|It's adorable...I cannot help it! They taste like fish. I love kangaroo's!|
Resist (part five)The moon was high in the middle of the sky and Brigid was grumbling breathlessly about the blisters on her feet. "That's what you get for wearing those stupid standard issue things on your feet," Levi murmured. Brigid huffed as they made their way back to the sleeping quarters. She looked as if she were about to fall out.Resist (part five) by MissLucysLeeches
"H-how are your feet not bleeding? You're not even wearing shoes!" she cried.
"Stop speaking so loudly," he said in reply, unconsciously looking down at his bare feet. They were a bit pink but it was quickly fading.
"You ran more laps than Gideon and me combined across a stone courtyard. Your feet should be bloody stubs by now!" she continued just as loudly as she had been before. Levi whipped around just as they were about to enter the barracks and he grabbed her small face between his right thumb and first finger.
"Be quiet," he hissed, his livid green eye
They Never Even KnewThey nodded and accepted the carefully painted liesThey Never Even Knew by MissLucysLeeches
They never even knew the terror in her eyes
They told her to ignore the monster underneath her bed
They never even knew the horror in her head.
They never even knew what the bowl of tacks were for
or why she put the lock on the outside of her door.
They never even knew the demons that she hid
it was just a phase, she was just a kid.
How could anybody blame them for what they never knew?
They listened and the cried and they screamed and hugged her too.
The forever never knowing and they don't understand
why their dear dumb daughter is stuck in wonderland.
The Alphabet TaskAll the people in this class think that this task is really hard because you have to think; thinking in school? My, what a shock!The Alphabet Task by MissLucysLeeches
Beautiful thing, thinking; I wrote a monologue Freshman year about how thinking was my passion and there were thoughts constantly buzzing in my head.
Calamitous most of those thoughts were, colliding in waves of intensity that were almost palpable in the air.
Daring was it to get up on stage after weeks of writing and discarding monologue after pointless monologue finally coming to rest on one when I only had a week to memorize it and moments to think of blocking on the spot.
Effortless is how I made it seem; I've always been better at coming up with things on the spot than carefully planning out each move.
Frivolous and superfluous my motions were; the character I made for myself in that performance was twitchy and constantly pacing like she was paranoid and sleep deprived.
Going on and on about how people wo
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