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In deinen AugenIn deinen Augen...
... so verletzbar und still
kann ich das Kind sehen, dass nur Einsamkeit kannte.
... so unerreichbar fern
kann ich den Menschen sehen, der du versuchst zu sein.
... so unbeschwert lachend
kann ich den Menschen sehen, der sich in dir verbirgt.
... so empfindsam und rein
kann ich sehen, wie du fühlst.
In your eyes...
... so vulnerable and silent,
I can see the child that only knew solitude.
... so inaccessible,
I can see the man you try to be.
... so bright laughing,
I can see the man that is hiding inside.
... so sensitive and pure,
I can see how you feel.
TrivelaJanice rushed towards the dome wall. Well, I guess rushing is not really the word. She limped towards the dome, shifting her weight to her good foot, painfully proceeding towards her destination. She limped faster than she was running minutes ago, then she splayed her hands on the glass and gazed sadly at the crack as it grew and grew until it seemed to stop at about 30cm. She sighed and lowered her head and just stood there, her hands on the transparent walls, framed by the red sand outside. Sitting on the gray thing we insisted on calling ‘grass’ despite our better judgment, I wanted to tell Janice it was all going to be okay. I wanted to tell her it was a superficial crack and that I would fix it in the morning, before I did my rounds checking the air conditioning. It would take me just a few minutes and it wasn’t a big deal, it could wait until the morning, it was just a matter of using a liquid neoplexiglass gun to refill it. The dome was built to withstand a lot
Trust Machines - Sweet AnniversarySweet Anniversary
Trust Machines story
Steve raised his eyebrows as he looked at the petite raven-haired woman standing on his doorsteps. At a massive 6'2" and 250 pounds, all of it muscle, without a single gram of extra-fat, he was used to having strange chicks run after him. His body would have been enough to attract most gals, but his job as a firefighter added a special something women seemed to crave, an aura of danger and heroism.
Not that this girl looked like any of his usual devotees. Truth to tell, even those weren't ringing his doorbell well past ten in the evening, but aside from that minor fact she missed the typical 'bimbo-look' he so despised. Apparently, girls seemed to think that they had to dress like a hooker to land with the facsimile of a Greek god. This girl, though, was clothed fairly
Average Guy To Rocker Chick TGBobby is a pretty average guy. He's 17 years old, 5 foot 7, average build, long brown hair with a slightly purple fringe but mostly wears a black and grey striped hat, and wears whatever he can find in his drawer not caring about his appearance. He has left school and is waiting to start college, but also enjoying the holidays doing what he does nearly everyday, either sitting at home on his Xbox, or hanging out with friends in town.
Though as much as Bobby was having the good life, he felt out of place, that he should do or be something different. He could think of nothing though. It didn't help since he didn't have a girlfriend for a while. His last girlfriend had fear of commitment issues but she was honest about it to him so her reason was good. Bobby was hurt at first but he knew that things happen and you gotta move on. It sucked even more that he's a virgin still, he mostly dated girls that were 15 but he had set himself good priories. But overall, he didn't kno
Spending the day with CharlisaEsau Abraham followed Charlisa Brant down the hall of one of the nursing homes in Angel Falls. He was spending the day with his frequent partner. Right now she was taking him to meet the oldest living member of her family, her great-grandfather. She stopped by a door with a placard that said ‘Joseph River’. She turned to Esau and said, “Here we are,” before knocking once and entering. “Hey, great-gramps, we’re here.”
“And early for once,” the elderly man replied. He was laying in bed. “Come on and give me a hand up.” She helped him sit up, and then put her hands under his armpits and helped him transfer to his wheelchair. He looked over at Esau and said, “And you must be Charlisa’s friend.”
“Yes, sir. I’m Esau Abraham,” he said as he stepped over to the older man and offered his hand.
Joseph took it and shook it. “Nice to meet you. And don’t call me ‘sir’. I was
TMNT 2012 Chapter 24: BittersweetChapter 24: Bittersweet
The turtles ran across the rooftop, just after taking out a large group of Kraang. They stopped at the edge of a building and watched the streets below, everyone that is except for Raph. He stood off to the side and was faced towards the general direction of the lair.
“Raph! Chillax bra! Mona will be fine, and if your worried about the two nut head doctors giving away the lairs position don't worry! We made sure they were blindfolded and that we drove around a lot. There is no way in the world they can figure out where it's at,” Mikey hollered back to his older brother.
