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Unkempt hair fell over his eyes in curled knots, its dark brown colouring almost blacking out his pupils behind it. He knew what he had to do.
He just didn’t want to.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 02.04.2014 @ 10:00 am
The parachute refused to unleash itself. I pulled relentlessly at the chord, willing it to grace me to safety. With the ground quickly approaching, I knew I was running out of time.
I’d thought about killing myself. Hell, I’d tried it a few times.
But this? This was wrong. I didn’t want to be remembered like this.
My brain became frantic. Ben’s face came to me, as did Colin and Bobby’s.
What would they do? How would they react?
I didn’t want to find out.
The ground was getting closer.
I mustered all the strength and adrenaline I had left and tugged at the chord. There was a deafening crashing sound.
My vision gave out.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 10.13.2013 @ 4:41 pm
Her auburn hair wavered in the light breeze, her bright green eyes gliding aimlessly over the scene in front of her.
“Hey, you gonna come up here, or what?” She smiles and offers a hand down to help me up. I suddenly realized that the only thing I was thinking was, ‘She’s beautiful.’
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 05.13.2013 @ 5:41 am
There are many stories in this world, too many to be told and too many to hear. There are stories of the past, the present, and the future. Stories of heroes and dragons, of love and lust, of monsters, daemons, and angels.
However, there is one story that has never been told.
Should it remain that way?
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 05.06.2013 @ 6:37 pm
It was hardcore trench warfare now: no rules, no one to regulate you or what you did.
It was all free. The fighting, the unplanned attacks, the weapons.
It was all open now.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 04.08.2013 @ 5:08 pm
The reality was fabricated; not real. It didn’t even look real, everything was plastic, fake, unmoving and emotionless. It was dull. We wanted out.
So out we went.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 04.02.2013 @ 9:23 am
“It’s the truth,” she whispered. “I swear.”
I stared into her eyes, not wanting to believe her. I SO didn’t want to believe her. But… Something was different than before. There was a glint in her eye, a glimmer of honesty.
I grabbed her hand and smiled. “C’mon,” I said. “We’ve got some saving to do.”
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 03.18.2013 @ 6:11 pm
The signal changed from red to green, and he gently pushed down on the pedal. About halfway through the intersection, he noticed two lights heading towards him coming from the left. There was a honk, then a crash, then darkness.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 03.06.2013 @ 1:57 pm
The gown was embellished with thousands of tiny jewels; it was something only royalty would’ve worn. I put it back down onto the ash covered ground, “seems like such a waste…” I think to myself as I look out over the now charcoal-black valley.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 02.24.2013 @ 1:46 pm
She flailed in the water, helpless, slowly giving in to its freezing but welcoming arms.
She was going to drown, she was going to drown and there was no one here to save her.
After everything she’s been through, she was going to DROWN to death; no getting shot, hung, burned at the stake, buried alive, dying of hunger, no. She would drown, and there was not a thing to be done.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 02.19.2013 @ 5:17 am
It wasn’t real.
It couldn’t be.
Even if it was, what would you expect me to say?
I was shocked, dumbfounded, taken aback.
It couldn’t be.
It was impossible.
It just couldn’t be.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 01.22.2013 @ 12:07 pm
“To create is to destroy”
At least, that’s what we’ve always been told. I was raised this way, a brainwashing system that started from birth. I’m not alone, as there are kids everywhere who grow up knowing this, and this only.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 01.19.2013 @ 7:28 pm
The Master turned to the Doctor, already knowing what he was going to do.
“I have to, Doctor.”
The Doctor looked saddened–no, it was more than that… He looked depressed. “You don’t have to, though. Please, we’re the only ones left!”
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 01.11.2013 @ 8:45 am
I have zero experience with things like this. I’ve usually been good in school, but I seriously haven’t been able to focus for my life the past few months; I’d just much rather be working on personal stuff than school stuff. I’d really like to be working on and finishing the different writing pieces I’m working on, but I’ve had to spend all of my time working on school stuff; and even when I do, I don’t finish all of it and I end up needing to lie to my parents to be able to do things I want to do.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 01.05.2013 @ 4:48 pm
They replaced me.
They fucking replaced me.
How could they? I thought I was important to them.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 01.03.2013 @ 11:14 am
“Sure,” he said, not knowing why.
‘Oh shit! What have I done…?’ he thought to himself, almost immediately after he uttered the word.
“Really? Great! I’m so glad you’re willing to help! We’ll be meeting around 7 tomorrow, so be sure to be on time. See you there!”
“Yeah, see you.”
‘Fuck. Now I have ANOTHER commitment to deal with.’
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 12.31.2012 @ 9:27 am
They walked towards the massive tent, unaware of the adventure that was about to begin.
Upon entering, they found themselves in a circle of animals, men, and women. Everyone was shrouded in darkness, so they were unable to completely understand the magnitude of their actions.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 12.28.2012 @ 8:48 am
It was everywhere. I ran to the door of my room and felt it with the tips of my fingers. Almost instantly, I drew them back and clutched them in my opposite hand. There was smoke seeping in from the unseen side of the door.
I looked to my window. I knew what I had to do.
I just didn’t want to do it.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 12.26.2012 @ 7:28 am
It was simple; women just didn’t act that way. It was ‘unseemly’, as the head mistress had put it. It didn’t matter to me, though. I didn’t care about what society said or how other’s would judge me; I just wanted to be myself without anyone telling me not to.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 12.05.2012 @ 6:04 pm
“NO!” He objected. “I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!”
The crowd gasped. A volunteer? That’s never happened, never in history.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 12.02.2012 @ 5:59 pm
Me, myself, and I; the three people I could rely on. At least I knew they wouldn’t ever let me down. Not like that double-crossing sister of mine…
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 11.30.2012 @ 3:21 pm
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, and wealthy, and wise.
No no, that’s not right.
Early to bed, early to wake, makes a lady smart, and pretty, and great.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 11.29.2012 @ 1:31 pm
The past kept troubling her; all of the horrors of war and murder constantly following her wherever she went. She knew that she had to leave it all behind, but somehow it kept crawling back wherever she fled to.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 11.28.2012 @ 1:29 pm
He looked down the hall, soon realizing the darkness would come no matter what he did.
He stopped only for a moment to regain himself, then turned on his heel and continued running from the shadows.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 11.22.2012 @ 9:40 am
She had never received so much, never in her entire life. She was thankful, yes, but overwhelmed. She had no idea what to do with all of the stuff people had given to her! It seemed like nothing she did would seem logical or make any kind of sense.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 11.20.2012 @ 4:20 pm
She received the package, not knowing what was inside. She brought into her house, with great difficulty, and opened it carefully. She wasn’t quite sure what could be lying beneath the newfound bubblewrap and styrofoam found upon opening the package.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 11.20.2012 @ 4:17 pm
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I don’t know why they force us to learn.
The problem with our education system is that the education is forced upon us; we aren’t given a choice on whether or not we want to learn the material.
Along the same lines, it doesn’t make sense to me that we aren’t able to choose what we want to learn. We should be given the opportunity to explore topics we find interesting.
» Posted By Neta Shikoba On 02.11.2013 @ 3:45 pm