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Legend of Zelda: TBTEIA Chapter 3
I never knew Hyrule was this big. I’ve spent most of my life in the small forest. I’m usually riding Epona if I do leave the forest, so time goes by more quickly. . . And I don’t usually get this tired either. I’ve been walking for hours, and I just got to the entrance of Lake Hylia. It’ll take me another hour probably to get to Faron Woods. If I could, I would call Epona, but I can’t find any horse grass around here. There’s tons growing in Faron Woods. I stopped when I saw a small Hut on the side of the Bridge of Lake Hylia. . . and right beside the house, some horse grass. “Thank the Goddess” I spoke to myself. My feet were killing me, also my back was aching from not being treated so well by the guards this morning. I went over to the grass and and plucked a leaf off the small bush. I put it against my mouth and whistled. The majestical
Legend of Zelda: TBTEIA Chapter 2
I woke up about an hour later to see it was storming outside. I liked Autumn, but not so much the cold and wet weather. The rain comforted me though, it was always nice to sleep during the rain. The soft pitter patter on the windows and walls, light thunder roaring in the sky. It was nice when it did not get too cold, then It’d be hard to relax because you’d be focused on keeping warm. You see the castle has thick stone walls so that the heat cannot escape from the inside, but it’s stone, stone tends to be cold. I sat up on the small couch and looked to see that by book was placed on the table next to me, father must have seen I was asleep. I walked into the main hallway to see the guards rehearsing a march they would do when our guest arrived. My maid Anna ran up to me like she was in a hurry.
“My princess, you must get ready, our guest is scheduled to arrive in an hour. I have already
The Physical Anesthetic: Chapter 1
Today was one of the better days... no cruelty, no abusive names being thrown my way. Oh ya and no cutting. No pain. I wouldn't call it pain actually, pain hurts you, cutting cloaks the pain you have already experienced whether it's emotional, physical, or pain experienced from your past... This is different. As soon as that luminous blade touches my skin, crimson fluids flow and let the pain escape my body. but... after those needed few moments, the pain invades my mind yet again, but not about my emotional self... but about my physical self. You feel the need to graze your skin again, and you do, repeatedly, until you feel that satisfaction, that you know no physical ache, no emotional sickness, and no past reflection can hurt you... It soon will mutilate your body by leaving crude marks and images of what you went through and what you had to do to get over it... It's an addiction now... It's your heroine, and you're feeling a need for a
Zelda TBTEIA: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Unending Nightmares
I had a nightmare again. The same nightmare I had yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. I'm lucky if I get more than 5 hours of sleep, or even luckier if I don't dream at all. I've been having the same nightmares my whole life. A nightmare of a little boy getting left in the Lost Woods by his parents, never being able to get out, never finding a way through the woods to get help. Who is this little boy? If you must know it's me. No, my parents didn't leave me in the Lost Woods to die, but they did leave me. I don't remember my mother or father. I don't remember if I even had a sister or brother, or any siblings to be honest. My childhood was spent with a family in Ordon Village. They had a daughter that was about my age... I think her name was Ilia? I don't really remember. Probably because I left at
Zelda, TBTEIA: Prologue.
Running away from the darkness.
The darkness that is chasing you and wants to absorb you with the rest it has devoured in its path.
It flows over the land like an immense cloud.
Swallowing everything it covers.
Turning everything into nothing.
A dull way of life...
But things may turn out good in the end.
When the hero rises from the darkness to save the world.
The light may then return and all will be good again.
But will the Hero of Time be able to save Hyrule?
Or will he fall in the shadows like the rest...
May 27th, 2004.
That is the day I first heard of Sonny Moore.
The Man I have loved and been a fan of for 8 years now.
Ever since I heard him in From First to Last.
And that day when "Dear Diary, My teen Angst has a Body Count" was released, it is one of
the most memorable days ever.
On June 29th when I heard the song Emily, I wished I was his Emily and still do.
I have to admit I had the HUGEST crush on Sonny and still do to this day.
Oh my, that voice.
That voice, that powerful voice, that I can never get out of my head.
