Writing Because It's Right by annagrin333, literature
Literature
Writing Because It's Right
The words I write
Are my blood as it's spilled across a page
Take a pen to paper
Or a blade to my skin
Makes no difference to me
Except what I let the other people see
Maybe if I didn't
If I just left the ink in the pen
The paper untouched
I'd just fade away
But people swear that's not what they want
So I write
Write so I can stay
Because that's what my friends swear is right
I breathe you in
Feeling you fill every part of me
Kiss your lips
My escape from reality
But there's a familiar taste
One that lingers
Long after you pull away
"I'll be here," you say
But I know better
Than to believe your tainted words
The same words
That left me drunk and addicted
Needing just one more night
But I must go
I wish you well
But you're no good for me
I should fight this
But maybe I don't want to win
So I breathe you in
One last time
So I can feel you underneath my skin
Because I need you on my mind
Who am I to say
That people want me around?
I know I'm not needed
So maybe it would be better
If I just left
Let people go on about their days
Without a single thought toward me
It's not like I'd be missed
Despite what they may say
They just tried to spare my feelings
With their claims
'We want you.'
'We need you.'
But I am just a burden
Perhaps one that ought to be lifted
Viktor paced his office in New Berlin. This was bad, very bad. He’d known for a few months now that the rebels had a camp in the Black Forest, but that was hardly something to worry about. Well, until now, at least. He’d had Narissara, his head of intelligence, tap their headphones a couple weeks back, and now knew all their plans. They had a rally planned in Freiburg in a few days, and Viktor had to stop them before they could get it together. They hardly had the manpower to pull people in on their own, but they knew how to get into the warehouse in town. If they got into the warehouse, they’d have access to half the regio
SCENE OPENS:
[The scene opens on a detective and shop girl making small talk in a bakery. A maid browses the bread on the opposite side of the store.]
MAID
Oh yes, this will do nicely! [Lifts the bread, inspecting it, then places it in the basket on her arm and dashes out of the store]
SHOP GIRL
[Screeching] THEIF! THEIF!
DETECTIVE
[Turning around just in time to see the maid leave] Well, she’s gone. But I can help you file a report if you’d like.
SHOP GIRL
[Indignant] Why don’t you just chase after her?
DETECTIVE
[Pulling out a pencil and notebook] Ma’am, I’m a detective, not a cop. I don’t do that running
Eighteenth Floor Balcony by annagrin333, literature
Literature
Eighteenth Floor Balcony
Her breath toys at my cheek and I close my eyes. A smile plays across my lips, as long as she's here, I know everything's alright. A soft mew comes from the door, and I suddenly realize that I hadn't closed it after I first got up this morning.
The early morning light splashes across my face, causing me to open my eyes. When did she open the blinds? Now she's let the world into our little bubble.
A tear slips out from the corner of my eye, but these tears are completely unlike those of last night. This moment is so perfect, as if it'll never end. "Babe?" she whispers, noticing my tears. I glance up at her, "I'm fine. I just - I don't want
Just One More Transgression by annagrin333, literature
Literature
Just One More Transgression
Head pounds
Thoughts speeding past
Why doesn't my love for her
Make me want him less?
Hearts race
Minds whirl
Passion soothes the urge
But not the temptation
How long
Until it happens again?
Just one more transgression
Scarred across my skin
Spattered on the pages
Of our history
He was lord
And he was Quirrel
Can I make it any more obvious?
He taught at school
He took ballet
What more can I say?
He was evil
He'd never tell
But secretly he was evil as well
But all of his friends, stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his muggle hate
He was a dark lord, he said "See you later lord"
He wasn't nice enough for him,
He had a turban head, but his body fed a leech;
He needed to come back to Hogwarts.
Five years from now, he sits in his cell,
Feeding dementors, he's so depressed.
He looks out the bars,
Guess what he sees,
The dark lord killing Harry.
He calls up the ministry,
They already know.
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