Technolgy hates me and the feelings are mutuali'm writing a bunch of little stories to keep my mind busy thanks to the loss of all of my data from the last crash.
technology hates me i swear.
New BeginningA child covered in grime stood atop a cold hill of rusted metal, glass and rubber. Before her stood the decaying civilization from years past, crumbling buildings filled with bones of the forgotten was all that remained of her once great race. The memories, aspirations, and dreams they once had faded away like a distant dream. Nature had begun to creep back into the cracked streets littered with rusting metal monsters and filth. A woman walked up to the child. “Uma?” the child pointed to the empty city in front of her. The woman shook her head and pointed to the trees behind her. The child hopped off the mounNew Beginning
The EndA woman stood at the end of a cracking street. She stared up at the rotting buildings before her; tears ran down her grimy blood caked face.The End
A woman hid behind a podium as people ripped at one another in rage. Another sat in an apartment building, screaming at herself and the walls around her.
A girl killed her sister out of love, then tore through her veins with her teeth as a helpless journalist watched. A woman with raven hair watched in secrecy as her friend jumped from a bridge and met her death. A man met a woman playing a piano and held her as she died. His tears fell upon her raven hair. &nb
AngelSilver light shimmered off of the angels pale form. Tears streamed down her grime covered face as she stared out of the tower window. She raised a slim fingered hand to wipe away her sadness. The shackles around her wrists and ankles jingled like melancholy bells. A chilled breeze blew through her dirty hair. The scars on her body stood apart from her pallid skin under the silver glow of the moon, a permanent reminder of her eternal captivity. She stretched her white feathered wings and a single white feather fell over the edge of the stone windowsill. It danced on the breeze as it was swept away from the lonely tower. PAngel
Left in the dark pt3 “We love you Lisa.” Chyna slowly turned her head, she screamed as small grey hands grabbed the sides of her head. The child smiled as she pulled Chyna’s face closer to her own blacked veined face. “You’re not real, you’re not real,” Chyna muttered, her eyes wide with fear. “I’m as real as you Lisa,” The child said with an evil laugh. Chyna shut her eyes; a cool breeze blew against her face. She gagged as the smell of decaying flesh danced among the breeze. Her eyes snapped open, she was sitting a stone room filled with wooden and porcelain dolls. ChynaLeft in the dark pt3
Frustrated
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"Why do you murmer? why do you dread the calm symmetry of death? is there no sucour to be drawn from oblivion? the pattern must be complete, birth is but the first preporation for death."
I like you... I'll kill you last
DAA Room#1323
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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It's always raing in my heart, and it wont ever stop...
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