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Simply, the feeling on being alone that can kill you from the inside out. The real you exposed...

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Originality

 — Today at 10:18 Originality isn’t original It's not imaginative nor unique It's the same originality, That every Tom, Dick or Harry, Use to come up with something, Old or even new. This same originality, Is stolen, A concept mad of bullsh*t and cowpoo

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Opinions?

Right hello again tumblr. I need your opinions on something. Me and a group of friends were in BDSM (Bible Discussion Study Meeting) and were questioning the concept of heaven and hell.  Now we’ve come up with a series of ideas of what hell is like and we’ve decided to turn it into an AU but we need some ideas sooo can I get some opinions? This might not get far but whatever.

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Jack’s Demise Chapter I From the outside, Jack Malfaw was a normal boy. He wasn't the dullest nor the brightest student in his class and in all honesty, he wasn't exceptionally good looking either. His hair was a dark brown colour which flew in all sorts of directions, his eyes a dull grey yet always filled with curiosity. Jack, like most boys his age did, loved sport and was on his school's football team. The world around him was peaceful and he loved his life. That was until the accident.

Though his parents had not yet told him, Jack's grandmother, Mary Margret Malfaw, had recently died of a stroke. On the morning of the funeral, Jack's mother dressed him up in his Sunday suit, polished his new shiny pointy-toed shoes and got him in the car.. As they started to drive off, Jack noticed a black van-like car that always seemed to be in front of them. The car stopped moving. Jack's parents had hit a red light and the van-like car had slowly gone out of view, continuing its journey with what seemed like a box in its back. The red light turned amber by the time the car started vibrating again and by the green it continued driving slowly ahead. Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, a car crossed the perpendicular red light and a crash was heard as Jack’s car collided with the opposing. Jack panicked as smoke engulfed him, until all he could see was the grey of the smoke. Then, with one last breathless cough, It all went black. In a hospital room connected to life support, Jack woke up. Not only alone, but afraid. Barely a minute after opening his eyes, Nurses rushed in, surrounded him with solemn faces “Jack Drake Malfaw,” One spoke up, “ Your parents are dead. I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in Jack’s eyes as the words sunk deep into his heart. ��A-are you sure?” He stuttered out, knowing what the answer would be. His parents were dead. Deceased. Gone. Forever. “Yes Jack.” The nurse replied. “They’ve just been taken off life support. But on the bright side,” The nurse smiled as he handed Jack a gift bag. ”They did leave this for you.” Jack sat up in bed taking the red and blue striped gift bag from the nurse. The tag on it read: You will always have us to protect you,Signed Mum and Pops. Jack reached inside the bag. Out he pulled a little teddy with armour sewed on and a little plastic sword in his hand. Jack pulled the bear closer to him realising this was his last gift from his parents. It smelt like a humid spring morning. The bear's eyes were made of an opaque black glass and its ‘fur’ seemed to be of dyed sheep’s wool. Its face was sewn in a constant wonky smile. And in that moment, as the bear's shiny eyes shone brightest, Jack’s parents walked past the room. To Jack’s surprise, none of the nurses seemed to notice this. Beaming, he got out of the bed and called out to his parents. “Mum! Pops!” He ran out the doors of his room towards the pair of adults who had paused to talk about something that Jack himself couldn’t quite hear. “Mum! Pops! I’m here. I’m ok.” The adults turned around and seemed to be looking at Jack. “Mum! Pops!” Jack exclaimed, running towards them. But as he did, he just phased through them. Both of the adults continued walking away without taking into notice Jack’s existence. Jack felt his heart snap into two. He fell to his knees and sobbed. Back in Jack’s room, the nurses had formed a sort of gossip group, whispering about Jack’s strange behaviours. Some looked out the door at Jack sobbing while facing a blank white wall, while others questioned actions. “Another one dropped on the head again…” One muttered. Rolling her eyes. “Someone’s parents couldn’t cope with their weed addiction, clearly.” Another sighed. “What a weird kid.” One mumbled, bemused. Through all their rustle and bustle coming up with theories for Jack’s questionable choices, none noticed the bear up and move from the bed to leave the room. The door was open already so it slipped away without any recognition. With its stumpy, cylinder-like legs it took a few minutes to reach the red-eyed boy, who still had tears flowing from his eyes. But when it did, the boy seemed to calm down. The boy had not yet turned around to see what was rubbing his back and patting him as comfort but for now, he was feeling a sort of relief which he didn’t want to stray from. “T-thank you..” Jack mumbled out. He finally turned around. “Teddy?” The bear's glass eyes stared at him, as if they were daggers shooting at his heart. The bear seemed the same as earlier. Frozen. Then, it blinked.

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00:20am

Sigh.

What am I doing at a time like this.

Sleep deprived.

Sad.

And using what little is left of my "creativity" to write this.

How bout some prose on Autumn then?

Autumn

Autumn is a feeling, a flavour, a crunch. It's the taste at the tip of my mouth. It's the smell of the dew-covered leaves. It's the constant rain in London. Autumn is the singular orange leaf that the toddler picks from the ground saying "Mommy, look at this leaf I found." Waving it around, showing the world. Autumn. Starts in the London field of lights by the end of August.

