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Keep fightingI fought and I fought
I used all my strength
I would never let you win
I swore I would never bow to you

My strength diminished
You broke me down
You chained me up
And extinguished my flame

My fire was dying
My light burning low
My life almost gone
I almost gave in

But then I remembered who I was
I'm a fighter
A warrior
And I will never give in!

My strength returned
My fire enraged
I broke your chains
I tore down your jail

Your reign is ending
This war is over
My spirit is growing
And I will win!Keep fighting4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

first creepypasta that old teddybear[im gonna try my best since im horrible at grammer]

when i was a kid i had this teddybear i loved it so much but there was something off about it, it would seem to stare at me with its hug eyes and when i say huge i do mean huge those eyes didnt seem to fit its face and im not saying that its eyes didnt fit its entier head they were small enough to stay on its head but to big to belong to its lil face. one day came home from work and i wanted to find that old bear so looked through some boxes for two hours and i found it i found that old creepy teddybear, the only reason why i wanted to lok for it is because i missed it for some reason i dont know why, i set the bear on the shelf above my tv in my bedroom and went to sleep. that night i woke up around 12:09 am to find that bear right ontop of me with a knife then...it stabbed me...that old teddybear stabbed..........me right in the chest i dont know how long it will be until i pass out from blood loss but until then i guessfirst creepypasta that old teddybear9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Him“Can you take your eyeglasses off for me?”

He seemed slightly taken aback by my sudden request but after a moment he smiled and pulled back the right temple of his glasses to bring the lenses up.

He really had beautiful eyes. Although they were still clearly visible through his lenses, it felt different to see them without the hindrance of glass.

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We were lying down on our stomachs, our arms against each other eager for the warmth of the other.

I was busying myself with a cellphone, content that I was beside you on that mattress while you busied yourself with youHim13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Class I surveyed the classroom, bored and unoccupied, my attention reaching to its limits. Poetry. It was one of the most boring topics that have ever existed in the English (or any language for that matter). And that was what I have to endure for a simple period. Yes, just one period but the mind-numbing sickness was just too overwhelming.

I glanced side-ways looking at my friend, trying to catch her eyes. No response…she was too busy drawing on her ‘One Note’. I sighed, waiting for a call or a sign that my death sentence would be over.

Then…an announcement rang out. An announcement calling out for all Year 9 aClass14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Broken Toys 1717 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Snippets“You promised!” She screamed as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Rain was pouring down as he packed up the last of his things in his truck bed. “You promised me that you would stay!” He paused and for a moment she thought that he was about to take her into his arms again, to hold her like he once did, to kiss her forehead and tell her everything would be alright… but instead he opened the driver side door and climbed in. She watched as the taillights faded into the distance as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“You promised…”

~~
“Dear Diary, it’s been about two months since Snippets17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

No me trates de sumisa.Se iba. Sí, aunque no pudiera creerlo allí esta, con su maleta en la mano y su abrigo puesto junto a la puerta abierta, dispuesta a dar el paso que la separarían de él para siempre.

Ya no soportaba que llegara con olor a alcohol, mujeres y tabaco todas las noches; que no le diera el amor que siempre le dio.

Ella no sería una más de las tantas mujeres sumisas que por amor soportan eso y más. No, ella fue criada para tener voz y voto, en la época donde la mujer no era dominada. Ella nunca dejaría que un hombre la mandoneara ni menos que le fuera infiel. Era independiente y profesiNo me trates de sumisa.18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

The Longhorn BullThe Longhorn Bull

This very creature, whose strength was extreme,
Appeared almost every night, in some surreal dream

His eyes like fire, his horns like steel
It wasn’t a dream this time; it was real

The massive bovine lifted his head my way
His stare was that of ice picks, I might say

I felt chills run through me, shivering, but not from cold
By his very nature, and his aura, I could tell he was slightly old

He had much that he’d lived for, a ton to remember, and much that he’d seen
he’s probably cried and also given a strong shoulder on which to lean

Those big, dark eyes spoke volumes, in my mind
I wondered whyThe Longhorn Bull22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

~TheNN's writing memeHello dear writer, and thanks for trying out my simple little writing meme. You're truly part of a minority here on DeviantArt, since writing is a very small thing indeed. To do this meme, simply copy and paste the below things, and fill them out as much as you wish; if you need more space, simply add it.

1. Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on Deviantart, or why you choose to write instead of draw (or both).

My name is Maisie and I'm 18 (almost 19!) years old. I like listening to music and going for walks with my iPod in, scrolling Tumblr and talking to my best friend. I joined dA because I want~TheNN's writing meme1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

A Joke! (with a serious twist) :DQ. What is the difference between a free-thinking, talented, individual person, and the multi-national gangstalker / non-consensual weapons testing collaboration?

A. One is full of idiosyncracies an the other is full of synchronised idiocies.A Joke! (with a serious twist) :D1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Michael's Tickle TortureSo I have been waiting a long time to really tickle torture Michael. I have never been able to tickle him for a long period of time because I end up feeling bad for him after about a minute. But not this time. My parents told me to watch him while they went out and that’s when I knew that Michael was gonna get it. Now normally I would find a reason to tickle Michael before I torture him but today I was just going to wait for Michael to drop his guard. Before he woke up I grabbed a piece of velcro and put it in my pocket. Then I sat on the couch. It wasn’t long before Michael got up. He walked into the living room and lied down on Michael's Tickle Torture1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Space Battleship Iowa: Quest for Romania 14Colin sat in his seat in the first bridge while they made towards Romania, getting closer each day. All of a sudden an explosion erupted out of the #3 gun turret. "What the hell was that?!" Colin called. There was no reply. "Shine! Come with me!" Colin called as he slipped into his space suit, Shine following his lead. Both raced for the stern of the large space battleship and found that the #3 turret had exploded because of a stealth fighter from Nesonia. "Pulse laser open fire!" Colin called to the bridge and the entire side of the Iowa sent out a barrage of anti-fighter fire at the fighter before it could cause more damage. The fighter wasSpace Battleship Iowa: Quest for Romania 141 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

murder within my mindmy mind...
i was caught skipping class. there was a bomb threat at the school so i just didnt go. i was gonna just meet up with a friend instead, we were gonna talk about the future and what we feared would be close. my dad walked up and took me home, he was angry he took my phone but i deleted my messages and turned off the messages. i got home and i hear them talking... she doesnt know how much i hate her. the way she talks to me and the was she gossips the horrible things about me... in my mind i've killed her before... but this time ihade fun...

my mind- i walked out of my room, she was in the kitchen with the baby. my dagger was dancmurder within my mind1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

A Cruiser's Heart 1Sitting alone, in a small concrete dry dock, laid a large United States' Cruiser. The cruiser had been through hell and returned, all he wanted know was to rest. But how could he? Everyday a bunch of modern-day naval destoyers would pick on cruise ships or ocean liners and each day he'd yell at them to stop. "HEY! You STOP that!" He growled at the USS Arleigh Burke when he was growling and snarling at a large luxury liner. "Oh stow it you big bucket of bolts! You may have been useful in the Great War but you're nothing now, Juneau!" Arleigh Burke growled at the cruiser. The U.S.S. Juneau CL-52 growled and sneered, "If you don't stop that thenA Cruiser's Heart 11 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

This meme made me laugh XD1.)America invites you to a party at his house. What do you do?
Me: Of course i´ll get there!!!!!! will Prussia be there...?

2.)You get to America's house at 7:00 pm when he said to be there for the party... you walk inside and nobody is there except for him. What do you do?
Me: *runs in* AYOO!
America: Haii!
Me: Haiz! But...why we are alone?
America: well...
Me: Yeah....?

3.) America sheepishly reveals that he wanted to watch a movie with you as a sort of date but was too nervous to ask directly.
Me: *giggles* America you just had to ask me!
America: well...i was to shy...^^
Me: Okaiz...Letz watch a movieee! Thats why i am heeereee~This meme made me laugh XD1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Anatomy Of The TitanicAnatomy Of The Titanic

April 14th 1912.

Its a calm night on the Atlantic Ocean. I was finishing a nice meal in one of the Titanic's many restaurants. The time was 11:00 pm.

