Dreams - Chapter 1 by TwillowZabbyFreak, literature
Literature
Dreams - Chapter 1
TZF: Hey guys, so I've recently gotten into Warehouse 13 and it has been quite literally KILLING my feels! So here, my first venture into the fic world of WH13 and my second multi-chapter fic. Please do enjoy. Also please note, this is AU (Not /quite/ confident enough with the fandom to write In universe yet...)
Helena shot awake, gasping for air and tangled in her sheets. It was the same dream again. There was a woman stood on a small island, calling out, although Helena could not hear the words. She was stood on a cliff, isolated and alone. There were two other women on the island, but those were sat together, paying no mind to the shoutin
Girl
I saw a girl on the bus today. She looked so familiar. I kept looking and looking and thinking and thinking. And then it hit me. It was me, younger me.
So I went and sat with her. We chatted for a while, her name was Emily and that made me smile. She didn't recognise me, but why would she? I had different hair, different eyes and a different name. I wasn't her anymore.
She began telling me about school. She said she liked it, but I could see in her eyes that she didn't. I knew from memory that she didn't.
We talked for a long time, about her evil stepdad and her baby brother and guiding. Eventually though my stop rolled around. So I
I swore that I wasn't self-harming anymore
And I wasn't, not in the sense that you think of it
I no longer cut myself
I no longer bit or scratched at my hands.
To you, I had stopped.
But I know I haven't
Watch me, just watch
Do you see?
You don't see.
I know you don't
You would have said something if you saw.
Watch me, when I'm alone.
I bang my head
Hit myself
Pull my hair
Pull at the stud in my lip
Punch walls
Kick walls
Anything that causes me pain
I'm doing it to try and make you see
I don't want to be obvious.
I don't want to be a stereotype
I want people to see that I'm hurting
I want people to see that under my pr
"I'm sorry..." I whisper as I sit, feeling my legs and bum go numb from the cold ground. You don't reply. I mean, how could you? But I wish you could.
"I mean it. I know I've said it many times before, for many different reasons but..." I choke and am suddenly unable to finish my sentence. I don't know if there even was an ending buried in there really, I just felt like I had to explain myself to you.
Not that I ever needed to explain myself to you, you always seemed to know what was going on in my head, even when I acted like I couldn't stand you, you always had the knack for knowing how I was feeling.
Was that why you never got really up
I am sat on a wall, one leg dangling down, talking to my girlfriend and a best friend of mine. The conversation is meaningless but easy, it flows.
There's a bang, and another, and I fall. Dead.
My girlfriend panics, begins crying, begging, pleading, trying to perform CPR.
I see this through a birdseye now, no longer attached to my body.
My best friend is panicking also, running round, trying to think of what to do.
I glance at myself.
There is a bullet hole in my forehead, and one in my chest. Dead center, both times. Were they aimed for me?
My girlfriend gives up, leans down, over the body, My body, and she begins to cry. I cry too, t
How to deal with Writers Block by TwillowZabbyFreak, literature
Literature
How to deal with Writers Block
Siobhan Edwards says
cute retard wants a hug
how do the characters react?
Willow McKenna says
Abby: Piss Off ¬_¬
Ziva: WTF?
Timmy: AWWW! CUTE!
Tony: *Eyebrow raise* make him female!
Gibbs: *Eyebrow raise and headslaps Tony*
Siobhan Edwards says
he's telling you about himself. Do the characters care?
Willow McKenna says
Abby: Leave me alone. *Leaves*
Ziva: Whats her problem?
Timmy: I wanna know! Tell tell tell!
Tony: Still just want a girl.
Gibbs: *Headslaps Tony and then follows Abby to make sure she's alright*
Siobhan Edwards says
The boy's brother has come to confront everybody who has disrespected his brother us
...yeah... =)
Willow
Wiwwow is sweepy...
you are mad =)
Point?
just stating a fact =)
Abby is mad. madness is fun!
suppose so lol
Tony is mad too...
The entire show is mad!
That's what makes it great!
But ofcourse =)
Hinkyness XD
Abby! =) I love Kate's drawing of Abby =)
What the AbbyBat?
Yep!
HeHe...wonder if Sasha Alexander actually drew them... Love the DiNozzo pic too x
I know DiNozzo's was brilliant and Gibbs drawing was fab
BitchBag!
very funny it's not my fault
¬_¬ < --- Unimpressed face
ow well =D
yhyhyh =P
hows your back now?!
Sore.
Oh the pain of having you as a friend =P
I'm the best friend =P l
Dreams - Chapter 1 by TwillowZabbyFreak, literature
Literature
Dreams - Chapter 1
TZF: Hey guys, so I've recently gotten into Warehouse 13 and it has been quite literally KILLING my feels! So here, my first venture into the fic world of WH13 and my second multi-chapter fic. Please do enjoy. Also please note, this is AU (Not /quite/ confident enough with the fandom to write In universe yet...)
Helena shot awake, gasping for air and tangled in her sheets. It was the same dream again. There was a woman stood on a small island, calling out, although Helena could not hear the words. She was stood on a cliff, isolated and alone. There were two other women on the island, but those were sat together, paying no mind to the shoutin
Girl
I saw a girl on the bus today. She looked so familiar. I kept looking and looking and thinking and thinking. And then it hit me. It was me, younger me.
So I went and sat with her. We chatted for a while, her name was Emily and that made me smile. She didn't recognise me, but why would she? I had different hair, different eyes and a different name. I wasn't her anymore.
She began telling me about school. She said she liked it, but I could see in her eyes that she didn't. I knew from memory that she didn't.
