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posted by 16falloutboy
Mekashi: The Other Side


The story of how Mekashi became Mekashi. The events that create her, the events that unleash her, the events that drive a girl into becoming a psychotic monster who we know as Mekashi.


The sun had risen out of its slumber, inflicting the world with its powerful light. It was a Wednesday morning, the middle of the week and the middle of the school year. Inside a house, inside a room, a bedroom to be exact, a girl slept soundly in her постель, кровати until an alarm played some sort of a Metal song. 2 секунды after, she took her iPod which played the alarm and she shut it off. Sitting up and stretching, she yawned softly as she looked out the window, feeling excited.
“Another день at school, yay I get to see my baby!” She stood up from the warm постель, кровати and started to strip out of her pjs. Starting with her shorts, she pulled them down and threw them onto the bed, she also threw off her tank that also ended up on the bed. She went to her closet and searched through her clothes to find what to wear. She spotted her Избранное рубашка which was a рубашка with the image of a zombie and bats on it, saying ‘The Black Dahlia Murder’. She grabbed that then she grabbed a pair of black, skinny jeans. She also grabbed a black sports bra at that as well. The bra was put on first following by the shirt. She slid on her jeans and zipped them up, then taking a pair of black socks, she put them on along with a pair of skater shoes.
“Ready for the day!” She exclaimed as she walked straight into the kitchen, pulling out two oreos and a can of Coca-Cola. She lifted the tab on вверх of the can then snapped it open and took a long sip before placing the Oreos in her mouth. She grabbed her backpack and headed out the door, shutting and locking it behind her. She headed toward the bus stop where a dirty-blond haired boy stood.
“Skyler!” She called out to him. He turned to her and a smile formed on his face.
“Hey baby, what's up?” He asked sweetly, glancing over at his beautiful girlfriend. She stood silent for a minute, thinking of what to say. She didn’t really do anything, she just relaxed at Главная and hung out on her laptop.
“Eh not much, you?” She asked back, Skyler walked over to her and pulled her in for an embrace, she blushed as she looked into his blue eyes.
“I'm just thinking about Ты Karen” He pressed his lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck, Поцелуи him back deeply. A horn honked at them, telling them that the bus was on its way. They broke the Kiss and got onto the bus, of course finding an empty сиденье, место, сиденья and sitting together. Later as they got to school, they got off the bus, and went to the cafeteria before first period had begun. They were talking to their Друзья and laughing, until the колокол, колокольчик, белл had rung to go to lockers. Skyler had held her hand, on their way to her locker.
“Shouldn’t Ты go to your locker baby?” She looked at him as her brown eyes had sparkled. He looked at her and blushed deep red.
“I can go after I bring Ты to class” He smiled. Karen loved how sweet he was so she pecked his soft cheek and he did the same to her. From then on, the rest of the день went by quite fast. Getting ready to leave school, she walked to the bus after visiting her locker. Skyler walked along side her which made her feel безопасно, сейф and that was a good thing. Once they got their seat, the bus drove off. Karen looked out the window with Skyler's arm wrapped around her, a voice soon entered her head.
"There's gonna be a bloodbath......" Karen ignored the voice, thinking her mind was playing jokes on her.
"A bloodbath will happen soon......I will be in control and I'll destroy those who have harmed me.....maybe some more...think of it, bathing in blood will be a pleasurable experience" Karen worried more, wondering why these thoughts were in her head.
"Intestines hanging on the ceiling lamp, skin patched up on the wall, the screams of the victims echoing down inside the basement...." That image popped up in her head which cause her to jump then shake her head.
"Are Ты okay baby?" Skyler asked, concerned for the being of his one true love.
"Yeah, something just came in my head. No big deal" she replied as she glanced back out the window. A half-hour later, the bus had arrived. Skyler and Karen both got out, walking toward their homes.
“Baby, wanna hang after school tomorrow?” Skyler asked the brunette. She gazed at him and she sighed softly.
“Sure babe, I got stuff to do today anyway”
“Yeah same here, so I’ll talk to Ты tomorrow k?” He had asked.
“Yeah, talk to Ты tomorrow” Karen smiled as she kissed his lips then went into her home. She dropped off her bag on the диван, мягкий уголок then went into the кухня to make herself dinner. She took a piece of хлеб and placed it on the counter, she then pulled out a container of Limburger cheese which she had also placed it on the counter. She grabbed a нож from the cabinet, right before she took a dab of the cheese, an image popped in her mind of the нож covered with blood along with blood stains on the walls and floor of the kitchen. Her pupils grew smaller, becoming еще evil and twisted looking. Her skin became a bit pale as she grinned psychotically but right then she shook her head, going back to her original state.
“What the fuck just happened?” She questioned herself.
“That was seriously weird......” She finished creating her сэндвич, бутерброд then went off into the living room to watch some good old tv. She was watching her Избранное show, a Показать which was about a bluejay and raccoon. Later that evening, she fell asleep on the диван, мягкий уголок as a sort of ringing sound played which had woke her up. She looked over and saw that Skyler was calling her on Facetime.
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows by my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying by my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do Ты ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do Ты ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do Ты know
You’re inescapable
Do Ты ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re сердце
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do Ты ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really Ты are
So capable
Do Ты ever feel
That...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, еще felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing Ты can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that Ты think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. сердце pounding. Blood racing. No еще time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet или death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was безопасно, сейф here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling Фрукты on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
plz tell me if Ты like it and if i should write more




2....1 ready или not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a дерево "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most горький woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out или dresses. "coming miss belle." we сказал(-а) in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants Ты brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...
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And of course, the initial reaction to a Название like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, или even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...
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Чтение to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant Чтение aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent Чтение become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent Чтение came about simply because Чтение aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent Чтение have revealed that it became the usual mode of Чтение for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s Ты were sporting?
Oh no, Ты have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod Ты some more, ask some Вопросы too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
Hope Ты mates will like it =3
Feel free to comment

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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold Стена where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.

The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.

And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be Пение only for Ты my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
posted by rebaj2010
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved by her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in Любовь but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and Показать her what it's like to be hated
added by tutifruity111
posted by DMLIME
MI6 agent Scott Filbury waited quietly outside the office of the head of the department. He was not told why he had been summoned, but the agents usually weren’t. He sat still; the only movement were his eyes, darting to every corner of the blank hallway, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings as he had been trained to 6 years before. He was only 28 and had been recruited after saving 3 people in a burning building, Показ a ‘desire for passion and justice’ as his Профиль read.
He noticed a fly near the bright lamps that were imbedded in the ceiling. He knew that soon the...
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posted by madening_mahem
I only came to resolve a matter, nothing more.
But have Ты no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy или pity, have Ты no shame?
You speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an час to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that Ты knew him well, for that I know very...
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Source: bishal
added by -HuddyLove-
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