|I just look awesome~|
Been to Hell ... And Back! A TV on low volume was playing in the background. The boys shared a silence as the news reported, “A young man was found dead in a back alley. He was a convicted felon that had escaped the police multiple times this past year. Known as Caleb Donahue, he was found almost three days after his presumed death. Now on to Joe with the weather, Joe?” The boys ignored the TV more as it became less and less relevant. “Hey .D?” Izm asked. “Yeah Izm?” A.E.D waited for an answer before looking at his best friend. “You forgive me right..?” Izm stared at his goggles in his hands, terribly worried what his best friend thought of him. “Don’t worry Izm. It was me or him, and you were quick enough to stop him from taking me out. Thank you. Again Izm, thank you,” .D said giving Izm a grateful smile.Been to Hell ... And Back! by ~Leioll
Some people change, a lot of people change really. But… some don’t.
Izm gained the biggest grin
Scrap Wars The war had started… During this time in the seemingly desolated outskirts of theScrap Wars by ~Leioll
holy empire, a war had kicked up. More specifically, the Scrap Wars. What started as an
argument brought in groups of other rebels and gang members. And these people, they
fought for inventors, and metalworkers. They wanted anyone who could make things to help
their cause. Exiled inventors and craftsmen were sought out, and were commissioned for
any cause. The members of the gangs went so far as to kill anyone who accepted to work
for anyone else.
This story of the war follows two young orphans through their friendship and
adventure during the historic Scrap Wars. It starts only three weeks after the war first
started to break out.
"SHIT!" A little black haired, red-eyed boy screamed diving for cover behind a
rather large pile of junk. After the gunshots stopped, the boy looked over the edge of
the junk pile very cautiously and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Why? Oh Yeah...Why do I do this to myself?Why? Oh Yeah... by ~Leioll
Oh yeah, it's because of the overwhelming hate... overwhelming depression.
Why do I put myself through so much pain, it almost makes me sick?
Oh yeah, so I don't hurt the people I kind of care about.
Why do I care so much about what others think?
Oh yeah, so I can keep up an image I'm starting not to be proud of.
Why do I feel like no one listens or is willing to listen?
Oh yeah, because I don't let myself talk about my issues.
Why do I feel as if everyone hates me?
Oh yeah, because I have low self esteem and every insult kills any good feelings I have about myself.
Why am I in so much pain?
Oh yeah, I let people in, and as they broke apart my soul- I broke down my body.
Why can't I just let things go?
Oh yeah, because I care what people think about me.
Why do I have to be me?
Oh yeah, because there is nothing else I can be.
Why do I hate myself?
Oh yeah, because I care about what others think and I was raised in a way that made me a pessimist.
Why can't I d