100 Themes Challenge

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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 16, 2011

   My thread for my 100 posts, please do not post in my thread. Feel free to read.
   
   

   Spoiler

   1. Introduction - DONE
   2. Love - DONE
   3. Light - DONE
   4. Dark - DONE
   5. Seeking Solace - DONE
   6. Break Away - DONE
   7. Heaven - DONE
   8. Innocence - DONE
   9. Drive - DONE
   10. Breathe Again - DONE
   11. Memory - DONE
   12. Insanity - DONE
   13. Misfortune - DONE
   14. Smile - DONE
   15. Silence - DONE
   16. Questioning - DONE
   17. Blood - DONE
   18. Rainbow - DONE
   19. Gray - DONE
   20. Cookies - DONE
   21. Vacation - DONE
   22. Mother Nature
   23. Cat - DONE
   24. Orly?
   25. Trouble Lurking
   26. Tears
   27. Foreign
   28. Sorrow
   29. Happiness
   30. Under the Rain
   31. Flowers
   32. Night
   33. Expectations
   34. Stars
   35. Hold My Hand
   36. Precious Treasure
   37. Eyes
   38. Abandoned
   39. Dreams
   40. Rated
   41. Teamwork
   42. Standing Still
   43. Dying - DONE
   44. Two Roads
   45. Illusion
   46. Family
   47. Creation
   48. Childhood
   49. Stripes
   50. Breaking the Rules
   51. Sport
   52. Deep in Thought
   53. Keeping a Secret
   54. Tower
   55. Waiting
   56. Danger Ahead
   57. Sacrifice
   58. Kick in the Head
   59. No Way Out
   60. Rejection
   61. Fairy Tale
   62. Magic
   63. Do Not Disturb
   64. Multitasking
   65. Horror
   66. Traps
   67. Playing the Melody
   68. Hero
   69. Annoyance
   70. 67%
   71. Obsession
   72. Mischief Managed
   73. I Can't
   74. Are You Challenging Me?
   75. Mirror
   76. Broken Pieces
   77. Test
   78. Drink
   79. Starvation
   80. Words
   81. Pen and Paper
   82. Can You Hear Me?
   83. Heal
   84. Out Cold
   85. Spiral
   86. Seeing Red
   87. Food
   88. Pain
   89. Through the Fire
   90. Triangle
   91. Drowning
   92. All That I Have
   93. Give Up
   94. Last Hope
   95. Advertisement
   96. In the Storm
   97. Safety First
   98. Puzzle
   99. Solitude
   100. Relaxation
   (Bonus) 101: YWS
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 16, 2011

   Theme: Introduction
   
   Fear my crappy drawing skills! So, ya. Here it is.
   
   
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 16, 2011

   Theme: Love
   
   [Rated 18 for ideologically sensitive material (In other words I can't write about love, so here's sex)]
   
   I think I'm going to call this one 'Puppet'
   
   Touch me
   Take me
   Use me
   Waste me
   Baby I'm your puppet and I want you to
   Touch me
   Take me
   Use me
   Waste me
   Just show me a damn good time
   
   It doesn't have to be love
   It doesn't have to be
   Ser-i-ous
   It doesn't have to be real
   I just wanna do it
   
   Touch me
   Take me
   Use me
   Waste me
   Baby I'm your puppet and I want you to
   Touch me
   Take me
   Use me
   Waste me
   Just show me a damn good time
   
   I'm not your sweet heart
   I just want a good time
   S-E-X
   Is my number one crime
   Lock me up baby
   
   Let's have a little
   Fun
   Let's play a little
   Game
   Let's scream a little
   Louder
   I feel Perfect
   
   Touch me
   Take me
   Use me
   Waste me
   Baby I'm your puppet and I want you to
   Touch me
   Take me
   Use me
   Waste me
   Just show me a damn good time
   
   J-just show me a damn good one
   
   Ha-ha! Oh...
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 17, 2011

   Theme: Light
   
   [Rated 16 for mild language]
   
   "The sun's about up, Jim. We gotta get a move on." Greg grumbled as he hitched the horse to the wagon and sauntered up to his friend.
   
   Jim looked out over the valley and let out a slow breath. Much like the valley, he wasn't as he seemed. So calm on the outside, but screaming and frantic on the inside. She was here, she was watching.
   
   "There's no time, Greg. You get on out of here. Go to town." Jim ordered calmly.
   
