Kinadom-Raine

lost, i tried to find my own way out but the future couldn't find me, lay limp and unresponding this impulse fleeting resists deleting found, the destiny i thought that i broke and so in my small tiny dreams, a voice whispers to me "til the very end, i'll be there for you" i can't stop the time or a future just like mine so the ticking will always be there, burn into my mind don't run from the truth 'cause it'll find you just live in reality, and if you just ran away, i don't know these scars won't ever fade and my tales won't go away 'cause my past is my past, and that's that, there's nothing to it even if my destiny is shat

Never Give Up Jack Frost X Reader Chapter 1 ~~~ A.N.: OK you guys, I've had a LOT of people ask for this so what the hell, I'll do it! XD OK well this will be a chapter fic as you see and yeah, it's pretty much the sequel to the ROTG movie only with a romantic twist with Jeff and a reader! XD I've seriously had a LOT of people want this and ask for more so after one more comment out of, well, 50 or so people begging I finally got in the mood to do this! XD OK so let's just start. .-. (F/n)=First name, (L/n)=Last name, (H/c)=Hair color, (H/l)=Hair length, (E/c)=Eye color. Ages: (F/n)=17 The rest I don't know .-.besides Jack, he's like 300 and

Change (Loke x Reader) “Come on, ______.  Let me explain,” Loke pleaded.  He rested his head on the bar-top and stared at you with a genuinely hurt expression. “What is there to explain?”  You kept your eyes locked on your drink, watching the bubbles rise to the surface of the glass.  Loke was a flirt and a player and you knew it.  Why had you even considered going out with someone like him?  “You stood me up because you were off flirting with some blond hussy.”  (For some reason, you had convinced yourself that it was a blond.) “No way!”  Loke shot up and balled his hands into fists at his

    "Alright everyone, LET'S MOVE OUT!" shouted the leading corporal. Your grip tightened on the handles of your gear's blades, knuckles turning white. It was time to face the titans....... yet again. As a top wielder in the maneuverable gear, you were selected to be part of an elite group that was being set out to deal with a few stray titans that were enclosing on the walls. Even though there only appeared to be a few of them, it was still just as terrifying every time. Chilling sweat collected on your forehead at the thought of previous encounters. "Hey, are you feeling alright?" You looked over at Jean, who was raising a brow at you. "You

        “Didn't I tell you to come up here five minutes ago? I did, didn't I? That only leaves one question, why aren't you up here?” Death leaned down close to your face and tilted his head in a questioning manner. “Well, never mind that now, just hurry and pick something.” Standing up straight, Lord Death whipped around, took hold of the basket and spun around once more to place it on your lap. “Here, now you have no excuses.” “I wasn't making excuses before, but okay.” Not one to argue with death, you placed your hand inside the basket and grasped a hold of a thin, black, rubbery cord. You i

Original monologue Theater I finals Death Character: Death is something people just love to avoid, Just so they can stay on this earth. But why fear death, Eventually it will happen and that is something you will never, never be able to stop. Its the big elephant in the Room that nobody pays attention to until it does something. People die everyday, People are mourned everyday. So why try to ignore death, your lucky that "it" didn't choose you already. But its human to survive, and those who want death are still human, but do not realize what death is permanent, it doesn't matter what religion you're from, Even if you believe in reincarnat

         Another night, another victim.         Jeff the Killer felt IMMENSELY satisfied with himself for yet another successful night. He’d targeted a single bitch, and killed her in one fell swoop. He chuckled to himself as he pressed his body against a tree, peering out as he watched police cruisers race down the street.         “Good night?” a voice asked beside him.         “Yeah, managed to kill—” Suddenly he stopped and whirled around, knife at the ready, but found his arms quickly blocked and raised above his head. Inches from his face was a blue mask, black tears painted dripping from the eye