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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
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
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
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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