   The calmness in his voice irritated Greg, but he listened to his commands regardless. Without a word, he unhitched the horse and hopped on. Jim remained unmoved, and staring out into the valley. Even though they had only known each other for a short while, Greg felt close to Jim. He wished Jim would have at least told him what he was running from.
   
   "Promise me you're going to come to town. Promise me. Right now." Greg pleaded as he looked down at his comrade.
   
   "The light is coming darling, open your eyes. I'm right here." Jim mumbled as he let his hands fall from his hips to his sides.
   
   There was a low growl, then a horrible and unnatural screech filled the valley. Jim's lips twitched, threatening a smile. She was coming. Greg looked around the clearing in a half panic before digging his heels into the horse and taking off towards the town.
   
   "Come and get me bitch! The light is here and I am waiting!"
   
   Jim scooped the spherical locket out of his shirt and ripped it off of his neck. The golden engravings glimmered in the early morning light. Heavy breaths heaved Jim's chest.
   
   Up.
   
   Down.
   
   The breeze picked up and turned into a roaring wind. The trees waved violently, almost as if they were warning Jim that she was getting close. The birds screamed, warning Jim that she could smell his fear and hear his bones rattling like a child's toy.
   
   Her feet drummed against the ground in a violent rhythmic pattern, but he remained unfazed. The closer she got, the harder he gripped the little locket. The glare in her eyes said that she meant business, but he swallowed his fear and stood with a straight back.
   
   "I laugh in the face of danger you monstrous being!" he screamed as she came into view. For the first time since he had began running, he looked into those eyes.
   
   Those bright, yellow, feral eyes.
   
   Her eyes snapped to the locket, and she lunged for it. Jim was faster, he pulled it out of her reach, and chucked it at the ground.
   
   It didn't break on impact, like he had hoped. She rolled over onto her feet again. Their eyes both met each other, then the locket. In moments, she had lunged. He was faster.
   
   His foot came down on the small trinket, shattering it. A blinding light flashed before their eyes. Their skin tore from their flesh as it sent out it's shock wave.
   
   It was done.
   
   Without a trace, both Jim and the demon who wished to possess the great power of what laid within the locket were wiped from history itself. Never to be remembered. Never to be forgotten.
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 17, 2011

   Theme: Dark
   
   [I made a perrrtty GIF]
   
   
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 17, 2011

   Theme: Seeking Solace
   
   
   Kathryn shivered as the rain danced against her skin. Even on a night as dark as that night, you couldn't see the stars. The clouds were thick, and heavy. The rain pounded hard against the pavement, but through it all you could faintly hear her calling out.
   
   "Won't somebody help me?"
   
   On a night like that night, no one was roaming the streets. It was far too wet out. Every now and then, a car would drive by. No one ever saw Kathryn. No one ever saw Kathryn.
   
   She stepped up into the doorway of a corner store to hide from the rain. Her frail knees threatened to give way at any moment. Yet the rain pounded on. She lowered herself to the floor and pulled her legs up. She pulled her backpack out from behind her and pulled a small stuffed bear out of that.
   
   "Hello mister bear, did you have a nice ride?" she asked the little bear.
   
   He was missing an eye, his fur was dirty, and there was a hole in his ear where some fluff managed to stick out. She made him nod with two of her thin fingers.
   
   "Very good, then. I think it's time we get some shut eye. Don't you agree?"
   
   A small smile passed her lips as the bear nodded again. She brushed her greasy brown hair from her face and pulled a small container from her bag. Two little cookies slid inside the box, making her stomach growl hungrily. She pulled the lid off and placed a cookie in the bear's lap.
   
   "Eat up Mister Bear, we need to keep up our energy!" she giggled.
   
   She ate slowly, watching the rain as she did. Another car drove by, and she frowned slightly. It seemed every time she got her mood up, something tore it back down. Her eye glanced over to the bear.
   
   "If you're not going to eat that, may I?" she asked politely.
   
   With one hand, she nodded his head up and down, then she took the cookie. The rain was beginning to let up now, but she couldn't tell the difference. She brushed the crumbs off her torn dress and placed the lid back on the container. Then put it back in her bag.
   
   From her bag, she then pulled out a small blanket. It was just as raggy and torn as the clothes on her back, but it was all she had. She pulled mister bear close and tucked the blanket around them both. It wasn't very warm, but it did offer some comfort.
   
