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StainsThey say "people are like stained glass windows: they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed, but only if there is a light from within."


I had never given much thought to this quote before. Did it have anything to do with the stains on a human heart? What if it did? Do our stains make us look beautiful?
They say "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."


And really, it does. How dark the stains are show how much we can take. The stains are proof that there is so much more to a person than merely looks.
They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Does the beholder see our stains? The stains that make us look ugly and deformed...the stains that will never fade... Are we really still beautiful despite the stains?
They say "you wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it..."


Why do we cover up our stains? Are they a sign of disgrace in the eyes of societ
Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.

So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?

I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?

Many of you my think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite ge
Epic Zinogre fightThis is a true story my friends...

It all started one afternoon (this one, that is) when i was playing Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate on Wii U. After a failed Nargacuga hunt (i did catch it, but the bastard wouldn't drop his medulla), i decided to go on a Moga Woods hunt where the large monsters in the area were an Arzuros and the main hunt, Zinogre! The armor i had on was High Rank great Wroggi armor, with the Blizzaroths dual blades.

When I went into area 3, i spotted Arzuros. I started to go to town on him (as in beat the shit outta him) as he was limping to area 7, Zinogre showed up. After taking care of that dumb bear, i confronted the gian
Red Sheep (Part 1)She woke up.

Her feeble eyes crept open and a sickly yellow light blinded her. There she sat on a chair, looking battered and bruised, blemished and besmirched. She was mired in pain. From what, she couldn’t remember. In fact, she couldn’t remember her own name. Her identity was lost.

A phantom in a realist world.

What surrounded her was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a grubby bed to her left, a rotting drawer to her right and in front of her a television that was switched on. She was in a bedroom. Not in her own, though, she knew that. The wallpaper was tattered and torn, not vibrant and vivacious. The floor, from whic
36 Rules to Survive a Horror MovieIf you wanna have even the slightest chance of surviving a horror movie, then you must abide by these rules! Otherwise you're most likely going to die.
1. If you hear a noise somewhere from within the house, don't investigate. No matter how much you believe you are, you're not Dora the Explorer.
2. If you find yourself in a dark hallway, never ask "Who's there?" like the killer's going to "Yeah I'm in the kitchen, want a sandwich?"
3. If something licks your hand in the dark, it's not your dog. Your dog is dead.
 4. If you are irritating and or a wise-ass person, you're going to die.
5. Never take a shower. Killers are naturally attracted to showers. You're better off sweating and disgusting than dead. Besides, sweaty people are hard to catch.
6. High-heels and stairways do not mix well. Remember that.
7. Do not split up and look for clues. Abandon everything you've learned from Scooby-doo.
8. Do not walk around the
(ugly smiles)i wanted to cut the eye out.

i dragged that razor up and down my face three times blinking blood and peeling strips of sliced cheek fine as cat hairs out of my eyelashes but still, when i looked into the mirror there was that goddamn green eye staring back at me, laughing at me through strings of plasma clotting over my cornea.

i wanted to cut the eye out.

i needed to do it but i couldn’t.

i walked around with those angry red wounds bisecting my skull for weeks, and i remember thinking whenever i passed a mirror or a window and my reflection wavered back at me how surprised i was that i could be uglier than i had been, and i was pro
SpainxReader~ A Unique YouSpainxReader

You were looking down at the ground, music blaring in your eardrums and people walking briskly around you. They were all rushing around trying to get home before a major storm hit. But you didn’t care. Your house wasn’t too far away, but it felt like you would get there all too soon.

Life for you was interesting. Well, interesting was a bad way to put it. Your family was pretty stable, and you were content in life… but you were content. You weren’t happy because nothing in your life seemed to fit you. You liked anime, manga and a lot of foreign things… but the people around you didn’t appre
Red Sheep (Part 2)Immediately, she went to the bathroom.

A broken mirror welcomed her with a distorted reflection. Blue eyes, she noticed. Brown hair. A small, bruised face. Scarred cheeks and chin. Dry blood patches. What happened to me, she questioned to herself. The question floated in the air for awhile as she observed herself.

She found no answer. Something in the back of her mind taunted her, a distant memory. A distressful and mocking one. She tried concentrating harder, but to no avail failed.

A sink was behind her. She noticed it in the reflection of the cracked mirror. With some hope of getting rid of these blemishes, she turned and stepped toward
The Immortal Rose Ch.3
                                       The Immortal Rose
                                        Chapter three

Maya was lying on the ground. Minutes passed like hours to her. The street was empty and the gang had disappeared once that bullet was released. She couldn't bear the pain of her arm. Thankfully, it didn't hit her heart but her shoulder. Her legs were numb and her eyes were struggling to remain open. 'It's what I deserve.' she thought. 'I will die the same way he did. This is my punishment....'
Maya surrendered to her fate, letting death spread its arms to welcome her. Unfortunately, they couldn't reach her because of 'his' loud ar
NGYT Ch. 10 Castiel still in his cat form just sat there as the dog layed there bleeding.

