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Chapter 5- One For My Baby...And One For The RoadI look at the clock when I heard the seat creak. 11:06
2 hours, does it really take that long to write a journal?
He left and fell asleep by 11:15
Daisey...wonder what she's doing. I decided to leave, I'll check tomorrow for the journal over the guys I'm looking for.
I slipped out of the room and ran upstairs to my room. I walked in and saw Daisey snuggled up with her Teddy Bear, and her dinosaurs. She was shivering, so I put the sheets over her small body.
I used the bathroom real quick and drunk a dirty water, I don't want Daisey to have to drink it...so I choked down the water and heard my Pip Boy crackle again.
I laid on the couch and told ED-E goodnight. Something in his robotic body turned the lights off. I drifted asleep.
I threw my fish bucket angrily. I didn't get a single bite. I need to start using new bait. I picked my bucket up and walked toward my house.
"Hey Will!" A familiar deep vo
Chapter 4- Nipton to NovacI didn't get anymore sleep. When I woke up it was 3:41 a.m
It's now 7. I'm leaving at 9:00. I'm still tired...but I don't want another dream like that. I laid on my bed, making noises to keep me awake. I don't remember stopping, but I fell back asleep, I woke up at 8:20. Now it's time to get some supplies.
"Excuse me, Mr. Nash. I'm leaving soon and I was hoping if you could sell some water and food to me if you have any..." I asked as I walked in the Mojave Express building.
I saw an old eyebot on the counter and then I looked at the older man.
"Sure...I have 2 bottles of water. One purified and one dirty. Also we have a couple of boxes of Fancy Lads. I can give you these 4 items for 40 caps. Also, if you want...you can take a look at that robot." Nash said pushing the items over, I gave him the caps and took the items. I walked over to the robot and examined it.
"Can I borrow a screwdriver?" I asked, the eyebot had some screws lose, and it was needing another electric charge, maybe a
Chapter 3- Primm Chapter 3- Primm
I woke up. I fell out of the bed I lay in, grabbing my stomach. I reached for my medical bag. I opened it and grabbed a Med-X and a Stimpack.
I groaned and stuck myself with the needles. It took the edge off the pain. I fell to the ground, and I saw Mitchell coming in. He ran towards me and got me back on the bed. I fell asleep fast, again.
I don't think I can handle any more sleep. I need to leave, and find Benny, the man with the checkered coat, and make him pay for messing with me.
I woke up, it was the next day, Doc set out some water and Sugar Bombs for me. It was good, I haven't ate in awhile, and I am dehydrated from my injuries. I swapped out my leather armor and into my Vault 21 suit. My wound felt a little better, and I had to take another Med-X to make it stop hurting so much. I had the Doc made sure I wasn't addicted to it, I wasn't.
I left his house, after thanking him again. He gave me more medicine. I stopped at the bar to get a lot more water.
Fallout: New Vegas Story War, War never changes...
“Well...look who's awake...” A man said, standing above me...
Where was I? How did I get in this bed? Who's that man, and what has he done to me.
The sudden pain in my head felt like someone had pounded on it with a hammer. The pain caused me to moan.
“Why don't you relax a second. Get your bearings. You've been out cold for awhile now.”
Sitting up, I finally managed to ask, “How long is 'awhile'?”
“I'd say five days now...” The man said.
“Who are you, and why am I here? Hey, where are my clothes?! I swear if you did what I think-”
“I'm Doc Mitchell, you were shot in the head, I don't know much about that, you'd have to ask Victor, the one that dug you out of the grave. And well, your clothes were being washed..a lady took them out somewhere, probably the well. She hasn't returned
TWD: Road to Extinction: BreakAfter an hour or so a light rain began to fall.
“Come inside, we should make supper soon.” Dennis said.
Jade sighed, stood up, and gave a slight smile to Dennis.
The pair went inside and Dennis left Jade as he walked to the kitchen. He saw the kid and Jeff sitting at the table.
“Hey Mister...” The boy said, “I'm kind of hungry...do you have any food?”
“I've got plenty, and by the way, I'm Jeff, and this is Dennis.”
Dennis waved his hand slightly.
“I'm Sam, but my dad calls me Sammy.”
