I've never seen a flower
I've never felt a shower
They took me to a tower
took my breathe and power
I'm starring at the wall
almost numb as a doll
on a never-ending fall
I wonder if you hear my call
So many years
hopes an fears
and crying tears
that no one hears
So, das ist nun die erste Story, die ich auf englisch geschrieben hab. Ich mag sie sehr gerne und ich hoffe sie gefällt jenen, die sie lesen ^^
Love
Dragon
As cold as gold - A monk's tale
The sun rose over a sleepy town.
It was a terrible hot day in Yuuba. My feet were burning while I took place in the sand with care. Finally, while the sun went down I watched the desert. The air was flickering, caused by the heat around the oasis...
The gentle crackling of the bonfires as the night began to change to twilight was the only sound that was heard in the hushed forest. All of the animals, from the lowly rats to the largest hawk, had all fled from their respective homes when they arrived.
He had noticed that for some time June had been growing increasingly dissatisfied and restless. They had had no interesting cases lately, nothing on which his little friend could exercise her keen wits and remarkable powers of production.
Heavenly fetish
“I won’ put’em on! Forget about it! EY! Just drop it, RAPHA!”
“Oh, but they do suit you…” Struggling on the floor, two Arch-Angels under-cover created quite a chaos in a small shoe shop some hours past midnight.
I can hear her laughing long before I even set foot on the balcony.
It's the last day on earth, not mine, but everybody's.
Rising temperatures, melting poles, raping the earth for fuels, we all knew it was coming.
But not this way. Not this way.
Title: “RUN”
Author name: KyoMono
Author email: saintbelial@gmx.de
Category: drama
Sub Category: racism / neonazism
Summary: Me, my sister and her boyfriend were hunted by neonazis.
Untitelted
Dark soldiers in the night,
A white child shined bright,
Black blades sensed its sway,
First white blossoms fayed away,
Bleeding eyes sought the light,
The soldiers prepared to fight,
Glaring guardians reflected in his face,
The death came to
Have you ever seen the one?
The one with a new skin, a second skin?
It’s crawing on the blood
It’s crawing on a life
Out of fear they run away
Out of fear they attack
So say it’s beautiful
Have you ever seen the on?
The one with the strong hand?
Hitting on the only o
Disclaimer:
Just a little short story. Too long for a scribble, these things really are TOO short for me to write them. All characters my copyright, using them without getting a permission before is not allowed etc.
I am surrounded by shadows like a tree at a late day of winter.
The beings pass by me as exanimate shadows.
The smile in their face is only a mask to conceal the truth.
You were the only one who I believed in, when I saw in your nightblue eyes.
Story Title: Tokidoki [時々]
Part: 1/3
Author: Kyo aka Lyrial_Showtime aka me
Band/Group/Musician(s): La:Sadies [Kao x Kyo x Kisaki]
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of them! They're all their own and I think they don't act like this in real life!
Any other notes/warnings/than
Coming home from work
Sitting on a couch
Watching a black hole
On the white painted wall
What is it that takes you away
It always changes your mind
Carefull what you see
Reality or dream?
Brainwashed like you are
Conservative stuff, everyone’s the same…
Never care
Her steps got closer to the bath tube until she stopped and rested her elbows on the edge. Kalifa closed her eyes half ways and watched the women compared to her. Her fingers caught a streak of apricot-coloured hair and played with it absently.
Sasuke ist allein in Konoha - Naruto versucht, Kyubi aus seinem Körper zu vertreiben und ist deshalb weggegangen, und Sakura und Itachi sind tot. Was allerdings eines Tages passiert, würde sogar Tote wecken...
My hand found your silky blond hair, which had always looked like sunshine, and I ran it through slowly... my lips forming the three words I wanted to tell you before you left.
Who would have known…
The Gryffindor common room was lonely except for a certain young witch with quite wild hair. The girl was sitting on the couch and tried to read a book about dark creatures for her DADA homework, but her thoughts continued wandering.
"Aya!"
Ken's voice echoed over the footsteps in the nearly empty stairwell. Only three sets of footsteps were resounding from the concrete walls. The highest up the stairs were heavy falling and erratic, as if the person had forgotten how to run.