   "Wait! Mister Bear! We forgot to say grace!" she scolded as she sat up and got to her knees.
   
   She then placed the bear on his knees and put his little paws together. She smiled and put her own together.
   
   "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take."
   
   The bear flopped over beside her, making her giggle. The two laid back down, hoping the next day would bring sunshine and something better.
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 17, 2011

   Theme: Break Away
   
   Dear Jock,
   
   I used to love you with every thread of my being. I used to stay up for hours every night and imagine how things would be for us if you would just ask me out. I used to try and ask you out myself. I used to draw our initials into little hearts all over my assignments, and then try and white them out before I handed them in. I used to.
   
   Not anymore. Recently, I've realized you aren't worth the tears I've shed. Or the tubs of icecream I've eaten. I've been completely transparent to you all these years. I bet you didn't even read the card I slipped into your locker on valentines day. Either that or your Slut of a girlfriend threw it away. I never did like her.
   
   I realized you weren't worth it, and I was only hurting myself. It's unfortunate that it took me four years to figure this out. However, I don't hate you. I have no reason to hate you, because you have done nothing wrong. I don't even know if you will read this letter, for all I know you will crumple it up and throw it away like an old discarded sock that lays in one of the changing rooms.
   
   I just wanted you to know.
   
   Sincerly, Transparent.
   
   ~
   
   Dear Slut,
   
   I used to hate you more than 'a fat kid hates dieting'. Do you remember when you used to say that about me? Anyway, I used to hate you, and envy you. I looked at you with nothing but resentment. I'd spend hours plotting ways to make your life more miserable than you made mine on a daily basis. You didn't even seem to try. I used to.
   
   Really, instead of hating you I should have been thanking you. You've made me a stronger person than I ever thought I could be on my own. There were times when I wondered if any of this was worth it anymore, I wondered if I should have just given up. I'm glad I didn't. Now I realize, I was the bigger person.
   
   You may have the 'perfect' body, and the 'perfect' social life, and the 'perfect' boyfriend, but it's all just make believe, isn't it? I saw the way you would cake on makeup in the bathroom, and your best friend (who also happens to be my sister... if you didn't know) told me how you obsessively check your weight. It's really unfortunate. I always thought you were pretty.
   
   Whoever told you that you weren't perfect lied to you. Because I always thought you were perfect just the way you are.
   
   Sincerely, A Fat Cow.
   
   ~
   
   Dear Best Friend,
   
   Thank you, for always being there. For being crazy with me. For dancing in the rain. For hugging me when I cried and listening to my sob-stories. Thank you for never questioning my sanity when I would tell you that I wish I could kill someone. Most of all, thank you for talking me out of suicide all those times.
   
   One more thing.
   
   I'm sorry.
   
   I should have noticed after all these years that you were a lesbian, and that you liked me. The truth is, now that I look at it. If I would have realized sooner, and you would have asked, I would have said yes. You treat me better than any guy ever could. I mean it, too.
   
   It must have been frusterating, having the girl you want so close and not being able to have her. You were always a stronger person than me, though. I admire that greatly. You will move onto greater things, I can feel it. One day, when you're the big-time singer that you want to be, I'll download all your songs from Itunes and look back on the days when I knew you when you were invisible.
   
   Sincerly, Clueless.
   
   ~
   
   Dear Mother,
   
   Your note will be the shortest of all the letters I've written. Because you already know everything I feel about you. I need to thank you. For everything. Without your support and wise advice, I might not have made it this far. I have realized, though, that all the times you've grounded me or taken away my cellphone, they were for my own good.
   
   I hope someday, I will be as good of a mother as you are. It must have been hard to raise the three of us alone.
   
   Sincerely, Daughter
   
   ~
   
   Dear Bald Asshole,
   
   I know you're the geography teacher, but everyone called you that. I'm sorry for their neglegence. We always gave you a hard time for being the... oddest looking of all the teachers. That was pretty rude of us, and for it you probably worried for the future generations. I don't blame you.
   
   The truth is, you were the best teacher I ever had. Usually, people say their favorite teacher was their art teacher, or their music teacher. But you were mine. For an 'old bald asshole' you were very calm and relaxed. You gave good, honest grades. Helped us with our work. You actually succeeded in making geography interesting.
   
