Chapter 6
See, thanks to my ability to see all magical energies and auras in the world, there were some disguises that were clearly fake, usually because the person was surrounded in a strange cloud of color, i'd ignore the color, and see the truth.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 51
"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.
The Forgiving: Episode 1 - Moving In (Day 1)
Said kelly with what it looked like a fake smile but was nonetheless nonchalant about his gesture to let me into the apartment.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
Numb-ered...
Nine is a fake smile hiding everything that isn't kind, or easily forgotten ten can be knowing, or doubt growing into a feeling of wrong, or being rotten eleven is but double what "one" should even be...