“Raph,” Donnie walked over to his brother. “Mikey's right. Mona is safe.” Donnie placed his hand on Raph's shoulder, “And at any time you'll be a dad.”
Raph sighed and rubbed his hands together, “We should head back....” Raph's t-phone rang which he answered it immediately, “Hello?”
Mikey and Leo stood and watched Raph who tu
A Mission of Friendship, part 6Between the realms of waking and sleeping, Danny felt a sense of vertigo pass through him. He had been dreaming, and a shudder rocked his body. He wasn’t the sort of kid to ever have nightmares, and this one tugged at his heart.
It was the sort of bad dream that didn’t make a person scream or jolt awake. It wasn’t about some kind of monster or terrible shock. It was a slow, creeping horror, such as one gets when he dreams about his family hating him, or his work failing miserably — the kind of story that sucks the hope out of you.
The discomfort brought him out of sleep, and he exhaled heavily before he sat up and rubbed his eyes. As soon as he opened them, memories of the dream seemed to slowly lose detail. He knew he had seen his mother, she had been dancing with his father, and then Colby was there, but he looked sick and weak, and then there was someone else — a woman with long, dark hair like Colby’s mother, except human-sized, and she was weari
Weird Science-Part 1 [Slob, WG]Marigold Farmer stood in awe of the massive facility, arching her neck back to see just how high the building went. She was no stranger to skyscrapers but this place seemed like something surreal out of the futuristic animes she was so fond of. The quiet brunette had stared for a full minute at the monument to science as she shook it off; thinking to herself that she probably looked silly standing on the curb like that. Then again, most people would question her choice of tight jean against her thighs and ass and an anime t-shirt that clung to her mammories like static electricity as she rolled her duffel bag into the building. The cool breeze was a refreshing contrast to the sweltering heat of the Massachusetts summer, making Marigold sweat like a pig as she walked around the lobby.
“Here at Nexis Labs, we strive to bring cutting age inventions to our current society, benefitting man today to evolve tomorrow!” Marigold heard the corny display monitors chip as if she were b
PDMU July Errand: ClensingThe forest was livid with various pokes, and for many of them it was a satisfying act of selfless kindness, Barnett and Dimtail were not one of those pokes. Barnett sat on a stump, looking intently at Dimtail, his reason for being here. He watched as the massive zigzagoon arranged saplings in a ring, taking excruciating detail each and every one of them. “So what is the significance of the saplings arrangement? It certainly is not for future loggers, it will make it impossible not to have them fall into each other.”
“Da ring is ah portah to dah Otherside.” Said Dimtail as he looked over his work “Like the one made of stone you constructed for the story.” “Yurs, but dis time it’s for complrtlah different purpuss.” Barnett said no more, simply sitting back as Dimtail bit his paw, drawing blood. He went to each sapling and drew a strange symbol with his claw, using his blood for ink. When he was done with that he went to the center, dr
Youx(My oc)You woke up in a hurry, sweating hard. It was dark in your room, you can not see your own hand. The sound of a window breaking brought you out of your bed, not only you hand a nightmare and now you had someone in your house. You reached to open your door, but someone grabs you pushing you against the wall. You try to scream out for help but a hand covers your mouth. You could see the outline of a muscle man, he was looking at your door. It slightly opens the sound of ringing came in your ears. It burned so bad, you fall to your knees and look up just in time to see the man and this strange white/blue magic. You grow weak and fall to the ground from the ringing and pass out.
When you awake, you were on the floor of some strange room. Out side the door you could hear two voices.
“Snow why did you bring this (Your name)here?” An older sounded voice says.
“ (Your name) was about to get eating my a bloodhound.”“How do they know your name?” You tho
Under the iron sky, doctor
Now that you have gone away
I feel so cold, why did I stay?
Dreams. One can't control them. One has to experience them. Stand by helplessly when they slip from your hand. The Doctor accompanies me often. Very often. And yet, I can never follow him.
Remember, I'll remember your face so pale
when you left me on that gloomy day...
Every time, every single time I die, leave another scar deep within him. Hurt him and have to watch how he is torn apart. The moment when his face turns ashen, when he knows that he can't help me. And never, not a single time I'm able to tell him, it's OK. That I have to leave him behind.
Time goes by, memories are mine
Memories. Memories that aren't real. Created by me, my dreams, my yearnings. So real, and yet never ever more than a dream. But they belong to me, me alone. My secrets. My memories.
Still waiting for the moment I'll see you again
Times are changing, memories are fading
One can't enforce dreams, long for them. They come, or they don't.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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