Lord Lich Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.
Wishlist
The Thursday Next Series - Jasper Fford
Jingo - Pratchett
Hogfather - Pratchett
Going Postal - Pratchett
Tale of Two Cities
Night Watch - Pratchett
Thief of Time - Pratchett
Monstrous Regiment - Pratchett
Stardust - Neil Gaiman GOOD OMENS - Pratchett and Gaiman
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Today has been wonderful. Just effing wonderful. I dunno how I managed to be so cheerful the whole day, when I just feel like dying and going somewhere quiet so I can scream.
Geezus, I'm depressed. Fret not, I'm not going to take a blade and put it to my wrist anytime soon. Thank god that, for a depressed person, I'm a depressed person who hates pain. Huh.
And tomorrow won't be better, it's history repeating on and on. I'm repeating Simple Plan lyrics. That must say something.
I think I'm just saying I'm depressed cause I like the sight of my fingers typing 'I'm depressed' or something. Gods. Tomorrow there's RS and Tribune. Can I just die and not go to school tomorrow? I seriously don't feel like facing anything more than lessons in school. At least during lessons it's possible to slack and doodle in a notebook. Or on a waterbottle.
The world is beautiful today.
Yesterday, the clouds were dark and the thunder flashing and he did something awful and left her alone in the rain where she was found drenched to the bone and face wet with tears.
But today she is going to set things right, and the world is beautiful.
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"You're joking," she had insisted when he first told her. "You're joking."
In the dim light of the street lamp, he managed to look almost sad. "If only I was."
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She only has one brother, tall and handsome to most, but to her, he's only her adorable kid brother. So, when he came to her, emaciated and covered in bruises, she had pulled his head onto her lap and murmured into his ear, "Tell me what happened."
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She went back to that place of the past, and found herself a painted picture of the eye of the storm. Teenagers chattered merrily in the run-down shopping mall, and the roads were over-run with hurried steps and bright paper bags.
That day, she learnt that there were thirty ways to keep a brother from jail, and that, in some cases, it took thirty-one.
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She returned to her life at last, putting all behind her and happy to keep the past as it was - the past. Yet when he returned again, gaze more haunted then before, she found she could not say no.
The lack of action (un)accomplished more than anything she'd ever done.
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"It's not happening," he stuttered, raising a blood-stained hand to her face. "It's not happening."
"If only it isn't." She shifts her grip on the handle of the dagger, driving it even further in. In the dim light of the flickering bulb, she manages to look almost sad, but the blood sings on her hands, and she remembers the life of the gutter and how the crimson stain belonged on her pale skin, like it has always had.
"You can run, but you can't hide." She whispers from memory, to herself more than to him.
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There's no one left to see it, but the world is beautiful today.
Huh. That made absolutely no sense. But I feel better now, at any rate. Hehe, I just liked the motif of 'the world is beautiful today' and randomly shot it into the first plot bunny that entered my head.
Okay. I need practice on writing original fics. I can't go on in a fandom forever. Chrissie, darling thesaurus, help?
