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d a y - u n k n o w n : s t a r v a t i o nYou're not really paranoid if they really all are out to get you.d a y - u n k n o w n : s t a r v a t i o n by ParanoidGunslinger
Least, that's what my mother used to say.
I missed her, when it happened. But there's no time for emotion when you need to survive.
All I know at the moment is that it's night. I don't know where I am, what day it is, or what I need to do next.
Wait, what do I have left? I stare down, opening the package of what meagre belongings I possess. A small silver chain. Some scraps of food, the last food that I have (god, I'm freakin' starving right now. Can barely concentrate right now). A few clips of ammo. And finally, a folder, full of some kind of codes. I don't know. All I really know is that I have to protect them.
And that I have to get out of this place, and fast. I drop the bag on the ground and unholster my pistol, smearing a tiny bit of blood on the holster as I do so. Remove the clip, set the new one in and shit what's that noise SHIT-
I roll to the side, just as a truck smashes through the wall just by where
(UNRELATED) 16: Questioning.Sometimes, you just have to face the facts.(UNRELATED) 16: Questioning. by ParanoidGunslinger
The DD you want, that goal you have, the only people that will get there are the best.
Sometimes, you have to realise that despite the effort you put in, people might just not be interested in your work.
Maybe they can't be bothered to look at it.
It could be that they don't like that kind of stuff.
Or only pay attention to the very best work.
Sometimes it feel like life is unfair.
On Tumblr, a picture of an apple, taken straight from Google Images, with the words 'reblog this' reaps in more favourites than a daily deviation.
While that happens, hundreds upon hundreds of original works are lying in the darkness.
Just how did that apple get so popular anyway? Maybe the person uploaded it was popular.
And there's the truth, plain and simple.
You don't need to be talented, you just need to be popular. Just like in 'real life'.
Whatever 'real life' is.
So, if you feel alone?
y o u r e n o t a l o n e
d a y - o n e : i n t r o d u c t i o n (theme 1)Breath, relax, aim, fire. Don't let the recoil get to you, don't blink, and whatever you do, do not falter. One miss, and you're fucked.d a y - o n e : i n t r o d u c t i o n (theme 1) by ParanoidGunslinger
Arient has been learning this lesson for a long time, practising it, memorising it. Now, in his new occupation, he's going to have to to stick by it to the letter.
One quick glance down, at his watch. 9:00PM. Shit, is it really that late? And my target's still missing? Two more glances around the area. To his left and his right. It's clear. Treading lightly, he walks closer to the door, pushes what looks like a hairpin into the lock. It takes him about ten seconds to open the door, and three more to grab a jamming device out of his pocket and use it to disable the alarms. Habitually, he looks over his shoulder, holding his breath.
No-one. Apparently he got in quickly enough to make it seem natural. Good. He closes the door behind him.
It only takes him a moment that the house is not the ideal place for this. It's too large, about three s
To Kill a Sue: Pilot PilotTo Kill a Sue: Pilot by Chibifangirl01
Its been seven years since Raven's master had been left and trashed by her creator. She wasn't an ordinary girl. She didn't really exist. She was actually a character, or a Mary Sue in a thirteen year old's Naruto fan fiction.
Raven's creator's name was Emma. She used to like writing fan fiction, until an older more "mature" user told her that Emma was a poor writer and that Raven was a sue. Emma faced deep depression. She was currently in the middle of a fanfiction with Raven in it, but dropped it as soon as that comment was stated. Seven years later, Raven has been running for her life.
Emma's last story took place in the middle ages, where Raven is loved by many but also hated by others. She has abounty on her head for prostitution and being a vampire. And since Emma is not there to finish the story, Raven must do it herself.
"I'm seriously tired of running. There isn't a way to get rid of the bounty. And I'm sick of regretting everything." She said, as she
Meeting Someone New - Part One "I'll be back from the market soon. Don't get yourself into trouble. You're free to roam the apartment as always. Be careful, okay?"Meeting Someone New - Part One by Wolf4821
Cry's words still hung in the air as Felix paced by the door anxiously. A few hours had passed and the miniature Swede had grown impatient, even irritated, waiting for Cry's arrival, to have someone there to play games and watch television with him. Someone to make pancakes and eat with him as they joked about the most ridiculous things that had happened to them in the past.
He was bored.
Felix sighed, finally giving in and leaning against the door frame, the frigid breeze from the hallway creeped in and curled around his minuscule form. It caressed his skin, barely touching it as it glided over the surface like gentle fingers, causing Felix to shiver and stand once more while hugging himself to maintain his warmth. He wandered into kitchen, making his way over to the cabinets. He expertly leaped up and swung his body back and forth, jum