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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 cama until an alarm played some sort of a Metal song. 2 segundos 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 dia at school, yay I get to see my baby!” She stood up from the warm cama 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 favorito camisa which was a camisa 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 por 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 topo, início 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 início 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 you Karen” He pressed his lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck, beijar 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 assento 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 friends and laughing, until the sino had rung to go to lockers. Skyler had held her hand, on their way to her locker.
“Shouldn’t you 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 you 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 dia went por 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 seguro 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 you 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 you tomorrow k?” He had asked.
“Yeah, talk to you tomorrow” Karen smiled as she kissed his lips then went into her home. She dropped off her bag on the sofá then went into the cozinha to make herself dinner. She took a piece of pão 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 faca from the cabinet, right before she took a dab of the cheese, an image popped in her mind of the faca covered with blood along with blood stains on the walls and floor of the kitchen. Her pupils grew smaller, becoming mais 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 sanduíche then went off into the living room to watch some good old tv. She was watching her favorito show, a show which was about a bluejay and raccoon. Later that evening, she fell asleep on the sofá as a sort of ringing sound played which had woke her up. She looked over and saw that Skyler was calling her on Facetime.
posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of mais to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She said when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his friends laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder por the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poesia as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read por the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because por that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the descrição of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell you few things here. I actually asked myself that pergunta long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no friends or other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... You couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is amor then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the amor that they show me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring you up when you are down, they are the ones that you can turn to when life isn't going the way you want it to, they are there to comfort...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary cabeçada topo, início and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia said I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the cozinha on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if you gave me a choice
everything about you i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only you i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about you i admire
you are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my coração would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions you play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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posted by ZekiYuro
composição literária and design have always been two passions of mine. When someone first approached me with a composição literária opportunity for their blog, I was shocked. It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment that the two could be brought together harmoniously. I still remember composição literária that artigo and building my first brainstorm of topics. I found myself asking, "What makes a good article?"




But, to hell with good articles. Anyone can write a good article. I wanted something that would floor everyone–that would make everyone say, "Who the heck is this guy, and why haven’t I read his stuff before?"

I’m always...
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added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are you an artist with your words? Do you like to write? I know I do. "So You Think You Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be enviado to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written por you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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