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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
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
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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