   Most of all, you were kind of like a friend to me. I would go to you before the guidence counselor, because you offered better advice and more moral support. It makes me feel like a real jerk after all that teasing and acting up I did in class. It's true what they say, what's popular is not always right and what's right is not always popular.
   
   Thank you for helping me realize that.
   
   Sincerly, A Troublemaker.
   
   ~
   
   Dear School Community,
   
   You've showed me the best and worst four years of my life, but sadly a time comes for us all to move on. That time, for us graduating, is now. Some of us are moving onto college, some to university. New places, new people, new ideas. Most of all, new beginnings.
   
   I have a little advice, for all of you. For the grade Nines, don't worry about popularity and appearences. Nine times out of ten, all is not what it seems. Let loose, and show some school pride. You're stuck here for four years anyway, make them worthwhile.
   
   For grade Tens, I know that you may feel a little... invisible sometimes. But really, who cares? Go crazy, have fun, dance in the rain and wear funny hats. It's all for the kicks. Three more years, show them who you are and make the world your playground. Make it the start of something big.
   
   Elevens, you may be tired of all of this. You may wish you were in grade twelve already, because you can't stand another year of this. All I can say is... chin up. You should know what you want to do with your life, show the world. Make pretty things even though no one cares. Fall in love. Dance like no one is watching and laugh at jokes that you only get five minutes later.
   
   Grade Twelves, this is your final year. Make. Your. Mark. Don't be remembered as the invisable kid in the corner, and don't be remembered as the bitch who thought she was all that and a ton of shit. Because who says you're not perfect, and who says you're not worth it? Appearences aren't all that they seem.
   
   Sincerely, Anonymous
   
   ~
   
   She neatly folded the five letters and placed them in their individual envelopes. Writing them was only half the task, and she wasn't done yet. Not yet. She wiped the tears that had welled up in her eyes as she placed them in her bag. The house was silent, but that was to be expected at three in the morning. No one was up this early, so she could almost hear a pin drop, if one so happened to drop.
   
   She slowly dialed the number for a taxi and slid the note for her mother out of her bag and onto the table. When a voice finally asked what they could do for her, she responded with her address and hung up. She placed the phone on top of the letter, now there was no way it would go unnoticed.
   
   She tip-toed into the garage and grabbed her suitcase. The shadows watched her as she slipped out the door, almost as if they wanted to grab her and pull her back in. As the door clicked shut, she could have sworn she had left her stomach back inside. She knew this feeling would come, this moment of uncertainty. She swallowed her fear, and her guilt, as she walked down the drive to the waiting taxi.
   
   "1450 Oakland drive, please." she mumbled as she placed her bag on the seat beside her.
   
   The driver nodded and pulled away. She watched as her home faded from view behind them, and let a hand press against the window. Promising to never forget. Never, ever forget. The driver looked back at her and smiled understandingly, but remained silent.
   
   The next morning, as everyone opened their letters she was walking down the old forest path, towards the waiting truck. She pressed the keys into the waiting ignition and took a deep breath before putting two hands on the wheel.
   
   Tiffany placed the letter on the end table beside her bed as she layed a hand on her stomach and glanced at her scale. Ryan smirked and pinned the note up on his corkboard, beside his football schedual. Hannah wiped the tears from her eyes as she pinned the little rainbow-flag pin to her shirt. Mr. Boyle ran a hand over his scalp and sat back in his chair as he looked over his empty classroom. Mrs. Carter placed a hand over her mouth and flipped open the little locket on her neck, containing a picture of Mr. Carter.
   
   She took another deep breath and pressed down on the gas. The early morning traffic began to pick up once she reach the highway. Cars passed by, people heading to work and play. People visiting family and friends. She smiled as she started down the highway, heading away from her town. A voice on the radio announced the next song, and dully continued in the background. It offered a sort of company.
   
   "It's not like I'm sad." she whispered as she gripped the wheel, "It's not like I want to cry. I just need to... get away, and find myself.," she stated to no one in particular. This was the start of something good.
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 17, 2011

   Theme: Heaven
   
   Everyone has a different idea of heaven. Some believe when they die, they go to a land where all is right. Others believe they come back as a new person, or being, either or. Some aren't as cheerful about it. They believe they just get stuck in the ground and left to rot.
   
   They're all wrong.
   
   If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have bothered wasting my time in Church sermons and reading the bible. It's all pointless in the end.
   
