Suddenly Gila was at the heart of a battle. There was nothing to the world but these narrow, cramped corridors, the clanks and ringing as iron met iron and the screams of men as iron met flesh. She was panting, exhausted, swinging a mace she did not remember grabbing, hitting shoulders, faces, necks, backs, anything she could see in the chaos, trying not to think think of what she was doing. There was blood on her face, its smell mixing with the heavy stench of sweat, iron, and death. “There is more coming at the east gate!” she called out to her companions, with a voice that was not her own. She feared she would not survive the n
The streets were dark and empty near the docks, save for the five young men lurking at the door of a massive storage house. “It's always bloody Beunir. Not Beun, not even Ben, but always bloody 'young Beunir'. She insists that adults don't use shortened names.” Beun scowled, toying with the club in his hands. Todd shrugged. “I personally like the hair best. You're like a prince's lackey.” Beun immediately pulled his hand up to smooth it down and pull the small tied back tuft from underneath the collar of his shirt. “It's the ear. Warg doesn't say she minds, but every time she catches a glimpse of it, she turns s
Sons bury fathers, fathers bury sons
They died for you, so you must live for them
You must cut them twice if they cut you once
That is the way it must go, once again
Mad is the song, but mad are the singers
Maybe you now see how it all goes wrong?
Mad are the games, but mad are the winners
Will you now see how it was all along?
Sing for me brothers, sing for the men who
Died fighting for those who wanted to live
Sing for me, sisters, sing for the wish to
Only find peace, nothing but to forgive
Will your sons one day sing your fathers' songs
Who is there to teach them, how to be men?
Will feral beasts show them rights from the wrongs
Will t
I didn't want to bother you
But rumour has it you're alive
I hope you know I mean this, too
I didn't think you would survive
Are you still the same small wolf boy
That I met those long years ago
Skinny, scarred and robbed of your joy
Please tell me it isn't so
Wolf boy, haunted by your nightmares
For all the pain that you went through
With shame and loss that ripped you bare
All I hope is that you got through
I forced myself upon you and
Every time you pushed me away
Don't worry, now I understand
Did you ever visit her grave?
Every day that you weren't in school
I missed you, but couldn't come clean
I barked at you, was mean and cruel
Eve
Se ei ollut ensimmäinen kerta kun istuin rehtorin kansliassa. Jossain raksutti kello ja ilmastointilaite humisi. Missään muualla koulussa ei ollut ilmastointilaitetta. Mihin helvettiin se edes tarvitsi sellaista tähän aikaan syksystä. Rehtori istui pöytänsä takana, valtava punanaamainen mursu joka ajatteli kai olevansa ankaran ja isällisen näköinen. “Kai sinä nyt Marco tiedät mitä sinä olet mennyt tekemään?” Puhui painaen kirjakieltä, niinkuin sen vaikutusvalta aikuisena pönkittyisi siitä. “Tappelin.” Mun ääni ei kuulostanut yhtään yhtä vakuuttavalta kuin olisi pitänyt, vastaus oli jo valmiina mutta hän meinasin silti
Suddenly Gila was at the heart of a battle. There was nothing to the world but these narrow, cramped corridors, the clanks and ringing as iron met iron and the screams of men as iron met flesh. She was panting, exhausted, swinging a mace she did not remember grabbing, hitting shoulders, faces, necks, backs, anything she could see in the chaos, trying not to think think of what she was doing. There was blood on her face, its smell mixing with the heavy stench of sweat, iron, and death. “There is more coming at the east gate!” she called out to her companions, with a voice that was not her own. She feared she would not survive the n
The streets were dark and empty near the docks, save for the five young men lurking at the door of a massive storage house. “It's always bloody Beunir. Not Beun, not even Ben, but always bloody 'young Beunir'. She insists that adults don't use shortened names.” Beun scowled, toying with the club in his hands. Todd shrugged. “I personally like the hair best. You're like a prince's lackey.” Beun immediately pulled his hand up to smooth it down and pull the small tied back tuft from underneath the collar of his shirt. “It's the ear. Warg doesn't say she minds, but every time she catches a glimpse of it, she turns s
Sons bury fathers, fathers bury sons
They died for you, so you must live for them
You must cut them twice if they cut you once
That is the way it must go, once again
Mad is the song, but mad are the singers
Maybe you now see how it all goes wrong?
