Sand Storm Angel ~A Tribute To Garra~ by wyukiw, literature
Literature
Sand Storm Angel ~A Tribute To Garra~
Sand storm angel
He walks alone on the broken path. No one will no what he's holden back.
Wearin the same clothes he wore yesterday,he hides the pain with the sign on his face ohhoo.
His brother wonders but he never asks it's hard to see the hate behind the mask.
Bearin the burden of a flaring storm,some times he wishes he was never born.
Through the names and the hate he stands there all alone in a world that he can't rise above, yet his dreams tell him things and he goes to a place where he's loved.
Sand storm angel.
Someone cries out in the middel of the night, the neighbors hear but they just turn out the light.
A little spi
4 Months
~4 Months left~
My heart is failing. I don't have much time left, I want to tell you but I cant. It's for the best.
~3 Months left~
Just 3 Months thats the time now I don't think you'll even notice when I leave. I want to say the 3 words bottled up inside, but I know they wont be returned. That will kill me even more.
~2 Months left~
2. Thats all. Just 2 till the end, I dread it more now than I will when I'm dead. I think I might tell you when the last days arrive, then I'll stay at home and just sit and hide.
~1 Month left~
Sand Storm Angel ~A Tribute To Garra~ by wyukiw, literature
Literature
Sand Storm Angel ~A Tribute To Garra~
Sand storm angel
He walks alone on the broken path. No one will no what he's holden back.
Wearin the same clothes he wore yesterday,he hides the pain with the sign on his face ohhoo.
His brother wonders but he never asks it's hard to see the hate behind the mask.
Bearin the burden of a flaring storm,some times he wishes he was never born.
Through the names and the hate he stands there all alone in a world that he can't rise above, yet his dreams tell him things and he goes to a place where he's loved.
Sand storm angel.
Someone cries out in the middel of the night, the neighbors hear but they just turn out the light.
A little spi
4 Months
~4 Months left~
My heart is failing. I don't have much time left, I want to tell you but I cant. It's for the best.
~3 Months left~
Just 3 Months thats the time now I don't think you'll even notice when I leave. I want to say the 3 words bottled up inside, but I know they wont be returned. That will kill me even more.
~2 Months left~
2. Thats all. Just 2 till the end, I dread it more now than I will when I'm dead. I think I might tell you when the last days arrive, then I'll stay at home and just sit and hide.
~1 Month left~
How do I love you? 2 - EriSol Fanfiction by OctaviaVectorr, journal
How do I love you? 2 - EriSol Fanfiction
Your name is Sollux Captor, and you hate what you're feeling. When you think about that stupid hipster fish, you feel so many different emotions; anger, pity, hate, frustration- wait a second, did you say pity? Oh gog, yeah, you "pity the fool." He was pretty pathetic, but there are moments where you just want to hug him close, and maybe kiss him a little- FUCK. What were you thinking? You should not think that. You should only feel hate for him. Not pity or flush! Why does Eridan Ampora make you so fucking confused?
"I hate you."
Those words rang in Zim's head. They repeated themselves over and over again and they drove him crazy.
Zim felt hurt. Betrayed, almost.
So many emotions threatened to consume him. He couldn''t take it.
In a fit of pure rage, he took one of the cushions from the couch and ripped it in half.
That didn't make him feel any better.
He took the entire couch, holding it over his head for a moment, and then slinging it against the television, shattering the entire screen, shards of glass flying this way and that.
He stormed into the kitchen and ripped the tablecloth to shreds. He then took the table and held it over his head, lik
Dib sighed sadly as he looked at a picture of Zim, standing as proud as he could despite his short stature, hands on his hips and grinning, obviously pleased that his picture was being taken. He was in disguise; the obviously fake black wig and purple contacts normally would have made the teen laugh, but he couldn't now. Not when he hasn't seen the irken for nearly two years...
He closed his eyes as he remembered the last time he had seen him.
It was ninth grade, about halfway through the school year. In an attempt to make school more fun and perhaps revive some crushed spirits, a school dance was held. It was nothing formal, and you cou
Zim glared at Dib from across the lunch room. The teenager was talking happily with Gretchen, completely ignoring Zim.
Zim clenched his fists under the table as an unidentifiable emotion boiled in him, white-hot. It certainly wasn't jealousy. Of course not. Why did he care if Dib was talking to the females? He didn't care at all. It kept him distracted. So he could work on an evil plan without being noticed. Or something.
He shoved his tray of school food aside and took a blueprint out of his PAK, spreading it out and drawing on it, humming loudly, watching Dib out of the corner of his eye.
Dib glanced at him and made a move as i
Zim was numb, completely and utterly numb from head to toe as he just sat there and stared at Ms. Bitters. It was a lie, it couldn't be true, he thought out of desperation. They were just trying to trick him into thinking it was true yeah that's what was going on; but the only lie that was being told was the one he was trying to tell himself.
Crimson eyes were completely void of their usual ecstatic emotion, being replaced by grief and disbelief. Unknown to him the class had already continued, but he didn't care. He simply sat there staring blankly at where the teacher had been.
They were lying, it was all lies,
"This is a game called Gay Chicken!" Keef said happily, putting his arms around Zim and Dib's shoulders and grinning.
Zim's eye twitched and Dib ducked out from under the arm, fairly disturbed. "Okay how do you play it?"
"The first person to get creeped out loses," Keef explained. He ran his hand down the side of Dib's face.
"AH!" Dib jolted back and tripped, falling hard on his back. His glasses tilted and hung off of one ear, looking like they would fall at any moment.
"You lose!" Keef shouted.
Zim laughed at Dib before offering him a hand to help him up. It was currently recess, and bored, the two had decided to talk to an