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Kokoro no Ukeire
"HEART'S ACCEPTANCE" Just a journal filled with stories ideas, poems, personal entries, things to remember, etc. If you have nothing better to do, just relax and read. Who knows, maybe you'll see what the hell goes on in my head everyday.
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d**k and Jane and Everything Dead: Sum |
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I am a girl.
Just a simple, teenage girl of seventeen.
Not quite eighteen, not quite sixteen.
Older than a child, younger than a real adult.
I am a girl.
I am in love.
He’s just a simple boy of seventeen.
Not quite a boy, yet still not a man.
Old enough to speak, but young enough to yell.
He is a boy.
And I love him for it.
I am a girl.
No longer a simple teenage girl of seventeen.
Not quite human, not quite a monster.
I will no longer age, and will stay seventeen.
I am a girl.
Or at least I think I’m in love.
He is a simple boy of seventeen,
Aging like any simple human boy would.
He will become the man he wishes to be.
He is human.
And I hate him for it.
I am a boy.
I am a teen, and I am strong, and you will hear me roar.
I am indestructible to everything.
Once I become a man, I will conquer.
I am a boy.
But she always makes me feel weak.
She’s just a simple girl.
At age seventeen, she still so simple.
She is simple.
And she is my weakness.
I am a boy.
I do not want to be a teen, I do not want to be strong, and I want to cry.
I have seen just how fragile I am.
I do not want to be a man just yet.
I am a boy.
But she showed me real strength.
She’s no longer just a simple girl.
At age seventeen she’ll forever stay.
She is real, true, and simple strength.
And she could no longer be called my weakness.
“NEWS REPORT: A terrible accident has just struck Northville High School!”
“What’s going on, Jenny?”
“Apparently a Junior by the name of Jane Summers has been hit by a bullet and killed!”
“Oh Lord, who shot the gun?”
“Well- Oh, wait, we’re getting an update… oh my God, you can’t be serious.”
“Jenny? What’s going on?”
“Apparently it wasn’t a bullet, but some sort of creature? I’m not sure what that means, Ron, but I can tell you one thing, it’s not looking good for poor Jane.”
“Jenny, what’s that behind you?”
“What’s what- OH MY GOD.”
“Jenny? Jenny!”
“…what‘s going on? Is there something wrong?”
“Oh my Jesus…”
“Ron, it looks like Ms. Summers will live, but… she’s so pale…”
“Pale? What do you mean, Jenny?”
“Pale enough to look like she’s dead.”
“Jane, are you all right?”
“I‘m fine! I don‘t know what you guys are worrying about-”
“Jane, look at yourself! You’re the exact shade as this piece of paper!”
“No I‘m not! Stop lying to me, I‘m FINE.”
“And your voice! Jane, there is something wrong with you!”
“THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME - what the?!”
“Jane!”
“Milly… there‘s something - NOTHING - in my head!”
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A story of one girl, and her journey across the world.
After being Reformed by a Ghoul, Jane Summers is forced to find the Necromancer to chose her to be cursed by the taunting voices. Jane is suddenly thrown into her family’s past, one that she never knew: all the way into Ancient Egypt when the Gods and Goddesses of the Dead roamed free and ruled with a painful fist.
With the help of her friend, Milly, and the one boy who never would have given her the time of day before all of this happened, d**k, Jane must figure out who this Necromancer is before the Ghoul Forms into her… or else.
 Ukeire · Tue Dec 22, 2009 @ 01:56am · 0 Comments |
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