   I'm what they call a 'collector,' a 'grim reaper', 'soul taker'. I'm what you see in your nightmares. I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. Sharp teeth, dark eyes and a big black cloak. They don't get any more terrifying.
   
   My job is to collect the souls of the stubborn still-alive. Often, there are people who won't accept the fact they are supposed to be dead by now, or won't come along to the after life.
   
   I know, it's a gruesome job. I don't think it would be too horrible if I said it's worth the perks.
   
   One day, I was on a mission to collect the soul of eight-year-old Anna Marie. I always hated collecting the souls of children. They were so innocent, and in my opinion, they weren't ready.
   
   As I wandered into the hospitable room, I could feel something wasn't right. Normally, you could feel the death when you walked into a room of the barley-living. This room was different. I couldn't describe the feeling I felt then, but it was too happy to be death.
   
   The girl laid in the bed, looking as frail and brittle as the last hospitable run I had done. It was a shame, she was probably an adorable little girl. With a promising future at that. I tried not to think of that, though as I sauntered over to her bed.
   
   I knew she could see me, she was staring right at me. Only the nearly dead and beyond could see us. Although, there were times I wondered if the dead really could see us. We seemed to go ignored quiet often.
   
   Nonetheless I had a job to do.
   
   "Are you who I think you are?" she whispered in her sickly, hoarse voice.
   
   I nodded. Then held my hand out. So, they weren't all that stubborn. Just... stronger willed then life expects them to be. We still had to collect their souls. If I was lucky she would come along without hassle.
   
   "Am I going to heaven?" she whispered quietly.
   
   I frowned and felt my brow furrow. It wasn't the first time I got this question, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It still got to me, I had been one of the strong, stubborn ones who wanted to wait for an angel to come and whisp him away to heaven.
   
   "I was a good girl, I swear!" she promised, convinced there was a heaven.
   
   The look on her face screamed fear, and worry. I sighed and wrapped my fingers into hers.
   
   "Yes, sweetheart. You're going to heaven."
   
   It was wrong to lie to her, and I knew it was. But I had a job that needed to be done and that was all that mattered, right?
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   SisterItaly Creator
   SisterItaly Creator · Jun 18, 2011

   Theme: Innocence
   
   [More crappy drawing skills! Oh Avery... you're so innocent.]
   
   
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    SisterItaly Creator
    SisterItaly Creator · Jun 18, 2011

    Theme: Drive
    
    [I'm going to say this is 16 , for moderate swearing and ideologically sensitive material. Nothing too bad, not like any other rap you may have read.]
    
    It goes to this beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Hh3tciRim0
    
    Put it in Drive
    Floor it
    Off. We. Go.
    
    I am speed.
    
    Ready to race?
    
    Here we go into outerspace
    I lived off speed and ecstasy
    I said come here, she listened to me
    I lived for the money, the deals and the fame
    Racing was my number one game
    I was number one, nothing could stop me
    No one bothered to try and top me
    
    I was the best the world ever had
    and now I'm ready to go mad
    I messed up big time
    Gotta take what you dish
    but if I had time for one more wish
    It'd be to start over
    and give up the fame
    
    Go back to training wheels
    Make it up again
    I can't believe what I did for real
    I'm almost ready to make a deal
    with the devil
    and sell my soul
    Go back to the honor roll
    
    I don't mean school
    I mean my ride
    Go way back to a better time
    Back when my name wasn't a big tag
    Back when I had some proper swag
    I wanna ride for the thrills again
    I wanna see, my girl again
    
    I can't believe my time is up
    I'm not ready
    I really messed it up
    and I want you to forgot me
    but that won't happen
    Will it?
    I feel my soul beginning to split
    Start over. Wait. Let me try again.
    I promise I'll do it better. Forever.
    
    This is not a song, a moral, this is me.
    The story of what I used to be
    Let me tell ya, I wasn't what I seemed
    I really F*cked up with that detainee
    In prison people hear you scream
    but they don't wanna help you
    No matter the scene-ario
    
    You want a lesson?
    How's this.
    When you think you're on top of all the shit
    Look back, and think of me.
    Look back at the way I used to be.
    Don't go there brother's
    it's not what it is.
    I'd give it all up to be real again.
    
    [So, I let some people convince me to rap it. Not that much convincing was needed. It can be found here: Rappeh.wma - 1.43MB. It's a small download, I promise.]
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    SisterItaly Creator
    SisterItaly Creator · Jun 19, 2011

    Theme: Breathe Again
    
    [I seriously cried while writing this.]
    
