Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
86. Seeing RedThe entire time Carson has known him, Aaron has worn glasses. From what Carson has seen, the frames are always blue (Carson's pretty sure that's been Aaron's favorite color since birth), and they are always top of the line. Even as a child, Aaron was vain enough to brag about them. When Carson first met Aaron, when they were only five, he had never seen glasses beforenot on anyone he cared about, at leastso the spectacles absolutely fascinated him, much to Aaron's disdain.86. Seeing Red by Psijay
It was because he didn't understand them, Carson's pretty sure. Aaron told him that they helped him see; that he was far-sighted, so sometimes reading would give him terrible headaches that the glasses would prevent. This didn't mean much to Carson, however. It just meant Aaron had something he didn't, and he wanted them.
So he stole them on a regular basis.
'Stole' was probably too malicious a word. It turned into a game for the two of them: Carson tried to snatch the spectacles, and Aaron did his best t
66. Snow ~ Le Pacte, premiere partieLa neige tombait sur la ville depuis des jours. Doucement, sans s’interrompre, elle teintait d’humidité les façades métalliques et transformait la cité. Au milieu des passants pressés de rentrer chez eux, une silhouette marchait. C’était un homme quelconque, d’aspect commun mais dont le regard portait une tristesse insondable. Quittant la rue animée, il s’enfonça dans les veines les moins encombrées, rendues boueuses par l’hiver. L’itinéraire était tortueux, compliqué : plus il s’avançait, plus les ruelles se faisaient sordides. Pourtant l’homme ne s’arrêtait pas, n’avait pas peur : il était de l’espèce de ceux qui s’imaginaient n’avoir rien à perdre.66. Snow ~ Le Pacte, premiere partie by EloreCohlt
Alors qu’il passait devant un sans-abri frissonnant, l’homme se remémora les paroles de celle qu’il n’avait su nommer autrement qu
80. WordsFrom my lips drips magic which you cannot see80. Words by Diluculi
You know it's there, but don't always understand
I shape it into what I want it to be
It can harm, it can heal, can create on demand.
I target your ears and my tongue fires the shot
I target your eyes, letters aiding my goal
With the right bullets I will hit your weak spot
Overcome your guard to strike your heart and soul.
Abracadabra - words contain power
Abracadabra - as harmless as dust of flour
Abracadabra - a spark starts the detonation
Alakazam! - the damage's done
From my lips drips poison which you cannot see
You see people suff'ring but don't understand
How meaningless sounds could have caused this debris
Until you experience right wrong words firsthand.
obsessionYou’ve managed to convinceobsession by wei-en
yourself that your skin is
made of scorching marble
and anything else will give
you ice burn –
You’re walking in the street
and the pavement greets your
feet with half-hearted waves –
You had spent hours looking at
the sky, thinking
yes, my life is just like
that, a cloud –
floating so far above the
earth, being grounded doesn’t
Her BirthdayShe was perfect.Her Birthday by GentlemanAnachronism
But then, that was hardly surprising. He had created her to be.
In scientific terms, she was a marvel of genetic engineering. A manmade wonder, harbinger of a new line of beings who were more than superhuman - they could hardly be called anything resembling human at all. Humans were weak, unreliable, prone to disease and unprofitable mutation. They were slow, practically deaf and blind when compared to any other predator, lacking a sense of smell strong enough to be of any use, lacking the claws and teeth to bring down an enemy when unarmed, lacking and deficient in almost every respect. Soft. Pathetic. Breakable. Prone to unwanted emotion.
She was perfect.
She had not been so when he started work, of course. He had wanted an existing model to base his improvements on, not a test-tube grown creature, and she had fit the bill for that quite admirably. So had many others, at the beginning, but the experiments and augmentation had proven all but her defecti
03 -LightGlistening through the window pane,03 -Light by SarahAurelie
I try to keep my eyes shut,
covering my head.
Something forces me up,
eyes wide open,
Some days, I wish it wouldn't.
#44- Two Roads#44- Two Roads by leangreenlimabean
So, you and Sam, huh?" he said after a few awkward moments of silence, his warm brown eyes unusually cold. I glanced at him, surprised.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, suspicious.
"I don't know, I just thought I'd be a little harder to get over than that." His tone was light, but I could sense the layers of hurt underneath. He'd been hoping that I would still be pining for him. I clenched my fists angrily. How dare he? He was the one that left me, not the other way around!
"It wasn't really that hard," I replied coolly, and he grimaced visibly, as if someone had hit him.
"Does he even know what you are? A Selkie?" Milo accused. I gritted my teeth. I knew what game he was playing. "I mean, you can't have a relationship with someone when you're keeping secrets. Not a real one, anyway. It's just a cop out."
That did it. I rounded on him, jabbing my finger at his chest. "You're one to talk, Milo! You have no right to just come waltzing back here, expecting me to fall into your arms again, after you
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