“Hey, I have a cousin named Sam!” Dennis exclaimed, trying to make the kid feel a bit more comfortable.
Jeff rose up from his chair and opened the refrigerator. “Pick what you want and I'll make it.”
Sam got up and opened the freezer behind him, one of those big ones, that isn't connected to a refrigerator and pulled out a pizza box. “Boy, I like pizza, two months ago- I think my momma said two months- for my seventh
VentI'm tired of the judging.
I am tired of the laughter.
I think it's a disaster
Everything I do.
You make fun
But don't you see
that you are worse than me?
I hate you
I know you aren't supposed to hate
that is what I've been told
after an action
there is a reaction
i fear the worst
i fear when the reaction occurs
i wont stop
there will one day be
THE WALKING DEAD: Road to Extinction Chapter 3A boy came out from the woods yelling, running away from two walkers.
Jeff ran to the boy and pointed to the house, Will sprinted to one of the walkers beside a tree and stabbed it in the head, then another walker came from behind the tree and it bit into his hand. “ERH!” Will smashed it's head into the tree. As Will killed the walker Jeff cut the head clean from the other walker.
“You alright?” Dennis asked Will
“That bastard bit me...”
“You'll be alright,” Jade reassured Will “lets get you cleaned up.”
They all went inside, Jade and Will went to the kitchen sink, and Dennis and Lee turned on the tv.
“Where's your parents son?” Jeff asked the boy.
“I—I don't know, those bad guys busted the window and got in my house. It looked like it was hugging my mom, and dad hit it, they told me to run.”
Dennis heard the boy and frowned. “Poor kid” he said under his breath.
Lee scooped up the remo
THE WALKING DEAD: Road to Extinction“AHHH” Lee screamed as he awoke from the crash.
“F*ck! Your leg, god! What the hell?” Dennis jumped up with a horrible headache and his arm felt like it had been hit several times.
“I...I'm so dizzy and drowsy” Lee whispered slurring his words.
Lee's leg was stuck in Dennis' seat, blood oozing out, cut up badly. They both wondered if he'd make it out alive.
“If- If I don't make i--”
“Shut up! I'm not going to leave you. I'll die with you, you're my best-friend. Just relax, I'll look around outside.”
Dennis opened his door and felt a great pain in his left arm. He jumped out and looked around to see if he knew anything about the area. The vehicle was on a train track, and wouldn't you know it, he heard a whistle of a train. “Man, I can't ever get a break.”
“What is it?!” Lee cried, knowing it was not something good.
It was around noon when they departed from the hospital, but now it was morning, maybe th
THE WALKING DEAD OC STORY.“Dennis! Come here, we need you to lift this patient and take her to the ER on the 13th floor. ASAP!!”
“What happened to her?”, Dennis asked feeling sick to his stomach. The girl had blood all over her and a deep bite mark on her neck. Dennis began coughing with a violent manner. He nodded and pushed the gurney to the elevator and punched in the number 13.
“Ugh, I hate this music...”, the elevator music was louder than usual, Dennis always wondered why they played the music, no one liked it. “BING” the elevator sounded when Dennis reached the 13th floor. He took the gurney and rolled it down to the doors of the ER. Dennis heard a moan type of noise. “Must of been somebody in there”, he thought to himself. Then in an instant the woman grabbed his arm and pulled it to her mouth. “WHAT THE HELL LADY?!” Dennis got his arm free and scooted back trying to grasp of what just happened. The woman got out of the gurney and s
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
Sandy Hook"You heard of the stories of the shooting in Sandy Hook Elementary, Newtown CT, and I am the father of one of the children, and a husband of one of the teachers, I stand here...one day later heart broken. The house is empty, yet I hear their voices....I hear them over and over again. They won't stop...telling me to come with them. I cried the whole night, not getting any sleep, the voices in my head getting louder, and my throat starting to close. I can barley breath now. I am writing this letter now to tell you all where I will be for now on. I'm not a coward, I am following my family that I cannot live without. As I put the gun to my head, I say my prayers and say 'I'm coming home'..." -Me.
These stories of the dark monsters of humanity make me sick. These people get off from prison because they are mentally ill. They need to be put down because of it. They are dangerous but people will never understand. It will happen, until we all crash.
I pray for all the people, that have went th
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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