Mad are the games, but mad are the winners
Will you now see how it was all along?
Sing for me brothers, sing for the men who
Died fighting for those who wanted to live
Sing for me, sisters, sing for the wish to
Only find peace, nothing but to forgive
Will your sons one day sing your fathers' songs
Who is there to teach them, how to be men?
Will feral beasts show them rights from the wrongs
Will t
I didn't want to bother you
But rumour has it you're alive
I hope you know I mean this, too
I didn't think you would survive
Are you still the same small wolf boy
That I met those long years ago
Skinny, scarred and robbed of your joy
Please tell me it isn't so
Wolf boy, haunted by your nightmares
For all the pain that you went through
With shame and loss that ripped you bare
All I hope is that you got through
I forced myself upon you and
Every time you pushed me away
Don't worry, now I understand
Did you ever visit her grave?
Every day that you weren't in school
I missed you, but couldn't come clean
I barked at you, was mean and cruel
Eve
Se ei ollut ensimmäinen kerta kun istuin rehtorin kansliassa. Jossain raksutti kello ja ilmastointilaite humisi. Missään muualla koulussa ei ollut ilmastointilaitetta. Mihin helvettiin se edes tarvitsi sellaista tähän aikaan syksystä. Rehtori istui pöytänsä takana, valtava punanaamainen mursu joka ajatteli kai olevansa ankaran ja isällisen näköinen. “Kai sinä nyt Marco tiedät mitä sinä olet mennyt tekemään?” Puhui painaen kirjakieltä, niinkuin sen vaikutusvalta aikuisena pönkittyisi siitä. “Tappelin.” Mun ääni ei kuulostanut yhtään yhtä vakuuttavalta kuin olisi pitänyt, vastaus oli jo valmiina mutta hän meinasin silti
How happy are you ?
[ ] You have a boyfriend/girlfriend
[X] You have your own room.
[x] You own a cell phone.
[ ] You have an ipod/ mp3 player.
[ ] Your parents are still married.
[ ] You have more than 2 best friends.
[ ] There is a swimming pool in your backyard
T 0 T A L: 2
[x] You dress how you want to.
[ ] You hang out with friends more than once a week.
[x] There is a computer/ laptop in your room.
[x] You have never been beaten up.
[ ] You never cry more than twice a month.
[x] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.
[x] Your room is big enough for you.
[x] People don't use you for something you have.
[x]
Hey you guys wanna start comic project with me? Like those awesome improv comics there used to be out there. Every artist brings in a protagonist, scrape some vague idea of a plot together, and everyone draws a page on their own turn.
Those were cool.
» LAPSUUS «
Millaisessa talossa asuit lapsena? - Kerrostalo, omakotitalo
Kuinka monta kertaa olet muuttanut? - 2
Kuinka iso piha oli lapsuuden kodissasi? - Kerrostalossa kerrostalopiha, ekassa isossa kodissa pikkupiha, viimeisimmässä ihan oikee piha
Oliko teillä koskaan puuhun rakennettua "leikkimökkiä"? - Ei ;__;
Olitko pirteä ja iloinen lapsonen? - Mä olin aivan vitun outo lapsi :D
Vietitkö mielestäsi onnellisen lapsuuden? - Riittävän.
Haluaisitko palata johonkin tiettyyn vuoteen? - Silloin tällöin.
» MENNEISYYS «
Mitä teit 6 tuntia sitten? - Istuin koulussa
Mitä joit viimeksi? - >.>
Koska nauroit viimeksi kunnolla? - En muuten