Autumn

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Family Is Forever

I turned around to see the horrors in which surrounded me that were soon to be forgotten. Towers loomed towards me like hunchbacks in a gloomy, melancholic demeanour. I was finally leaving the wreckage of what was originally Trentwood, the brightest utopia on the planet. I was finally joining the rebellion. The rebellion would strike back against the tyranny of our ruthless leader : Donlan Reethcaster, The Caesar of Hell. Or that's what we call him at least. I continued running towards the docks, sweat poured down my face. My breath started to get heavier and heavier and thoughts raced through my mind. ‘Why didn’t the docks seem any closer? Is it a mirage? Am I dreaming?’ Then a loud explosion from barely a mile away. Streams of smoke seemed to chase after me. If only I could get to the docks in time. At this point in time I thought it was all over, that was until I heard a shout from the rebellion’s boat. “Mira!” It was that shout that gave me hope. I took a deep breath before sprinting towards what seemed to be a red torch. The smoke cleared in front of me and I saw it. The blue metallic paint, the glistening torches on top. I had finally reached the rebellion ship. A ladder fell from the deck as I hurried on, arms and legs both aching and breathing heavily. One of the rebel leaders escorted me to a chair in which I sat in, thanked them and caught my breath. ‘Rain’ read the tag on their shirt. Hopefully we would come in contact again. After catching my breath I looked around for the two fellows who had led me to join the rebellion in the first place. Ti Evan Vendra and Menza Avery Silas. I got out of my seat and went out onto the deck. There I saw them both sitting on the couch which lay across from the best view of the ocean. “Ti, Menza!” I shouted enthusiastically. This disturbed boys who I then found out were clearly sleeping as they shook violently wondering who had called them, Menza falling off the couch in the process. Before either had the chance to swear at me the captain called out “We’re leaving the docks now. Three cheers for the rebellion!” A series of cheers and whoops filled the ships as it slowly departed its port. I ran over to Ti and Menza who were very obviously annoyed at me waking them from their sleep. Ti was furrowing his eyebrows and Menza had turned away from me in a belligerent manner, folding his arms while muttering something about me ruining his ‘perfect dream’. At this Ti stopped furrowing his eyebrows and laughed. Menza realising that Ti was laughing at him, then decided to turn away from Ti as well as me. He sat there in silence before curling up into a ball and going back to sleep. Me and Ti laughed about this for a number of minutes before also falling asleep. Drifting off into the dream world. I awoke in a colourful room, a  room that seemed all too familiar. The velvet floors, the colourful roses and flowers that surrounded every corner and every shelf in the room and the smell. The smell of my dad’s favourite meal. Pancakes. But my dad was dead… right? I had been raised in an orphanage after my mother left and my dad died. He can’t be… “Mira! Come get your pancakes. I’ve put on strawberries and peanut butter just like you like them!” No. My dad was dead. He died when I was three. I left the throne room to see the one thing that confirmed all my fears. A huge baby picture of  me just in the next hallway with a plaque with the words ‘Mira Reethcaster, the next leader of the Trentwood utopia.’ I awoke with a gasp only to find I was still on the rebellion boat. Menza was talking with Ti at the edge of the decks. I got up to talk to them but before I said anything, the captain spoke again “Rebels listen up. We’ve made it to safe haven. Please leave the boat in a safe and orderly fashion. Thank You. Enjoy your very happy stay. This is where your new life will end.” The captain paused. “I apologise. This is where your new life begins. Go enjoy yourselves.” People flooded the decks to these words, scrambling to get off the boat. I was the last one left on the deck. What the captain had said sounded all too suspicious. What did he mean by this is where your new life ends? Suddenly I realised what he meant. This wasn’t the safe haven. The servants of Donlan were going to kill all the rebels. I left to run out to tell them all but the captain grabbed me from behind. “The Caesar wants to specially meet you.” Then it all went black. I woke up in Titan Towers, I knew that because I had been here before. It was the room I had seen in my dream. A cameraman entered the room with Donlan walking behind. He had a malicious smirk on his face. “We’ll be going live in 3,2,1…” The cameraman said before turning on his camera. “My loyal subjects,” Donlan started “I’d like you to meet my daughter.” His smile got bigger. The camera turned to me. “Mira Reethcaster.” I knew what he was doing now. He was going to turn all my rebel friends against me. So I did what I needed to. I shouted. “I’m not your daughter.” Donlan turned to face me. “Yes you are. You ran away when someone told you I was evil. I did all of this for you my beautiful daughter. I’ll do anything to make you love me. That includes killing all your phony rebel friends. Sergeant, detonate the bombs.” The Sergeant nodded and clicked a button as a timer appeared in front of me. Donlan moved to leave the room “ Remember Mira, we are the same. Family is forever.”

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Unused

I am, Discarded. Known as a waste of space. I am unused.

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A Boy of the Ball

“Man up”  The father said “Stop your tears”, that’s not men act. Women don’t like an emotional man.” But the boys tears still danced  Their way to the floor. “And don’t wear that damned skirt.” His father growled maliciously. The same plaid skirt the father did degrade, Was the same plaid skirt that attracted the boys gaze. The skirt matched his heels, Which of course matched his makeup. That was now smeared, From the dancing tears that fell. That day the boy had a ball, With his very own Prince Charming. But his father didn’t like his ‘Cinderella’ ‘Cinderella’ was for girls. “My boy” The father said, “Is no boy of the ball” Resting the gun to the sons head...