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101. Possession “I will possess your heart.”

“No, you won’t. And you will never have me.”

“That’s very bold, coming from you.”

“I speak the truth.”

“What if I kiss you….”

“Don’t…”

“I will have you. You are mine.”

“I know who I belong to.”

“He will never take you. I am here, and always will be.”

“No. You are here, and will cease. He will not.”

“I grow tired of your insolence.”

“You have no right to strike me. You have no power over me.”

“I will control you…”

“You will not.”


73. I Can't You…are not a monster. I refuse to believe that…I can’t believe that. And yet…
When people hear your name, they cringe. If I look you up on the internet, I see pictures of a horrible…thing with fangs and flaring red eyes! That can’t be you…!

I try to say something nice about you in public…people glare at me, or criticize me. Some say that they have right to opinion. But it doesn’t work like that! What if they change you somehow by believing the bad things about you? What if my love isn’t enough…to keep you as you are. As I believe you are…

I can’t…can’t live knowing
81. Pen and Paper “Pen and paper….huh. So many things have come of it. What a dangerous tool.
You don’t believe me? Belief can create, my good sir. What? Need proof?
Here’s your proof.

Look at all the writing…it’s scrawled on page upon page, endless. And there are thousands upon thousands of books. And teenagers….

Hah. They create the most of all, along with the children. Don’t believe me?

Here, look at this. This is a series of books, featuring a particularly appealing man. Indeed, he is fictional. However. Look at all the teenagers that have fallen in love with him. Fiction can create emotion.

You still don’
Bye Bye, Blackbird. Black bird, where are you? I’ve missed you for so long.
Where did you go? Where did I go wrong?
Blackbird, did you cease to exist? Why did I abandon you?
Did I upset you?
You were my best friend. Do you remember? It was you, me, and the trees.
Black bird, have you lost your magnificence? You were absent for so long…I don’t remember shoving you away.
Blackbird, can you forgive me? I’m sincerely sorry. I promise to take better care of you from now on.

…You’re a good friend, Alighnus.

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Live Before I Die

by *grendylgirl

I need you guys. You're part of my world, part of what I wished was my reality.

I took this world, and made it my own. I stole what I thought was beautiful or worthy, and perfected it to my own liking. I was selfish with the views that you all have inside you, in your mad little heads.
I gave you everything you'd ever need, right here. I made sure that if I ever died, you wouldn't. I made sure you would be able to survive.
I gave you, my closest, the duty of leader. You would be the one to guide them if they ever became lost.

I was a child. I based things off false pretenses, off religious models and books. I regret this, but it made you who you are.
I took music and made it your own. It inspired me to make more. It made me create…
Out of my own emotions and wishes, all of you were born. You took hold quickly, temporarily capable of shielding me from the harsh realties of this world.

I gave you voices. I gave you hearts. I gave you minds; you can create on your own. You can live, breathe, think for yourself. You should feel privileged.
Most of them don't get this…

When I die, I want to make sure you'll live on. You're too special to simply die out. This world of mine…is mortal. And it will fade. What then?
Will my evergreen die? Or will it outlive me.

I'm going to die. It's a fact. But you…

…you hopefully won't.

Promise me your hearts will keep beating. Promise me your forgotten lives will continue, even without me. As far as I know, there is no other world like it.
Live.
Live.
Live!

Take your first real breath! Embrace life with every molecule of your body. I'm begging you. You must live.

Before reality takes me over…
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I wish I could hear my characters' hearts beating.

That way I'd know how alive they really are.

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*Sollace Jan 13, 2010
You're so much more involved with your characters than I am.
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*grendylgirl Jan 13, 2010
Yes.
I know.

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Stargate, Ubisoft, sparkle!
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~Mountain-Ash Jan 12, 2010
*speechless*

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Can I remove your skin and see your grin?
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*grendylgirl Jan 12, 2010
I can either ask why, or hope that's a good thing XD;

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~Mountain-Ash Jan 12, 2010
It's a good thing ^^

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Can I remove your skin and see your grin?
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*grendylgirl Jan 12, 2010
Oh goodie >D

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Looking at you. It scares me. It's supposed to, love…
But the more I look at you, the more I'm sure.
No filters or coverings, just you.
You're frightening. Abnormal to a human's eye.
But it doesn't bother me as much…
Now just let me look at you.
Let my breath escape my mouth.
Beautiful strangeness, odd desire.
Shunned perfection.
Permanent grin.
It makes me grin too.

Inside every one of us.
Room for a heart, breath, and life.
I'd rather not…
…cover up perfection.Looking at you. by *grendylgirl
Skeleton Me. "It's been fun. I'll miss you.
Tell me it's alright. Let me fade into the music, into the whispers.
The echoing whispers.
Is it alright? Will you miss me?
I wonder if you'll notice the change, if there is any.
Untrue, un-genuine, fake.
Un-tuned, and unaware.
Let it play this little repetitive tune. The gentle, minor, unheard moans.
Fill your lungs. Breathe it.
The CO2 of toxic desire.
I leave you with only a few words. If your memory is sharp enough, you might remember.
Stripped me down to a skeleton."Skeleton Me. by *grendylgirl
91. Drowning You're smothering me. Suffocating. Drowning.
I can't breathe. I've forgotten how…
How do you breathe? How do you manage?
You've always been above the water.
You learned how to breathe.
But me?
I was born underwater.
I don't know how to breathe.

Begging, drowning, dying, breathing, writhing, being-

Freeze the water.91. Drowning by *grendylgirl
The Black Bird's Black Book She entered the house, the door creaking in protest. Inside was a rather large, dusty book with pealing black leather binding resting atop a wooden podium. Hesitantly, she approached it, causing the wooden floor boards to groan beneath her feet.
Around her, the dark walls seemed to threaten her very existence, radiating claustrophobia. A stair case curled upwards into the looming darkness.
With care, the delicate human slowly opened the book, turned over the cover and staring at the title.

Or, where it would be.

There was a lone, blank line in the middle of the page. A tad confused, she flipped through the next few pages, all of which weThe Black Bird's Black Book by *grendylgirl
Dead Fish The sun was setting. Shallow waves gentle rubbed against the cliffs, reflecting beautifully the fiery orange sky. Near the edge of the lake was a fishing house, connected to land by a faded, yellow bridge.

There was a splash.

Below it, a fish struggled in the water and died, floating lifelessly at the surface.

"Is it dead?" Called an amused woman from atop the cliff.
"Did it die?" Another asked.
A girl stood on the bridge, staring down at it in horror, her hands shaking slightly.
"Did it die? Is it  moving?"
"Just give it a sec."
"Is it dead?"

"Yes!" The girl spun around. "Yes, it's dead!"
"Is it alive?"
"NO!" She ran, crying. RigDead Fish by *grendylgirl
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