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Curfew It's been a long time since the Curfew was set. The name was taken from an old term for a limit adults put on how late a child could stay out. Now, though, it is a limit on life. No one knows anymore who, or what, it was that set the Curfew, it was so long ago. Though it's been set and that is the law of the world. That when you turn 18 it is your time to die. Some choose how they will die; a gun, pills, sometimes something lavish like a public hanging. No matter what, on your eighteenth birthday, you will die. Every day is someone's birthday, and today, it is yours.
Your father was 17 when he met your mother; his Curfew came up before you even had a chance to see him in this world. You're mother, though; she was only twelve when she had you. You remember her well. You’re most vivid memory of the woman was standing with your younger half-sister as she met her own Curfew. She had alwa
Sure, kick an Irken when he's down. Chapter 1.
Dib looked up at the Hi Skool, a searing feeling of dread creeping into his stomach. The same feeling he always had when looking at the Skool buildings. He feared what was within those walls, what he was subjected to each day. His morbid thoughts about the day ahead of him were interrupted by a shout. A shout he knew all too well. 'Zim....' He thought to himself and sure enough when looked towards the Skool building there was Zim being shoved against it.
Over the years both had realized they were too evenly matched for each other, both were too skilled (or maybe too stupid) to ever win. A truce had formed, a truce made for survival; helping the other put with the many bullies that t
Dib looked at the empty desk beside him, devoid of its usual green, loud inhabitant. 'Zim hasn't been in Skool for two weeks now....' Dib thought worriedly. He hadn't expected Zim the day after the call from his Tallest, he understood taking the second day too, and the third. He understood cutting a week of Skool to be with your thoughts, but two? At two he began to worry for the little green alien. He spent the day drifting from class to class, not hearing a word anyone said; too preoccupied by his thoughts. 'I should go see if he's alright or something...' He thought as the last Skool bell rang.
He shoved his books back into his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He made his way silently out of the classroom. 'I'll stop at my locker and head to the base.' He fiddled with the lock, stuck as always. Dib smiled when the thing finally came open; only to have it slam shut again.
"What the h-
Dear ChildI don't know your name, dear child,
And I never will.
I don't know what became of you,
Did you live or did you die?
Did you see horrors, dear child?
What have you seen?
More than you should,
More than anyone should have to,
Did you have dreams, dear child?
Of-course you did.
What did you dream of?
What did you want to become?
What did they stop you from being?
Dear child, I do not know you,
And for that I am more sad than I can comprehend.
All I know is you were born long before I,
If you survived then now you are old but I'm sure you have not forgotten,
If you did not, then you hear my prayers for you.
I do not know you, dear child,
All I have is a photo.
A photo that could make the strongest weep,
And the weakest mighty with anger.
There you sit, alone,
Among the rubble of some town destroyed.
Was it your town, dear child?
Is your home among the ashes?
You're crying, weeping,
Why do you cry, dear child?
Do you cry for your lost mother?
When I think of you motherless I mysel
I Love You MoreI could stand on my own;
I was tough;
I could handle whatever was thrown at me all by myself;
I didn’t mind being alone;
Then you came walking in;
In through that front door;
And took up residence in my heart;
I hate you for that;
For making me smile;
For making me laugh;
For making me not want to be alone anymore;
I hate you for that;
I hate that I let myself lean on you;
I hate that I let myself love you;
I hate myself for that;
You turned into my everything;
You turned into the one I went to;
The one I cried to;
I hate you for that;
I hate you for breaking down my walls;
I hate you for turning me into this;
For making me that girl;
The one who says “I’m in love”;
The one with googly eyes;
That girl made me sick with all those pet names;
Yeah, you turned me into that girl;
But I don’t know if I really mind;
I hate you for all those things;
But you know what?
I love you even more.
The Midnight ChildrenHe walked the graveyard,
Silent and somber,
Tombstone after tombstone,
He read the names,
He read the dates,
He made a story,
He made a face,
For each soul,
Beneath the dirt,
In the graves under his feet,
The night peaceful,
The hour of midnight,
Full moon bathed the night in silver.
The graves led way to trees,
Stone to wood,
The trees, shrouded in dark, led to her,
Did he care?
Did he care?
That was their nature,
He didn’t slow,
He didn’t quicken,
His heart didn’t speed as other’s did,
This was his world,
This was his paradise,
The trees looked like monsters,
With their creaky fingers reaching,
The wind was a demon,
Howling and wailing,
He looked to the monsters,
A raven perched,
A girl sat,
She sat in silence,
Her skin was like the moon,
Pale white but glowing,
Her eyes like daggers,
100 theme challenge: IntroductionI am me;
Plain, simple, to the point;
That’s not enough for you?
All right then;
I am Samantha;
Everyone just calls me Sam;
I am a student;
Cramming her head full of knowledge she’ll never use;
I am a writer;
Hoping to one day make something worthwhile;
I am an artist;
Sketching doodles on her notes in class;
I am a daughter;
Forgetting to clean her room;
I am a sister;
Telling you to get out of my room;
I am a friend;
Sitting up till 3 a.m. texting people I see every day;
I am a girl;
Painting her nails black and playing with pocketknives;
What can I say?
I am me.
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