The next day was the execution of the Alien. Mauriza lead Riley up to the dais and pushed him to the ground. Mauriza didn't even look twice at him as she left the dais. The ax came down and took his head off in one swing.
"Was it satisfying? I'm over here dying. I NEED sex." Isabel teased.
"Well, you can have the next one," replied Mauriza.
"Dude I was just teasing." Isabel stated.
"Haha, oh, you can still have the next one."
"Oh, gee thanks. I appreciate it." said Isabel as she rolled her eyes.
They walked out of the dungeon.
"Come on, let's go find you some Alien tail." Mauriza said.
"I'm not really in the mood," complained Isabel.
The next day was the execution of the Alien. Mauriza lead Riley up to the dais and pushed him to the ground. Mauriza didn't even look twice at him as she left the dais. The ax came down and took his head off in one swing.
"Was it satisfying? I'm over here dying. I NEED sex." Isabel teased.
"Well, you can have the next one," replied Mauriza.
"Dude I was just teasing." Isabel stated.
"Haha, oh, you can still have the next one."
"Oh, gee thanks. I appreciate it." said Isabel as she rolled her eyes.
They walked out of the dungeon.
"Come on, let's go find you some Alien tail." Mauriza said.
"I'm not really in the mood," complained Isabel.
We all get it at one point or another;
that taunting white sheet,
daring you to spill your thoughts
as your pen and paper meet.
The words in your mind,
words that scream and cry out against your skull,
Longing to be free and heard,
and yet their voices are too dull.
Nothing to say.
As your palm begins to sweat against your ball point pen
you clench your teeth atop your tongue with rage,
hoping maybe you can scrape up those final thoughts
and cast them to the page.
But, alas, there is no such luck.
And so you continue to stare,
as if to read the page's mind, see into its soul.
Still it remains empty and bare
Not a flicker of life.
Fina
A Rainy Ending to a Perfect Day by Little-Gatito-369, literature
Literature
A Rainy Ending to a Perfect Day
"Ow..." She sat up slightly after she once again slammed her head down on the cold cement.
"Why do you keep doing that?" She could hear him sitting up as he spoke, his voice becoming slightly more strained towards the end.
"I don't mean to do it..." She squirmed a little on the ground and she could feel his judgmental smile on the top of her head. "It's not like lying on the ground under a bridge is that comfortable anyway."
"Then why did we come here?"
"Because we were tired of all the Asian tourists staring at us for sitting under that tree, or on top of the boulder next to it, remember?"
"True," he stood up and held a hand down to her
Never give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about.
-Unless they are a hopelessly lost cause, and never will change.
Well my life went to hell and now all I have left to do is move on, and that's what I intend to do. FOR REAL.
Well about a week or two ago I gave up not talking to him. I think he finally noticed that I wasn't talking to him and he just wasn't going to say anything about it because he is a stupid guy.. Anyways, all is well now and I'd like to think that I'm more over him than before, though I'm sure there are many people who would still say other wise... Andd this Saturday I am going to hang out with him and then later Cara is gonna come over too, gonna have a PARTY! haha three really isn't much of a party and before Cara gets there two really is not a party... Oh well what ever it'll be fine.
k bye