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Dernière publication sam., août 23, 2014
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. That when looking into someone eyes, you can tell their true emotion. That you can tell if they're telling the truth.
Well, here's proof.
(Not really good at descriptions)
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The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Terminé
This Is Me (DRARRY) {UNDER EDITING}
I suck at descriptions.Terminé
Hollow
I'm a Hollow. That's what they call us. I don't feel enough emotion to make judgements about people and there's really no way for me to feel much more. I can read people much easier than I can feel, but I can't feel sympathy for any of them. I can have people that can love me and I won't be able to love them back. I don't even know if being a Hollow is bad.Terminé
The Truth
It is as simple as the title reflects. Its the truth. Simple yet complicated in its own right. Because in a single truth of a person might not be an actual truth, but instead the ideals of the human. The truth according to the writer. But if you think of it that way, I believe truth is a myth. A word with no real meaning. So instead this is a testimate. A truth in my eyes. Just to show my ideals and thoughts.Terminé
Darkness. That's all there is. Well, all there is until you meet and truly fall In love with your soulmate. Then you can get the joy of having vision.
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