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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
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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
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