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Till death do us part"till death do us part"

Once upon a time there was a young girl standing under a tree with a frayed old noose hanging from a gnarled leafless branch. She had her grandfathers pocket knife in her hand, chips of wood scattered on the muddy ground. She stared blankly at the carved out heart with a whole in it. "When I find him...or her...them...its 2013 I'm open mined...I will return to this place and make my heart whole" she said to the mangled old tree.

Many years passed, filled with studies and travels, each year returning to that old tree marking off a line for each year her heart remained unfulfilled. On her return home from her yearly ri
Falling I’m falling. Falling. Falling.
“What are you doing?”
I turn around. You are there. Wasn’t I falling?
You ask again, “what are you doing?”
I look up at you and tilt my head slightly, furrowing my eyebrows. I answer, “I… don’t know.”
You stand there. You crossed your arms and sighed deeply. “What do you mean, ‘you don’t know?’” You ask.
I just stand there, staring at you. I suddenly feel a pain in my chest and look down. I move my hand slowly up to grip it. I feel it pounding. “It hurts,” I say softly. I look back up at you. “Why
Jeff the killer a love story chpt 3There was a guy he had a carved smile and unblinkleble eyes he is Jeff.ileaned in and kissed him on the lips.
Lemon warning one lemon warning it will be a light one.
He pushed me down and kissed my neck softly and he interested me.

I sat there my hair pulled around me as I shifted around and cuddled next to him.we just me he is hot.
My soul, my confusionI hate feeling emotion.

It hurts, it kills....

It heals, it forgives...

It makes mistakes, it acts foolish...

This soul that controls me.

Take it away. I hate it.

I want to be a husk, with no love or emotion.

If it means getting rid of this pain I'll make the ultimate sacrifice.

But no, I want to live, to love.

I want to feel good emotion alone.

So what do I get rid off?

Something has to go, either me or them. But I couldn't do that.

I couldn't live with blood on my hands, with death in my heart.
Russian RouletteRussian Roulette
It happens like this-- a rich man reaches middle age. He has billions of dollars, and has done everything he has ever wanted to do in life. And, quite frankly... he's bored. But he's also a sadist. His wife and kids had absconded for that reason. He lives all alone, in his multimillion dollar mansion. He owns a business, and he uses his resources to pick out three very submissive people to play a game. He names himself Mr. Anonymous. Nobody knows that he is their boss. He sends each of the three people a package, containing a revolver, a bullet, and an audio tape describing the details of this game. His conditions are that e
The Village of the Sane I once came upon a village that was sane.  Completely and utterly sane.  So sane that it was maddening.  They went through their lives as any ordinary town would.  They went to the library, to the post office, the coffee shop, the doctors office and like all good Christians they went to church.  Granted when I first arrived I felt that something was off with them.  Later I did realize that realize that it was I.  You see for most of my life I was insane and I admit it openly.  I was very mad.  The prime example of lunacy.  I was so mad that it seemed like I was in my right state of mind.  Which of course I wasn’t.
I had come upon this
The Lone Wolf and the Wayward Rabbit   Long since separated from the rest of his pack, a lone wolf was wandering the forest alone. He was scared and helpless out in the cold, unforgiving world. Separated from his old pack, he felt powerless. Sundered. Weak. He needed sustenance, above all else, but also needed some other, less urgent necessities. He wanted desperately to see the faces of his old pack again. Not even a week before this had happened, he found comfort in his pack-brethren. Their voices, and their kind words and thoughts, would give him comfort in even his most dire times. Now, thanks to those very same wolves, he couldn't think about them again without invoking an immobilizing sadness. His silver fur stood on edge, and the very thought of facing the pack again filled him with such contempt. He gave a half-hearted snarl to the air behind him, as if being chased by his inhibitions, and continued pressing through the snow-tinted forest. Small white flakes descended slowly around the entire forest, fr
Pandora's BoxWe all know it. Things happen. People change. Then why are we always surprised? Why do we still get hurt? Even though we know it’s going to happen, we can never seem to prepare ourselves. We can never quite fathom the inevitable. Even though it is, in fact, inevitable.  But it can be for the best, most of the time it is. Most of the time.

Most of the time even when it’s happening, even while we are still in pain, we know it is for the best. Because if not, then how else will we cope? How could we possibly cope if we didn’t have hope? If we have no hope, then how could we possible go on with our lives? Hope. We hope that eve
BloodI need blood to spill.

I need it to be my own.

So I can take pleasure in being hurt.

I need the pain. I need the pleasure that comes with it.

I need the blood. I need the agony.

Someone come and grant me my wish.

Someone come and let my blood flow through more than just veins.

Blood must be spilled. Please let it be mine.

I don't care why, I just need to bleed.

I don't know, I don't care why.

Please just set my blood free.
MasochismI need pain.

I hate being happy, it is so.... degenerative...

I won't be a mindless smiling zombie.

I'll be different, I'll invite you to hurt me.

I need you to hurt me, it keeps me alive.

So break me, bend me, pull me down to my knees.

I invite hatred and death.

Pestilence and pain.

So tell me....

What's it like to stare in to the eyes of insanity?

Does it scare you?

Does it repulse you? Are you sickened by me?

Look at my masochism. I need pain in and out. SO GIVE IT TO ME!

