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
88. painAlcohol cracks88. pain by wei-en
open a great
well of sadness
Tears begin to
fall out and
you begin to
(I know there
must be more
to me than this
but I can’t
36. preciousI like36. precious by wei-en
helping my mother find
and I like
fighting with my brother,
not real fighting, but
the type that makes
you feel like
puppies in a
23. distastefulI have eaten the same thing23. distasteful by wei-en
for breakfast every day for
ever since my body started to
learn to stomach it.
At first it was a temporary
measure, a way to keep myself
but it became a way of life,
every spoonful one less
until it became bland on
my tongue -
– I stopped being able to hate
many years ago now,
if I hate
I cannot love
and if I cannot
love that person
I cannot love anybo dY
who else would
care enough to ha te
me that much?
there's a certain freedom
to having the emotional range
smaller than the first meal I
05. HeartSo many things just happen.05. Heart by escarglow
You can't read or speak or walk one day, but the next, you suddenly can. People fall in and out of love without realizing it until it's already happened. Stranger A becomes best friends with Stranger B suddenly. That is, until Stranger A and B stop talking for just one day, only for that day to turn into weeks, and for weeks to turn into months, and months to turn into years. What do those years become? Friendships suddenly become memories and it all just happens.
There are so many things we have no control over. It is inevitable for things to just happen.
One day you're a child, and the next, you're just not.
When I was a child I knew what a heart looked like. It was what all children believe it to be: two round hills connecting to a pointed bottom. It was inaccurate and simple, but perfect. Children know exactly what hearts look like until they learn that, anatomically, a heart looks nothing like what they envisioned. A heart has valves, chambers, pumps bl
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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