We talked for a long time, about her evil stepdad and her baby brother and guiding. Eventually though my stop rolled around. So I
I swore that I wasn't self-harming anymore
And I wasn't, not in the sense that you think of it
I no longer cut myself
I no longer bit or scratched at my hands.
To you, I had stopped.
But I know I haven't
Watch me, just watch
Do you see?
You don't see.
I know you don't
You would have said something if you saw.
Watch me, when I'm alone.
I bang my head
Hit myself
Pull my hair
Pull at the stud in my lip
Punch walls
Kick walls
Anything that causes me pain
I'm doing it to try and make you see
I don't want to be obvious.
I don't want to be a stereotype
I want people to see that I'm hurting
I want people to see that under my pr
"I'm sorry..." I whisper as I sit, feeling my legs and bum go numb from the cold ground. You don't reply. I mean, how could you? But I wish you could.
"I mean it. I know I've said it many times before, for many different reasons but..." I choke and am suddenly unable to finish my sentence. I don't know if there even was an ending buried in there really, I just felt like I had to explain myself to you.
Not that I ever needed to explain myself to you, you always seemed to know what was going on in my head, even when I acted like I couldn't stand you, you always had the knack for knowing how I was feeling.
Was that why you never got really up
I am sat on a wall, one leg dangling down, talking to my girlfriend and a best friend of mine. The conversation is meaningless but easy, it flows.
There's a bang, and another, and I fall. Dead.
My girlfriend panics, begins crying, begging, pleading, trying to perform CPR.
I see this through a birdseye now, no longer attached to my body.
My best friend is panicking also, running round, trying to think of what to do.
I glance at myself.
There is a bullet hole in my forehead, and one in my chest. Dead center, both times. Were they aimed for me?
My girlfriend gives up, leans down, over the body, My body, and she begins to cry. I cry too, t
How to deal with Writers Block by TwillowZabbyFreak, literature
Literature
How to deal with Writers Block
Siobhan Edwards says
cute retard wants a hug
how do the characters react?
Willow McKenna says
Abby: Piss Off ¬_¬
Ziva: WTF?
Timmy: AWWW! CUTE!
Tony: *Eyebrow raise* make him female!
Gibbs: *Eyebrow raise and headslaps Tony*
Siobhan Edwards says
he's telling you about himself. Do the characters care?
Willow McKenna says
Abby: Leave me alone. *Leaves*
Ziva: Whats her problem?
Timmy: I wanna know! Tell tell tell!
Tony: Still just want a girl.
Gibbs: *Headslaps Tony and then follows Abby to make sure she's alright*
Siobhan Edwards says
The boy's brother has come to confront everybody who has disrespected his brother us
Girl
I saw a girl on the bus today. She looked so familiar. I kept looking and looking and thinking and thinking. And then it hit me. It was me, younger me.
So I went and sat with her. We chatted for a while, her name was Emily and that made me smile. She didn't recognise me, but why would she? I had different hair, different eyes and a different name. I wasn't her anymore.
She began telling me about school. She said she liked it, but I could see in her eyes that she didn't. I knew from memory that she didn't.
We talked for a long time, about her evil stepdad and her baby brother and guiding. Eventually though my stop rolled around. So I
I'm not sure how to say this so I'm just gonna come out and say it...
I think I might wanna be a boy.
I really don't know though... like sometimes I really wanna be a boy, it feels right and I'm more comfortable in boys clothes than I am in girls and it just feels right to pretend to be a guy online, or to be called Will rather than Willow
And then other times, I just wanna be a girl I mean, the few dresses I own, when I wear them, I like wearing them and obviously there's the boob thing (I love my boobs :D)
I'm really confused and I honestly don't know what to do... I've been thinking about this for a long while and... I'm finally ready
I have started this project, called Post-It's of a Life Well Loved.
I take a large book and a load of post-it notes to London Expo or round large cities and encourage people to write a Post It to someone. And I do mean /anyone/ on any topic.
This is currently a baby project that I have just started and even if you don't live in England, it would mean a lot if you would help me out.
My tumblr: projectpost-its.tumblr.com
DeviantArt: projectpost-it.deviantart.com/
And Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Post-Its-of-a-Life-Well-Loved/389799637765127
Please please, like, watch, follow and share with your friends. The word of mouth is our bigges
Happy Early Birthday, Willow McKenna. If I misspelled your name in any way whatsoever, I beg and beseech thee to both inform me of what/where and to forgive me my goof-up. Sincerely one of your hopefully entirely too many fans; Adalack.
Happy Early Birthday, Willow McKenna. If I misspelled your name in any way whatsoever, I beg you to do the following two things: #1.): please do inform me of what/where, and #2.): please do forgive me my goof-up. Sincerely one of your hopefully entirely too many fans- regardless of my views on your desires, your artwork is very good quality work, so please do keep it up; Adalack.
Happy Birthday, Willow McKenna. I personally don't think it'd be wise for a girl or woman to not appreciate that role in life; it's DNA that determines the gender of the person via anatomy... I appreciate your feelings, but females are made to be female, guys are made to be guys. It's simple biology, really. I hope this hasn't hurt your feelings, I didn't intend to, I'm just expressing views and sources; I personally happen to think you're a wonderful lady and think you should stay that way- it's okay to have *feelings*, just not okay to always *act* upon them. Sincerely one of your hopefully many fans; Adalack.
Happy Early Birthday, Willow McKenna. Sincerely your fan; Adalack. P.S. If I happen to get your name wrong, please do both correct me and forgive me my error- this request lasts, or is supposed to last for a long time; practically forever, as I do not want to hurt you by things like spelling your name wrong or incorrectly.