In collaboration with -Alter-Native-
No ideas, because all ours have been shot down, just like our hopes, dreams and wishes.
No ideas, because our identities have been shot and called our faults.
No ideas, because the people who are meant to support us have told us we won't succeed.
No ideas, because my mind is numb and my hands are shaking.
No ideas, because my heart has been stabbed, vinegar poured in the wound.
No ideas, because my whole world has just shattered around me.
No ideas, because my eyes are filled with tears.
No ideas, because my ears are ringing.
No ideas, because my stomach is churning.
No ideas, because I have been knocked down once again.
No ideas, because they have won.
No ideas, because homophobia has won once again.
No ideas, because homophobia has once again killed the teenager.
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The Owl
Fanfiction"How can you dream when they all die at your hands?" Annabeth's plan failed. The seven all died. Gaea feel back into slumber, but not at a huge cost. Percy, Jason, Frank, Leo, Hazel and Piper. Dead. What happens when she's thrown out of Olympus for...