After my meal, I decided to take a stroll on Titanic's boat deck. As I counted the number of lifeboats, I realised that there was not enough for all onboard the Titanic. There was only room for 700 people and there were 2,200 people onboard. It struck me that if we sank, 1,500 people would perish.

There were 20 lifeboats when there should have been 40.

I then went back to my first class cabin and sat on the bed.

At 11:34pm, I went to the forecastle deck. The water wAnatomy Of The Titanic2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

My end result of TheNN's Writing MemeHello dear writer, and thanks for trying out my simple little writing meme. You're truly part of a minority here on DeviantArt, since writing is a very small thing indeed. To do this meme, simply copy and paste the below things, and fill them out as much as you wish; if you need more space, simply add it.

1. Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on Deviantart, or why you choose to write instead of draw (or both).

Hi everyone. I'm Relic-Angel. The reason I chose writing as my forte is because my drawing skills are not so great. ^^; Some people who I know in reality have said that I have a gift of poetMy end result of TheNN's Writing Meme2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

contentThe fiery sun sets on the golden horizon, The waves of the crystallized ocean crashes into the darkened shore, all you smell is salt that rides the cool air. Where is this place? you wonder out loud. Is this heaven? still no answers come to you. It is peaceful, a calm feeling washes over you, you feel safe and secure, like no harm will befall you. Is there anyone else here? The thought nags at the back of your mind, if so where and did they bring me here? you do not know, for now you enjoy the setting sun and the peaceful breeze that washes away all of your fears and worries.content2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

The Otherside Where is it? WhThe Otherside

Where is it? What is it? Why do we find ourselves always thinking of it? It all starts of a thought. Just a quick glimpse of our own overactive imagination I suppose. It all starts with the "What if?".

I love my wife, I like my job, I have great friends, this city is great...but.
But what if there is someone better for me?
what if I could make more money somewhere else?
what if my friends talk about me behind my back?
what if that city would be more fun?
What if I'd be happier?
Happier?...whatever you want to change around you that's not where the problem lies.
What if you looked at yourself in a mirror? What if you thought abThe Otherside Where is it? Wh2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

Placing BetsSky, Ty, and Jason sat on Sky's living room floor next to the couch in front of the TV doing nothing. It was blistering outside and the power was down because of it. It was one of the hottest days of the year and the teens could feel it.
"Ugh! I'm so booooooored!" Sky groaned.
"Your always bored." Ty said rolling his eyes.
"All I wanted to do was play Halo today!" Sky whined.
"I never knew you played Halo Sky." Jason sat up to look at his friend.
"We've all played Halo before Jason. It's like, in our blood or something." Ty slid down the couch onto his back.
"We'll im gonna see if we've got anything in the fried." Sky said standing up and walPlacing Bets2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

The attack (a glimpse of a old story)I closed my eyes; the world around me went silent. The trees had stopped blowing. The birds stopped chirping. Even the dark moonless night grew darker. The smell of dead leaves was scentless. The kids had stopped talking. All was quite as if a black hole swallowed the world. The park, my neighborhood, the city had grown irritably quiet. I took one-step on the dark grass and the world moved suddenly, so suddenly that it was as if it had been a remote that clicked play in the middle of a movie. The world woke. The wind blew once more and the kids began playing again. I stopped. The world stopped. In the faint distance, I could hear an army approaching, marching fast with only one goal: take the city. The ground trembled as I took another step, the army was here. I took another step. There was deafening sounds of artillery and bullets piercing into kids, walls and the ground beneath me. I started to run but fell on the ground writhing in pain as I felt my leg bleeding; I felt the deep holThe attack (a glimpse of a old story)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

Found againShe had been missing for four months, none of the Autobots knew where she was. Ironhide blamed himself for his Charge's dissapearence, he was her Guardian for Primus' sake! He was supposed to protect her and he failed. He has never been the same ever since her dissapearence.

However one day, everything changed when Teletran One picked up a distress signal coming from the Decepticon base. Ironhide had a gut feeling that it was his Charge "I bet it's her" he said to his leader.
Optimus looked thoughtful "Well we cannot ignore a distress signal" he replied "Autobots, let's roll out!"
The Autobots all transformed down into their alt modes and seFound again2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

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