"So this is the true prowess of the Feline Core, somecat that loses themself in the battle and wont stop until all is done. So tell me why have you stopped?" Bo said, coughing up blood from his mouth, speaking the words slowly to let seep into Cas's head. Castiel just sat there and looking at him with cold eyes.

Mina watched from afar the cat that saved her, the cat she wanted to protect, the cat who almost killed the dog in a matter of minutes. Tears rolled down her face, she didn't know what to think, her world was turned upside down. As the cat walked closer
Tickle Torturing Michael part 2It was the middle of summer and not to hot outside. Michael and I liked to occupy the trampoline we had out back. We bounced around for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was 15 minutes. During our bouncing, I got a glance at his beautiful socked feet. The socks had a few holes in them. One around his big toe on his right foot, both of his heels, and one just above the arch on his left foot. This made me want to tickle the hell out of his feet right then and there. We decided to go inside for a drink. But feeling the cool air inside, we abandoned our plans to return to our jumping haven. Next thing we did was play with hot-wheels. Both of
The Immortal Rose Ch.2
"Ren! Let's play a game." she grinned as she held his hand. "Which game do you want to play?" he asked. "Anything you want." she smiled. "Then let's chase each other. I'll go first and if I catch you before you reach the statue, you'll lose."
"Fair enough." she chuckled, eyes shining and full of happiness.

                             *************************

Maya openned her eyes and realized that it was only a dream. She held on to her pillow as it started to get wet by her burning tears. She cried as loud as she could since nobody could hear her, her trembling voice filling her empty house with pain and grief.
No one could hear her scr
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new mod?I just came up with a new mod that i want to tell everybody about, and this is how I wanted to do it. GET OVER IT!
I don't know what it's called, but it's basically a mod that adds everything that you would have in a typical American home. you can make new items and stuff, (but they would only exist in that mod on the account that you are using) with a little thing on the crafting table. i'm not sure how it would all work, so comment if you have any ideas on how it would work.
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My Experince with Something OddMy Experience with Something Odd

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I was at a friend's house out in the everlasting woods, and we were just hanging out. We started to hear foot steps, and I was freaking out; I'm sure she was too, but she didn't show it. She said it was just a squirrel, but I know footsteps when I hear them. Soon we could hear they were right behind us. We freaked so much that we started running back home. We made it, stayed there for a while, INSIDE, then I told her twin brother, who isn't the brightest bulb and is quite stubborn. He's like pfft... and I'm like O_o So on the the same day, we feel a little be
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L'Histoire d'un instant

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L'Histoire d'un instant

      Un enfant se tient à l'écart, de gêne. Les inconnus l'effraient un peu. Et puis, les siens sont pris à converser.

      À l'étage, j'œuvre en solitaire.

      Certaines des figures nouvelles s'intéressent au petit. Les adultes lui sourient, et lui posent de gentilles questions. Il répond humblement d'abord, plus audacieusement ensuite. On admire, on s'exclame. On s'amuse.

      En haut j'ai des visiteurs, à l'improviste. Je discute et me découvre un brin. On acclame, on s'étonne. On rit.

      L'enfant a perdu son auditoire. Il se sent à part, encore. Il joue distraitement avec ce qu'il a sous la main, parce qu'il se le doit. Des jeux sans sens. Il s'arrête parfois pour soupirer quelconque pensée mélancolique. Rien ne vient le sauver.

      Je poursuis mes absurdes besognes et m'y contraint. Par moment, je m'interromps sans le vouloir - mon esprit se laisse à réfléchir. Le temps est long.

      Finalement, l'enfant n'y tient plus. D'ennui, de solitude, il pousse d'illogiques pleurs. Trop faiblement : on ne l'entend pas. Son accablement redouble. Qu'importe, ce sera vite oublié.

      Je dépose mon travail. Je n'en peux plus; quelques larmes m'échappent. C'est l'histoire d'un instant.
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~misstonio Feb 22, 2010
il faudré terminé la page
il est possible aussi , de changer de livre de tourner la page , de rajouté des épisodes , d'écrire à 2 n'est ce pas?^^ ect..........
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~PrinzVampa Feb 22, 2010
Umm, moui, je suppose.
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~IIIXandaP Oct 29, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well written. Like the structure of the text. Heavy theme, that's not what makes me fave it.
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~PrinzVampa Oct 31, 2009
Then, what does?
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~IIIXandaP Oct 31, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Who are you ? XD

And well, I mentionned the text's structuring, but also the writting style & everything.
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~PrinzVampa Oct 31, 2009
Just begging for more compliments~
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~IIIXandaP Nov 1, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
OH LOL. CAN'T BELIEVE I WENT " WHO ARE YOU " ROFL.

Make a happy silly story for me plzplz ? 8D
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~PrinzVampa Nov 1, 2009
I will, with the next theme. Perhaps a month. i promise it will be happy. And silly~
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~IIIXandaP Nov 1, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Cool 8D
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~misstonio Oct 28, 2009
magnifique ... le mot est faible :clap:
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