    As I was walking along the sidewalk, in the hussle and bussle of daily life-livers. If I couldn't find a magical way to get to work soon I'd be late.
    
    As I turned into the park, I saw a peculiar site. A young boy was holding his motionless dog in his arms. I froze for a moment, my mind flashing back to when I had to bury Skipper. Before then, I wanted to be a Baseball player. Every night I'd play fetch with Skipper to practice throwing. I could pitch like no one's business. After he died, there was no one.
    
    No one to play fetch with. No one to cuddle in bed. No one to tell all my secrets to. No one to help bury the body.
    
    I shook my head and kept walking. I couldn't be late for work. He sniffled and shook his dog lightly. I couldn't be late, I'd lose my job.
    
    Then I noticed no one else was stopping to help the boy. Almost as if no one else could see him. Was I just like them? So caught up in what was important to me that I couldn't stop to help a child? I sighed.
    
    I glanced around the park then headed over to the boy. Soft sobs shook the boy's figure. The dog... it was a Black Lab. Just like Skipper. I swallowed my fear of remembering, and my pride.
    
    "What's wrong with your dog, little boy?" I asked quietly and I knelled beside him.
    
    The dog was barely breathing, but breathing none the less. A sliver of hope, for both myself and the young boy. He looked up to me and wiped his tear stained eyes.
    
    "I-I don't know, Mister. He just fell over and... and..." he started sobbing into the dog's fur again.
    
    I bit my lip and rubbed his back. There was no way I was making it to work on time, now. The vet was still a far walk from here, and no one could be sure if we'd make it on time. The dog whimpered quietly and looked up to me with those eyes. I'll never forget those big, pleading eyes.
    
    "What's his name?" I asked as I prepared to pick the dog up.
    
    "Jake," the boy sniffed "His name is Jake, and he's five years old."
    
    "I like that name, what's your name?"
    
    "Andrew. I'm nine years old."
    
    "Alright, Andrew. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to pick Jake up, and we're going to go find a cab. Then, we're going to take Jake to the doctors, and the doctor will make him better. Okay?"
    
    The boy nodded, and I lifted up the dog. We walked towards the road, and I started to try and wave down a taxi. They never stopped when you needed them the most. After a while, the boy pulled on my sleeve and looked up to me.
    
    "It's alright, you can put him down now." he whispered.
    
    I blinked "But..."
    
    "The reason no one could see me, is because I'm not of your world. They may have seen Jake, but no one bothered to help. I see now that it is his time."
    
    The dog jumped down out of my arms and stood beside the boy.
    
    "He can finally breathe again."
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    SisterItaly Creator
    SisterItaly Creator · Jun 19, 2011

    Theme: Memory
    
    I flipped the note over and over between my fingers as I leaned against that cold bus wall. The dark city flew by as I let my mind wander. Old route 22. It used to be a popular route before the people left.
    
    Tae touched my hand, sending an excited spark through me. I lifted my arm and she let her head settle against my chest. Her small green eyes slipped shut as she let out a quiet, happy sigh.
    
    I glanced down at my hand and let out my own sigh. A tired sigh. The robotic bus driver looked onward, towards the street. They weren't programmed to converse with riders, or offer sympathy.
    
    Tae and I stepped onto the new bus. She made a comment, saying it had that 'New bus smell with a modern touch.' I knew from the start these robots were no good. She insisted they'd lead us to a brighter future. An easier one.
    
    I sniffed and looked back out the window at the rushing city, then down at my bag. Why was I doing this? They forgot about me. didn't even know if they would take me back. The bus pulled to a stop. I saw them.
    
    I ducked under the seat and waited for the bus to start up again. The red, flashing lights passed by over head and everything returned to darkness. The bus pulled away again, and I pulled on the wire, to single I wanted off at the next stop.
    
    Tae screamed and clawed the empty air in front of her in a desperate attempt to get away from the C.O.P. bots. I watched in horror as her flesh began to tear from her skin. The others held me back as I tried to save her, even though it was obviously too late.
    
    I shuddered and tugged my zipper up to my chin. The end of the city looked so impossibly dark. Where civilization stopped and the desert started. The bus creaked to a stop, and I quietly jumped off.
    
