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05/25/2020 01:03 PM 

pink pills, pink lies. (drabble)

  β•± * “πŒπ€ππ˜ will say I’ve shed innocent blood, that I’ve massacred many for the sake of a cause that was unjust. But what does blood exist for? If it is not meant to be shed?”𝐇𝐄𝐑 father’s words burned like a π…πˆπ‘π„π˜ flame, the orange colored, smouldering embers engulfed in his ascension of addiction. It was about πŒπŽππ„π˜. It made so much more sense now. 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 was the color of π„ππ•π˜, 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 controls the transaction of how the world went round. πŒπŽππ„π˜ corrupts and demoralizes a nation. It is the cause of ππ‹πŽπŽπƒ being shed. Why do you think countries tend to support war? There’s money involved for the spilling of innocent blood onto the concrete. A call to arms is made and everyone involved gets to have a plate to eat, except the citizens who are considered peasants of the hierarchy. In her father’s jurisdiction, it was 𝐍𝐎 different.𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 dealing was filled with dishonesty, betrayal, and the πƒπ„π’πˆπ‘π„ of money. It was a vicious cycle that went around and around. Drug distributors fell in love with the π‡πˆπ†π‡ of chasing money and the ππŽπ–π„π‘ that came along with it. Her father wasn’t exempt to that. On the other hand, SÉLINE was on the other side of the spectrum. It was like the urge of taking a pill 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 into her thoughts like a storm, the ill winds hollowed inside of her stomach, whistling in high pitch sounds that created a false tranquility. The gust of wind formulated this ominous aura of grey, but there were flashes of white, tumbling through the turbulence. It was as if she was π’π“π”π‚πŠ at sea. The torrents rippled, the forceful winds was tunneling, and the impact caused a π‚π€π“π€π’π“π‘πŽππ‡π„ inside of her body. πˆπ“ was like she was drowning in an ocean of πƒπ„π’ππ€πˆπ‘, but it was tears. It didn’t stop until it washed all of what was left inside of her. It was so wrong, but it felt so π‘πˆπ†π‡π“.𝐒𝐇𝐄 knew that is the same way her mother felt. The π’π”π…π…π„π‘πˆππ† of drug addiction lied deep inside of her body like deep ocean currents, stirring the depths of the turbulence with this πŒπ€π‹π„π•πŽπ‹π„ππ“ force of misery. It was either πƒπ‘πŽπ–π or π’π–πˆπŒ. Her mother πƒπ‘πŽπ–ππ„πƒ, the waves were filled with this ferocious ferocity, and it ultimately led her to 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. Drugs drove her body to unconscionable acts of depravity, doing any and everything to attain her last hit. SÉLINE always wondered, did her father lead her mother to through this path of fatality? He was her 𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐑. He had complete 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 to what she desired. Would she end up just like her mother? Fall in love toxically with not only a man, but a form of addiction.𝐒𝐇𝐄 could remember the day she found her mother dead, lying on the kitchen floor. Her soul was π€π‘πˆπƒ, devoid of skin, with her eyes fixed and vacant. There was heaviness in her limbs as much as her mind. It felt as if there was an emptiness in her heart, a shear of nothingness and darkness that formed, tendrils of inkling beak that somehow took over and held her soul and strangled it with emotion. She was ππ‘πŽπŠπ„π. Her mother was gone. It was this heavy feeling. The weight of the world is resting on her shoulders and there was nothing she could do to get out from under it. It's like this hole in her heart was in the shape of the one she lost. She couldn’t wipe the tears away, and while falling to the floor in a disheveled heap, the π†π‘πˆπ„π… poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears.𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 she was, infront if the mirror, with cold sweat glistening on her furrowed eyebrow, with a tumultuous thudding of her heart. π“π„πŒππ“π€π“πˆπŽπ was calling her. Limp extremities just creaked and cracked under the pressure of her body. It was telling her to “ππˆπ‚πŠ π˜πŽπ”π‘ ππŽπˆπ’πŽπ”. She could feel her gut twisting in anticipation of the incomparable feeling that awaited her. Tears slid down her pretty face and the palms of her hands itched. The two pills that sat on top of the countertop of the bathroom was π”π‘π†πˆππ† her. Finally, she answered, “𝐈 π‚π‡πŽπŽπ’π„ π˜πŽπ”.”, succumbing to the demon of addiction, just like her mother. Will her life end in the same tragedy?

