Blink-182 Pathetic Novels & Stories

Not mine. I stayed on the bench. Opened the phone one more time. The video I'd made. **"YAN-1."** Played it. My face. Tired. Honest. Not beautiful. Not virtuous. Just present. I saved it again. To cloud. To somewhere Lin couldn't reach. To somewhere only I knew. Then I deleted it from the phone. Not because I was ashamed. Because I didn't need to watch anymore. I knew what was there. A person. Beginning.

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

After all, both families had already paid me a total of eleven million. Even without a contract, how was I supposed to explain losing the client’s corpse? Besides, if what he said was true, those ruthless people outside had no problem killing their own son or future son-in-law. Crushing me would be easier than stepping on an ant. “If you won’t help me, then I’ll find my own way out.” Blake forced himself upright despite his condition. He lifted a hand slightly, and the Deathfeign Parasite flicked its tail. Instantly, cracks spread across the glass jar.

He blamed himself too much. Flashback Hey guys. So I'll be gone if you're reading this. I'm sorry, really. I just couldn't do it anymore and I know that sounds really cliche but I couldn't. I never wanted to leave any of you but I was suffering so much, I had been for the past 8 years and I'm done. Lilith, you were the last person I wanted to see. I planned to do this before meeting you in the shooting range, I just wanted to say everything first and I did. Thank you for being there in my final breaths. Eden. My sweet beautiful Eden. I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you needed me to. And you didn't love me the same either. Your destiny was written with Malakai's and as painful as it is,

ranting to Nia—captioned “brain = mush bc of him.” Ave’s breath caught in her throat. Her life—her feelings—were being passed around like a joke. She didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Didn’t scream. She just… shut down. --- BLAKE – At That Same Moment, Tech Hallway Blake was halfway through explaining their updated wiring system to their mentor, Mr. Lancer, when Tyree burst through the door like a malfunctioning drone. “Bro.” “What?” Blake said without looking up. “Check your phone.”

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

My instincts told me to push the ice out. I didn't know how to do this, but I had to try something. I collaborated some ice, picturing a bubble around all the light blue, the pushed it. My arms started to ache and I still couldn't feel my legs, but I pushed the color again, giving it another shove, then it finally disappeared into the nothingness past my walls. My vision started fading, turning as dark as the abyss. - “Elana, Are you alright?” A distant, groggy voice called to me through a blackness consuming me. My head pounded, my arms chilled as I tried to focus. What happened?

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Alexis soothes the corners of my mind, caressing me and murmuring softly we will be alright and we can reach out to him. I pull on the tether I have with him, finding nothing when I try to reach out. He blocked me out, I sigh and slump back into the pillows. Helplessness and despair courses through me and I cry, heartbroken and hurt. When I can’t hold any longer I try once more, pulling on the bond, thrashing and screaming Into the nothingness that meets me.

group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper Author DangerBeanz Fan Page I apologize for the horrible rhyme Roses are red and I love cheese curds It wont let me post without 100 words.