|Aechigo's OC, Holly.|
The Road Not TakenHe'll move onto a more advanced school (he has no friends; there's no reason to stay) and make Franz's mistake ("An AI seemed like a good idea at the time!")The Road Not Taken by Adventurer411
She'll move back to Japan (new jobs, new locations) and study martial arts.
He'll lose his laughter (this breakup hit him hard)
He'll befriend a raven-haired delinquent (they'll be in jail before the end of high school)
She'll sit (neither awake nor asleep), dormant, like the supercomputer (it was never turned on) she resides in.
It'll stand for a year before being torn down.
(It's just an old factory)
Four Chains PrologueRun.Four Chains Prologue by Adventurer411
It was the single, frantic thought in the elf's head that blotted out all the others. It was one simple, yet important and maybe even lifesaving command that she was following. She was running, running as fast as she could. Her mind was on autopilot.
Run, jump, and duck.
The thick foliage slowed her pace considerably. She had to follow the commands that her brain produced so she wouldn't end up sprawled on the forest floor or getting slapped by low-hanging branches. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to get up if she tripped and fell.
Run, jump, duck, and pant.
Lightheaded from scrambling through the forest, the elf had to add it to her list of automatic commands—not that it hadn't been there already. Chest heaving, heart pounding, and legs burning from the actions, she tried unsuccessfully to organize her jumbled thoughts. She searched for the reason she was running and found it almost im
HealingStupidHealing by Adventurer411
Not good enough...
Hate. Destroying the mind.
Self-loathing. Eating away your insides.
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peoplea meaningful poem about nothing. by colbalt-rain
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
Code: RedemptionCode: Redemption
A light of consciousness sparked in the black and blue abyss of cold coding. A shapeless, disembodied being woke up from its long slumber, as his existence struggled like a candle's flame to the wind.
.....I'm......still here? It asked itself in disbelief H-how? It's not possible. Those kids....they killed me.......those corrupted and evil creatures killed me! They forced me to kill my own father......so they could kill me.......and I still live... it thought, feeling a new, first emotion. Anguish. It felt like its own insides were frozen in ice.
............don't blame yourself. It is my own fault. A voice echoed in the data stream I only taught you to act like a warrior, and once your purpose was