Bitter Beta

05/25/2020 12:06 PM 

The night you were born

Chaos, a completely untamed rabid free for all of angry, emotional and feral chaos consumed the small shack of a cabin. The nearly war esq clash between vampire and wolf  almost causing its tin roof to blow off  as if it were no more than bamboo and mud.. But as loud as the storm around her brewed, nothing could compare to the ear deafening internal cries or turmoil, pain and fear the young woman at its middle now battling with a conflicted soul, an aching heart and a child she so desperately wanted to save and not set eyes on within the same thought. Her screams so roughly intense on her chords, she had all but lost her voice and her breathing began to faintly come out as soft growls. The native womans inner beast now only controlled by her very last of rusted steel caged stubbornness that she could muster. Had she not been able to manage that within this moment, it would have surely ended her life and the life of her child...and anyone her claws and teeth could reach. For the way her wolf felt right now, it would be right for the jugular.            Like a flimsy ragdoll with rotting stitches and molded diminished filling, Leah felt her numbing body swopped up from her crimson puddle of dying life, her limbs flailed with Edwards quick movements and actions. The mere rumble of his deliberately forceful arrival into the cabin shook the hardwood beneath her and caused her violently twitching body to quiver even more. Glazed and slowly dying hues attempting to focus on the vampire. Conflicted inside, almost infuriated to be relieved to see him there. The double edged sword slicing her within like a sickle so easily sliced through a field of corn stalks.              Helpless and defeated those same hazel hues began to take on a glimmer of humble pleas. Pleas towards a race of species that turned her life upside down, a race that had hurt her so extreme that the young woman could not find word but only tears that flowed from her eyes every night. A monsters horrifying acts upon her had destroyed her faith in immortal humanity. Never had the word bitter fit her so well, but truth be told it was exactly the opposite she wanted to feel and be. Unfortunately she had lost herself and this shell was all that remained.               The leadlike taste of human blood she and her unborn had been surviving on rupturing through the pores of Leah's tongue burned her throat like molten lava, her head flinging back violently and her stomach contracted, looking like there was a sea of boiling bubbles just beneath her copper flesh. “Get it out ...God get it out!” Her screams turned to begging cries as she looked over to Carlisle and then to Edward like she never had before. The young woman fell mercilessly flat against the surface where her body restlessly. Cries to her mother, her ancestors, to whatever god existed erupted from her lip. Her hands gripping at the sheet beneath her and her feet almost unintentionally kicking the Dr as they uncontrollably flung about with every slice open of her skin.         Blood and bodily tissue splash high like the waves over the rocky edges of LaPush, The raven haired woman suddenly stopped moving. Her breaths were as shallow as the faint pulse in her veins and not a bit of the sheets that covered her body remained any shade but red. Leah caught a small glimpse of a hand, her throat suddenly tightened as if being contracted by an asp that had not fed in weeks. When Edward spoke, it was no more than an echo to her ears. She narrowly gazed upon the child, torn inside. How could such a demonic act upon a woman by such a recluse evil being of the could his seed create a creature pure at the sight? Leah turned away but Jesus didn’t want to.          But as Edward spoke once again, something within her like a soft voice caused her to slowly turn around once again. Her body trembled, but not of disgust or fear. For now when she gazed down at the child within her arms, she saw no monster, no abnormality of evil. Leah suddenly saw something within the boys own hues that sent a surge of intense awakening light, and that light slowly began to break through and destroy any soul devouring darkness that had taken home within her. She saw the spirit of her ancestors in his eyes, the glimmer of her late father in the slight curving of his lips into a smile. And most importantly Leah saw her reason for living from now on.         “The sun has settled my demons in the west moon but has raised my eternal joy and sun  in the east. You are my east. My Easton.” Barely a whisper to the ears of others around her, Leah's words flowed out in a sweet melodic tone only for her Son. And as her fingertips traced lovingly and lightly along his soft skin, she spoke out the softest of vows to him. “I will do anything for you. I will die for you. I will live for you. My little Indian Brave, I would kill for you”         It was then and only then that she allowed her kind in. But as Edward and the others left, she followed their presence until she could no longer see them anymore. Once the others were inside, Leah sat up just a bit, her baby tightly protected in her arms, she gave them all a stern gaze and monotone tone. “This is my son. He is just as much of a Queleute as anyone one of you. If any one of you has it in your minds to treat him any less or different at all, I will with clear conscience make you regret it every single day of your life ...if I decide to let you live another day. If there is an issue with this, leave now. You deserve not to be in the presence of such a child.”          The cabin became silent. But slowly ...very slowly it was Sue that moved first, Jacob following suit right behind her. Their steps were cautious, their facial muscles understanding and curious faces towards Leah and the child. “My grandson, I see your grandfather in that smile ” Sue whispered, her eyes tearing, but with happy tears. Jacob leaned over and peaked at Easton's ever so small hands before giving his signature grin “Look at the size of those future paws. Gonna be bigger than Sam...stronger than Paul” He chuckled a bit. Leah smiled wide, but when her eyes met the hot headed wolf near the cabin entrance, she made sure to give him a look that she meant what she said. And that was all it took for him to open his mouth.        “She ain’t feeding that leech reject any blood on the reservation. He would starve before I let that happen. You’re all f***ing insane” Pauls words were loud, carelless and crule as he stormed out. Leah didn't let him get to her in that moment. All she wanted to focus on was the child in her arms. Little did she know now, the lengths she would go to to give him all he needed.       It was then that Jake noticed that Eastons eyes began to swirl into a deepening red. “He needs to eat. Seth go see if Carlisle has any bags of...I don't care what it is. Deer or human. Just bring back blood.” Jacob spoke out, taking a bit of control over the situation, remembering all too well what Renesme needed not too long ago.  