I'll do everything to provoke your ire.

I must feel suffering again.

I hate being happy.
The VeteranThe officer screamed something intelligible as the veterans crowded by the one of the ship’s exits. The air was filled with thick smoke and voices were smothered by the sounds of engines. Jeeps filled with returning soldiers zoomed off into the distance.

Souta gripped the soft handles of his duffel bag and pushed along with the rest of the men. They trudged single file down a long studded ramp to the shore where they dispersed, each shuffling off to the jeep that would take them home.

Souta stood in the ruined station and searched for a jeep with his town marked on it. None could be found. Panic rose up into his throat but he swallowe
Stars(passsing as sane)--Part 2"Iv'e been thinking maybe Iv'e been partly cloudy,

maybe I'm the chance of rain,

maybe I am overcast,

or maybe all my luck's washed down the drain."

I had at last unlocked the doors of Amada Glaxie's mind...now all that I had to do was figure it out. She had told me what seemed like everything, and that had surprisingly been okay with her; But there was something more than that. There had to be--something that she wasn't letting on. But how could I tell with someone who was mentally ill? I was her phsyciatrist , but I wasn't  God.

I couldn't help but sympathise with the poor girl. My patient had never once in her life expirenced what lov
Jeff the killer a love story chpt 2I woke up panting I went to the bathroom I was myself again I had my rainbow hair you know black white pink and blue.i looked in my aqua eyes.zack came in with that look in his eyes again he was drunk I ran out the other end of the bathroom.zack was the only one home I ran to the clouset.i hid and he left I ran out the door and ran down the street my dress waving it was above my knees my sneakers pounding the dimly lit side walk.i was grabbed in a ally and was raved it was horrible I was curled up I was lifted up and I blacked out I woke up my stuff was in the room and I looked to my right and....
30I don't like people who think they're smart.
I like people who show me what they are, and then let me figure it out. As opposed to people who tell me what they are and don't do much of anything interesting.
The Cheetah and the Jackal: a Fable
                  The Cheetah and the Jackal: a Fable

     Once upon a time, there was a Jackal who was very fast at running. He was the fastest animal around and everyone knew it.

     One day, news of a faster animal had reached the Jackal. It was said that the Cheetah was even faster than the Jackal. The Jackal was mad. He had been the fastest animal for far too long to give up the post this easily to another animal, in fact, one he had never even met!

     The disgruntled Jackal said to himself, “I am the fastest animal, not the Cheetah. I must find him and challenge him to a race where I will beat him. Then all the animals wi
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The Great MountainAs I stand in the shadow of The Great Mountain
I stare up at the peak and dream of reaching it
I have Vision
This is The First Step.

As I climb The Mountain my confidence grows
But remember that the mountain is smart
I have Intelligence
This is The Second Step

As I approach the top the winds try and stop me
But I shall not let it stop my journey and I go on
I have Determination
This is The Third Step

I have reached the peak and the air is clear
The sky is blue and I am at one with life
I am at peace
This is The Fourth Step
A little differentThe world is a little different everyday
But it's not just the changing colours of the flowers

Nor the moon slowly crossing the night sky
Or even the changes in ourselves and our friends

It is the knowledge we receive everyday
A new perspective on an old idea

And an understanding,
That brings the world a little closer together

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My World

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I sat in the dark; cold, alone, without hope
and the world for me had ended.

Then from the cold blackness came a small light
and a hand reached out from the darkness

"Come with me" said a soft voice
"Take my hand, for I know the paths
through this dark land to a new world.

And so I reached out and took the hand,
and that little light exploded and filled my world

For the journey we had taken was not one of miles,
feet or inches but a journey of understanding.
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This is what Aspergers Syndrome can feel like for me, a dark and very lonely world.

Yet there are those who seek to understand and help rather than treat me like an idiot.

sorry, im ranting again. It's just something i feel rather strongly about.
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~mutt-rivers Jun 9, 2010
You know, I'm still in the dark. There's no light for me yet, no hand to hold on to, I'm just falling deeper and deeper into the crevasse, into that darkness that engulfs you.
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Mood: Content ~DJFlat Jun 10, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
It is hard to know what to do for the best, life can seem so unfair. However we need to keep our heads above water otherwise we will sink.

Talking about our problems can help
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*Diana-Huang Apr 23, 2010  Professional General Artist
Hey there! Its never a bad thing to express how you feel! If you can't do it here... where can you??? I hope you feel better! You always know where to find me! :)
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Mood: Affection ~DJFlat Apr 24, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank You so much!, It's nice to have a friend who understands and appreciates people with difficulties.
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Mood: Affection *Diana-Huang Apr 24, 2010  Professional General Artist
LOL! People envy me... if only they knew what I had to go through... to get here... they'd change their minds.
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Mood: Content ~DJFlat Apr 24, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
I like to think that life is like climbing a mountain, but the climb for us is steeper and much harder than for the rest of society who just seem to take the ski lift. But when we reach the top we will have worked and earned our place on that peak
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*Diana-Huang Apr 24, 2010  Professional General Artist
Oooh! That's a good one! Thanks! That does make me feel better! What would I do without you! *sigh* You're awesome!
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Mood: Joy ~DJFlat Apr 24, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
Thats ok, anytime
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