved the silence of its loneliness. It matters not that the noise is the sound of icy rain or the whoosh of a tropical breeze. These noises are proof that something besides the godforsaken silence exists. But in the end, no matter how much the silence tries to grasp at the remnants of noise, it fades away.  It is in a disturbing manner, the way

100 Themes Writing Challenge 80. Only Human Title: Creating a Hero ----------- Bleary and gray. Pencil tones on the paper were grey. Each individual line was muddled together to form textures and depth. Each curve of the muscles and the indents on the gun seemed so simplistic. Everything in a image was so simple. The man on the page was nothing, but a man.  He had the cape and the mask, but there was nothing special. The super strength, superhuman abilities, was there. The drop dead gorgeous face was there. The bulging muscles. A strong chin. An equally gorgeous love interest. The cool pose. The formula for a superhero. A loud rip echo

100 Themes #23- Cat A/N: this is KuroFai therefore it is shonen-ai... Things were supposed to be simple. Very simple. But no. Things just could not be like that. Of course not. This was the blonde that they were talking about. He was not one to make things simple. And yeah, Kurogane could understand where he was coming from, but still... boundaries were boundaries. Being called a big fat meanie could really hurt a ninja's pride. No really, it can. Why? Because it was Fai. The mage even used his full name! And that was why Kurogane's face was currently eating dirt. His hand was outstretched in front of him, gripping nothing... The stupid

Why hold my head in the water? When I already suffocate Why hold the trigger against my head? I already press the gun onto my lips Why bother holding the knife? I can hold it myself Why do you long to torture me? I already do it to myself So why do you? I already do. What do you seek? Is it salvation? Is it twisted love? Is it fun? Do you like it? Do you want me gone? Don't worry anymore… I want me to disappear too.

Target Messenger: 3 The Creator of Cyberball    In my life, I would only ever be jealous of two people: Leo and Marci. They just had to always be together. Leo for his epic awesomeness at creating new technologies (like making my roller skates more advanced) and for his brain. This kid was crazy smart. Scary…smart. I remember sitting next to him once while he was fixing my skates. And he was going on and on about this n' that. He was pulling out wires as thin as papers and little gears the size of those old keyboard keys.    "It's simple, Cas." He said, looking down on a bunch of pieces and gears. "The magnets cause the gears to spi

KuroFai Drabble Woozy    The group was back in Piffle again. Tomoyo - or this world's Tomoyo - had greeted them with much enthusiasm. The first night consisted of drinking…too much drinking… Tomoyo decided to introduce Fai to a little drink called tequila. He was even more hyper and bubbly than usual and ended up getting extremely wasted. Kurogane, the only one who was somewhat sober, had to throw the flailing blonde over his shoulder and carry him to bed. The blue-eyed male couldn't walk in a straight line. Not that anyone else really could either. Syaoran was off with Ryu-oh having a drunken sword fight with everyone laughing

Target Messengers: 2 Her Name Is Millie    When the two of us walk into the house, I'm holding onto him. Allen Branwell is limping and panting next to me. It's a bit of a pain in the ass, to be honest. I huff, annoyed. Rick and Mason, Millie's two little brothers, are doing homework…looking very angry. Estella is washing the dishes. Our living room and kitchen are the same room. There's a small counter space and a burnt, old ass stove. Then there's a sink, a rather stained and dirty sink. She's bent over it, with the cutest angry pout on her lips.    The two boys are laid down on the carpet, which is surprisingly clean and not matte

Target Messenger Chapter 1: Branwell The knife was swung just above my head. It made my breath stop and heart leap. I already knew the details of the job, but it still caught me off guard. Not all jobs required the 'Average Joe' to sign a death warrant. A.K.A. if you die, it wasn't the businesses fault. In this case, it really was not. It was a job. The new world was a rotting piece of shit. It was the only thing I could define it as. Not like I knew enough in literature to use those big words the rich used. The gangster's henchman comes at me again and I dodge his sharp…very sharp knife. It cuts the sleeve of my nicest shirt. "You