𝑓 𝑖 𝑙 𝑑 β„Ž.

05/25/2020 10:48 PM 

the day my heart stopped.

there is just something about this connection. feel it in my bones that i want to spend as much time as possiblewith him. a troll under a bridge one might say. odd. not him . . . oh no. the feelings. d i f f e r e n t. nothing i've ever felt before. blue eyes, dark hair, chub. different. he's taken me in. taught me his ways. did histime in carcer, and now i'm beside him. learning. and inever want to leave . . . funny thing is, i don't even knowhis name. normally wouldn't give two fucks. today i caremore than i care for myself . . . to k n o w. β› . . . wait, so . . . who the fuck are you again?  ❜a look of bewilderment at my brashness. whatever. fucker. don't look at me that way. the way that makes my heart melt. " uh, well . . . people tend to call me mike, man. "mike. lame. i'll remember it 'till the day i die . . . " you? "❛ trevor.  ❜" trevor. nice to meet you, i guess. you're a good shot. "❛ thanks . . .   βœthe beginning of an era, i suppose. those eyes pierce throughme like a fifty caliber. i know that watching him leave my sidetoday . . . after our first job . . . that hurt more than the agonyof taking a bullet of that size ever could. in a way, i wish someone would shoot me. then i wouldn't haveto deal with the possability of never seeing him again. you know how supposedly you can tell how much someone lovesthe other by how much the pupil dilates when looking at them? iwonder if he see's that in m i n e  . . . 


05/25/2020 10:22 PM 

Owes list.

IOU:Ryan 05/24YOM:Mica 05/24


05/25/2020 08:41 PM 

Change Of Heart Drabble

Harry Hook was growing bored and sick, tired of Uma's antics and shenigans. He had grown a pair. He also grew a conscience. And had a change of heart. Even the son of barbaric, sadistic, heartless infamous Captain Hook had even a heart. He was sick of being used and had by Uma. Harry was just wanting to explore other places, to have freedoms. He was sick of being held back, pushed around treated like a dog, a tool. Harry was at his breaking point. On the Isle Of The Lost he was a lost broken soul wanting to be his own person and his own drum. He wasn't liking how his father was pushing him around, manipulating him to be like him. He grew some guts and started rebeling against Uma and the pirate crew. He detested authority and rules. Harry had enough. He was at his breaking point. He didn't like how his sister and Uma used him to orchestrate kidnapping people for ransom. He was growing utterly tired and bored of being a pirate and his curiosity was his salvation of life outside of the island. Also he had done the unthinkable and ultimate in Uma and pirates eyes. Harry took a separate ship with all the loot they had stolen giving them back to their rightful owners and setting prisoners free. It came to shock of his sister CJ Hook who was brokenhearted over what her brother was doing and acting. He didn't care for her anymore. It was risk losing his livelihood, his status. He didn't care about that all he cared about was being himself and living by his own accord, rules. Uma also brokenhearted at the way Harry was acting and doing. When she told him to do something he snapped on her and told her no do it yourself. Harry was becoming a new person and he would stand up stealing from others and also when it came to Mal, her friends telling them to forget about them let them be. If they want to walk the good not evil line let them. Harry was continuing his tirade and anti authority antics. Uma asked his father to deal with him. But it backfired he told his father off and told him to go to hell he wasn't going to be used or had for Uma's selfish goals anymore. For now on he was gonna be his own man and do what he wanted that wasn't part of this crew of losers and that he was leaving the island of the lost. He didn't care if he got disowned, barred or sent into exile he rather be walking the plank than listening to the voice of a annoying bumbling troll like Uma. It made his father upset and sad to see Harry stand up to him, Uma, and everyone including the Queen, Cruella the others telling them to take their evil deeds and shove them. Harry had freed Carlos and Evie after Uma had captured them for ransom and sailed them himself back to Auradon to their shock and disbelief they seen a side in Harry they liked and it was a gentle soul, caring, sweet, generous, kind. He given them gold he had and told them Uma wasn't going to bother them anymore if she did. She personally be handled and dealt with him personally. They thought it was a trick it wasn't and had given them magic wand back to Mal. Harry had stood up for himself and awoken. Harry had fought against his former friends and fought against Uma even. Nearly he had her to where he could've killed her. A sword to her throat he warned her telling her not to mess with Mal or her friends, anyone from Auradon, and that he hated, despised, can't stand sight of her. He makes her sick. Uma in tears and not to go looking for him if she did he would certainly come back and not regret putting a sword in her chest. Harry packed his things, got a ship of his own ready and sailed off leaving his life that he was living that was a lie behind along with Uma.

Realizing The Truth, turning on Uma and Gil, getting off the Isle Of The Kost

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