    The city was quiet, almost too quiet. But I guessed that's what happens when all the humans leave. Things get quiet.
    
    "Come on Jamie! We have to get on that bus or we're never going to leave!" Shouted an angry elder woman.
    
    The man who I guess was Jamie climbed up onto one of the many buses that promised to free humans from the robots that sought to kill them. I was busy helping everyone get what they could take onto the buses.
    
    We were pressed for time, the sun was setting. The robots would be out soon. As the thought crossed my mind, there was a whirring. Followed by a painful shriek. Everyone began to panic and force themselves onto the bus. The doors shut. I was still outside.
    
    "Hey! You forgot me! Open up! Please! I don't want to die..." I begged as I slammed my fists on the door.
    
    "We'll come back for you, I promise!" the driver shouted, then drove off.
    
    I promise. He had promised a hell of a long time ago. I shook my head and walked out into the desert, away from that hell hole for the last time.
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    SisterItaly Creator
    SisterItaly Creator · Jun 20, 2011

    Theme: Insanity
    
    Gray glanced over his shoulder as he walked through the tunnel. Not a soul in sight, how typical. He thought to himself, as he kicked a rock off to the side. Since the disease broke out, the 'clean' kept themselves hidden. Almost as if they thought it was extremely contagious... beyond being bitten.
    
    He twirled the toothpick between his teeth and let out a low snarl. It was quiet... too quiet. He let his hand glide over to his gun, and dug his heel into the ground. With his free hand he flicked his shaggy brown hair from his eyes.
    
    A crazed laugh slowly came into ear shot, as it echo'd through the tunnel. A woman's voice. He pulled out his gun and cocked it in one swift, fluid moment. The voice grew louder and louder until a dark figure finally came into view.
    
    She held a knife... a rather large knife. Almost like something you'd see in a movie. Her knees buckled inwards, and she held her head upwards while she laughed uncontrollably.
    
    She came running at him, her feet pounding the ground in an nonrhythmic pattern. Gray raised his gun and aimed, waiting for the right moment to shoot. That's when he saw her face.
    
    Dominique.
    
    He lowered his gun to his side and let his mouth hang open. Too fazed to speak, or move. She drilled her shoulder into his side, making him drop the gun. She pinned him to the ground and let out another hysterical laughing fit. His fingers desperately stretched, trying to get the gun.
    
    She looked down to him and giggled. That knife, the one she held against his throat. It was so heavy and cold. He could almost feel his pulse against the blade.
    
    She pressed down, both interfering with his air passage and drawing a few drops of blood. He brought his knees up against her then kicked her off. During the few seconds she was down, he grabbed his gun and re-cocked it.
    
    She turned to him and began laughing again. If she didn't keep it down the other diseased vermin would come crawling out of the wood work and attack him. He pulled the trigger and the bullet flew through her flesh, cracking the bone in her right shoulder.
    
    She let out a pained scream and began laughing again. Her face showed nothing but agony, yet she laughed on.
    
    "She's not Domi anymore." Gray sobbed to himself before aiming the gun at her head and pulling the trigger. Her body jerked before she went still. A small squeak escaped her lips.
    
    He fell to his knees beside her and held her head in his lap. They took all that mattered to him. Domi... his love. His wife.
    
    He wiped his eyes and glanced up and down the ally, he was alone. The others would find him, if she found him. It was cold in the tunnel, now. The gun... in his hands. He reloaded his pistol and raised it to his temple. Then, he pulled the trigger.
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    SisterItaly Creator
    SisterItaly Creator · Jun 20, 2011

    Theme: Misfortune
    
    [I think unnamed was being a little dramatic >> Geez man haven't you heard? Money can't buy happiness.]
    
    I threw my keys down on the coffee table and let myself rest on the couch. It had been a long week, and I believed I deserved a break. I flipped the TV on and surfed through the channels.
    
    "Are you tired of you're shitty minimum wage job? Do you want more money for less work?" the cheekily dressed man on the infomercial asked.
    
    "More then you'll never know." I mumbled as I undid my tie and let a few buttons loose.
    
    "Then why don't you start working from home! For just ten easy payments of twenty-nine-ninety-nine, you too can make $800 a week from your living room couch! Call the number on your screen now, before it's too late! This is a limited time offer!"
    
    I chuckled and flipped through to the next few channels. As per usual, there was nothing worth watching on TV. I kicked off my shoes and flipped to the news.
    
