Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 69
fake noise. no meaning. banno lashed out. he couldn't see very well, but he felt his arm connect with something soft and the screams cut off immediately. he blinked and wiped the blood out of his eye.
The Plan
To be honest, if the whole story with the registration hadn't been faked, i would have considered really doing it by now!
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 50
"it's always trying to get inside, to make everything it touches fake and lifeless. but i won't let it get me, and i won't let it get valery. don't you see? if she stays outside, then she'll become just another part of this fake world.
A Sweet Couple
A formal suit, sure, but great bat wings, bat ears, a prosthetic nose, red contacts, fangs, and fake bloodstains. somebody was going to appreciate that before the night was done, or stop them by force.
Issues of a 16 year old boy
So anyways today i saw him again, and i walked past, he gave this like fake cough. i didn't think much of it, but if i were him i would of done a sneeze. then the guy would turn around to say bless you. so today wasn't too bad.
Poem #87: Living in a Fantasy
Sticks and stones don't break our bones every day we fake we close our minds, our thoughts and open our eyes seeing what an evildoer has wrought this new world is better the grass greener, the sun brighter the people nicer, the water wetter
The End
Breaking down infinity through the prism of art and depth of mind; you'll see more, all the fake endings. this is a story about you, me, everything and nothing. - the end - \* cause i love to write endings, i start at the end.
Death from the Shadows: Prologue
Those things you believe are real, can be figments of your imagination and those things that you believe are fake can be real. i learned that and i am forever grateful for that knowledge.
A New State - medium poem
A hated place, full of misery and doubt, hated by one and hated by more, loved by the blind, the dumb, the fake, this is where i make my temporary nest. it's where i tried ending, where i found anew, love and life, hope and beauty.
Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
The rush, the thrill of the hunt, the emotion you call fake? that. there's the rub: how much are you willing to risk? next time, i'm saying 'fuck it.' and throwing in all i've got.
Waiting...
Will hit us just know it will...we sit waiting...waiting for someone with a plastic smile to tell us "it will be okay, you will see" just to look away and put our heads down and go back to waiting knowing the next thing to to us will not be the one with the fake
Chapter one
Me ear" i growled back at him "come on man lighten up its a party a place to have fun and get drunk" he said in a relaxed voice "and how pray tell did you get a hold of alcohol" i said grabbing a bottle of vodka "a magical place call 7-11 and a fake