And the fact that he is 5'4 just makes him that much cuter!
The next album Heroine.
I fell in love with it as soon as I heard it.
Every single song perfection.
That time when his voice got wrecked.
My heart broke.
I couldn't hear new songs by him until it got better.
But I was thankful when it did.
When I found out that you used to be Bulimic.
Oh boy, I was too.
I know your pain, I felt the pain too.
"I can't eat anything without shov
TBTEIA: Character ListOther Characters:
Link's Horse Epona
Bo's daughter Ilia
Fado the ranch owner
Fado and Marta's kids Saria and Mido
Rusl and Uli's son Colin
Sera the shop owner
Hanch and Sera's daughter Beth
Jaggle and Pergie's sons Malo and Talo
Coro The lantern/oil store owner
Coro's bird Trill
Renado's daughter Luda
Anju the Hotel owner
Anju's little sister Suzy
Carmen the Shop owner
King Ganondorf (supposedly a Gerudo)
Nabooru (leader of Gerudos)
Shonna Nabooru's daughter
Zeephora (maid 1)
Naytala (maid 2)
Rudia (guard 1)
Darla (guard 2)
Natalia (guard 3)
Korazon (shop owner)
Rest of Gerudo women: 57
Princess Ruto (daughter of King and Queen)
Twin Shop Owners Ralis and Roru
Rest of Zoras: 36
Darunia (Leader of Gorons)
Darunia's Son Link
Shop Owner Biggoron
Biggorons brother Liggoron
Rest of Gorons: 106
Snow Peak Mountain
Yeto the Yeti
Skrillex going Mainstream?
Skrillex going Mainstream...
So I have been hearing a lot of people talking about Skrillex going mainstream? Don't get mad at me but I just won't believe it. You know why I wont believe it? Because I can never imagine Skrillex going mainstream. In my terms, going mainstream means going all the way "pop" and hearing the song on the radio, MTV or much music 20 000 times a day. THAT is what I call going mainstream.
Don't agree with me? well, I'll tell just exactly what I think of this.
I personally think this is BULL SHIT. THAT'S RIGHT. B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T.
I believe that Skrillex will always have his own unique sound with him, that's why I love him and his music. I have been following Skrillex ever since he was in From First To Last. I remember hearing a song from "Dear Diary My Teen Angst Has A Body Count" In 2005, which is the first time I liked listening to Rock/Screamo. I legit fell in love with the
Malon and Link Ch. 2 ContinuedMalon and Link Ch. 2
Link was off to visit Malon.
As the sun was setting, it shone on the castle from the west end and made the water in the fountains sparkle and orange in colour.
Link made it to Lon Lon Ranch just in time before they were closing. "I hope Malon remembers me" He said to himself. As he walked inside the ranch, he heard a voice beside him, it was Ingo.
"That good for nothing Talon should be doing my work, and I should be the owner of the ranch... what'll I call it... ah! Ingo ranch, much better than stupid Lon Lon..." And with that Ingo walked away.
Link laughed to himself and shrugged, he knew since Ganondorf would not come back to life, he would not be able to get to be owner of Lon Lon, or in his case "Ingo ranch".
"Well who do we have here! It's little Link!" Said Talon. Talon picked up Link and shook him and spun him around as he was laughing. As he placed Link on the ground, Link fell back with an "o
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Letter to Christina Grimmie
You are so amazing. Your voice is so beautiful, and you are such a beautiful person inside and out. You're so nice, and your songs are so meaningful, and have actual meaningful lyrics and are just special.
I'm glad I ran across one of your videos 2 years ago by mistake. I'm glad I clicked on the video, and saw what great talent you have. Your voice has something special, no autotune needed at all, you have such a great natural talent, and deserve to be discovered by way more people.
You are so inspirational, and I love how you stay true to yourself, and you don't let the media change you in any way, and that you still stick to what you believe in and in what you think is right and what you like.
When I found out you like Zelda. OMG. I was so surprised because I myself lover Zelda and have been playing it and watching my older brother play since I was about 3. I love how you show your love for Zelda.
AND... When I sa
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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