    "Coming up later, I married my Car? But not before what we have next, the lottery numbers for this week." The news woman had that cheesy smile... that creepy cheesy smile.
    
    I shuddered and let my glance drop to the table, maybe it was worth a shot? I almost got electrocuted at work once, that's close enough to getting struck by lightening. I scooped up the ticket and checked off the numbers as they appeared on screen.
    
    My pulse began to race... One more number. C'mon give me a O'seven. I begged inwardly.
    
    "And the last number is... Zero-Seven!"
    
    I stood up, then sat down, then stood up again. The ticket fell from my hand to the table. Everything went still for a moment as I let what just happened register. Then, just like one of those commercials, I jumped up and down and screamed with joy.
    
    "I won the lottery! I won the lottery! I can't believe I won the bloody lottery!"
    
    I quickly grabbed my ticket and my keys, then headed for the door. I needed to claim my prize, tell my parents... rub it in Marilyn's face. Stupid whore left me and now I could rub it in her face!
    
    I jumped into the car and fought with it to light the ignition. One turn, two turns, Come on! I smirked as the old machine roared to life, and pulled out of the driveway.
    
    I took off towards my parent's house, not caring to look at the speed limit. I held the ticket between my fingers and looked it over and over. I couldn't believe this little piece of paper was going to change my life.
    
    Suddenly, it slipped through my fingers and flew out of the window. My stomach jumped up into my chest and I slammed on the breaks, another car hit me from behind and jerked my car forward. My foot hit the gas, and pushed it right to the floor. I jerked forwards once again and with one fatal blow drilled into the tree.
    
    My head ached, my throat burned... but I was still alive. Barely. I let out a quiet sob, there went my fortune. I pulled the switch blade I carried in my pocket at all times, and jabbed it into my side, life wasn't worth living if I lost the only thing that made it worth while.
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    SisterItaly Creator
    SisterItaly Creator · Jun 20, 2011

    Theme: Smile
    
    [13+ - Moderate language]
    
    It all started... with one simple smile.
    
    I will always remember that smile. The smile from the first time I saw him. We were in high school, I was a cheer leader and he was a water boy. Normally I wouldn't talk to someone of such a low social status. I was supposed to be above that. When he gazed up at me and smiled, I couldn't help but smile back.
    
    That smile made me melt.
    
    I admired him from afar, and that smile was never the same until his eyes met mine again. When I told my closest friend; the one person I trusted with all of my secrets no matter the circumstance she laughed at me.
    
    She laughed and asked; "What do you see in him?"
    
    To which I keenly replied; "Everything you don't."
    
    That shut the bitch up fast. I didn't talk to her for almost two years after that, but like a good friend she never told anyone. I guess that's what brought us back together. I did over react a bit.
    
    But that smile...
    
    When the day came that I just had to talk to him I was extremely nervous. During my high school years, a girl asking a guy out was unheard of. Then again... a water boy getting a date with a cheer leader was also unheard of. I swallowed my pride and approached him.
    
    That smile.
    
    It got me every time.
    
    We kept our relationship secret for a long time. I was always a hopeless romantic, so I didn't mind the whole 'Romeo and Juliet' feeling that came with the hiding. He didn't mind the 'not-getting-beat-up' aspect of it.
    
    He still smiled.
    
    Eventually, we couldn't keep it secret any longer. The rumors were getting out, and people had managed to take pictures of us innocently kissing and holding hands. When we 'offically' started dating, I almost got kicked off the cheer leading squad. We fought through it, and loved each other through it all.
    
    And we smiled.
    
    We graduated together, and when we parted ways for college we never lost contact. Every night we talked on the phone and 'kissed' each other every night. Those were the hard years.
    
    I missed that smile.
    
    When we graduated we moved in together and supported each other like no other. I will be first to admit that we had some rough patches along the way, but we always through it. We both had steady jobs and we loved each other. Together, there was nothing we couldn't over come.
    
    "For better or worse."
    
    We never lost our teenage spark, instead we fed it and made it a passionate flame.
    
    "To love and obey."
    
    And now...
    
    "I do."
    
    He smiled down at me and kissed me deeply, the guests all clapped and cheers. I tried to hold back the tears in my eyes. The tears of pure bliss and joy.
    
    He pressed his mouth against my ear and whispered, "When you smile, I smile."
    
    That smile.

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