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Erin Go Bragh everyone! Happy St. Patrick's Day!
It's 5:00 am. I should have been asleep 3 hours ago. What is wrong with me?
I wake up in the morning, not to a beautiful sunrise, but to blaring white light. I stumble down the darkened hallway to the dimly lit kitchen and brew the bitter, hot potion to try to struggle out of my daze. I sigh and try to cool off my black coffee. I then shower in the stark white of a bathroom that was falling apart. I wish I could drown myself in the hot stream of water. My ears feeling like I was completely submerged. I dress in my black uniform for work and climb into my white sedan, falling apart as I can't afford to just barely keep it running. I pull up to the white warehouse where dreams go to die. The harsh light from the halogen bulbs making the grey concrete floors remind me of what I am. A stepping stone for others. The black and white clothes of the Hassidics swish about, dragging their many children around, searching for the best deal. My robotic answers are so rehearsed that I don't even need to think. Eight hours go by as I stand on the hard concrete floor in my black boots. I try to brush my dark hair from my eyes as they get in my way, looking at paperwork and contracts for soulless people, young and old. Looking for the most expensive toy, but not willing to pay. I watch the clock slowly and silently tick away. When I see its time to leave, I slowly shuffle back to my car in the darkness of the starless night. I pull into the driveway and walk into a dark, empty house. I make my way into my dark bedroom and get into my grey sweatpants with a glass of dark scotch and I click the on button on my Xbox. Suddenly a burst of color comes to my eyes. The sounds weren't muffled like they were at the job I could see Revolutions, battlefronts, wastelands, and the gorgeous stars in space. Hours feel like minutes as midnight comes fast. Arguments with mom and Brenna fill my heart with sorrow. After being yelled at, I go to bed and lay in the pitch black of my room. I can't sleep. All I can think about are ways I could die. Be it an accident or suicide. All I can hope for is that the other side isn't so monochrome.
Here's a little peak into my spin off of :iconmichael-goldenheart:'s Galactic Guardians series starring my character Connor Rinzler!

Loki lounged on his large throne, a replica of Odin's back in Asgard, drinking a tankard of mead. His smug grin only grew as he eyed his prisoner up and down. The blond bombshell sat upon the steps, ignoring the smarmy looking demigod. She was not wearing her usual brown leathers and yellow tube top but instead was clothed in yellow harem silk fabrics, her ensemble flattered her many assets. Her long, golden locks cascaded down her bare shoulders. "Why again did you capture me?" Yang asked, annoyance in her voice as she looked at Loki who held the chain that she was attached to by a collar around her neck. Loki rolled his eyes and yanked the chain pulling her close. "You, my girl, are a part of a larger plan." He smirked. "Hopefully your boyfriend, Rinzler, doesn't show up." He smirked at the mention of Connor, making Yang blush darkly. "We aren't dating, slime ball." She insulted her captor and spat in his face. Without looking away, the God of mischief wiped away her fluids. "That was uncalled for." He said with a menacing tone. He then slapped her with enough force to knock her down the steps. She stayed on the ground and wept.

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assassin57
Ronnoc
United States
Current Residence: Brick, NJ
Favourite genre of music: anything but specific pop groups
Favourite photographer: Matt Rainey
Favourite style of art: anime/manga
Operating System: mac
MP3 player of choice: Itouch
Shell of choice: 12 gauge
Skin of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: too many to count
Personal Quote: If it bleeds, we can kill it.
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I wake up in the morning, not to a beautiful sunrise, but to blaring white light. I stumble down the darkened hallway to the dimly lit kitchen and brew the bitter, hot potion to try to struggle out of my daze. I sigh and try to cool off my black coffee. I then shower in the stark white of a bathroom that was falling apart. I wish I could drown myself in the hot stream of water. My ears feeling like I was completely submerged. I dress in my black uniform for work and climb into my white sedan, falling apart as I can't afford to just barely keep it running. I pull up to the white warehouse where dreams go to die. The harsh light from the halogen bulbs making the grey concrete floors remind me of what I am. A stepping stone for others. The black and white clothes of the Hassidics swish about, dragging their many children around, searching for the best deal. My robotic answers are so rehearsed that I don't even need to think. Eight hours go by as I stand on the hard concrete floor in my black boots. I try to brush my dark hair from my eyes as they get in my way, looking at paperwork and contracts for soulless people, young and old. Looking for the most expensive toy, but not willing to pay. I watch the clock slowly and silently tick away. When I see its time to leave, I slowly shuffle back to my car in the darkness of the starless night. I pull into the driveway and walk into a dark, empty house. I make my way into my dark bedroom and get into my grey sweatpants with a glass of dark scotch and I click the on button on my Xbox. Suddenly a burst of color comes to my eyes. The sounds weren't muffled like they were at the job I could see Revolutions, battlefronts, wastelands, and the gorgeous stars in space. Hours feel like minutes as midnight comes fast. Arguments with mom and Brenna fill my heart with sorrow. After being yelled at, I go to bed and lay in the pitch black of my room. I can't sleep. All I can think about are ways I could die. Be it an accident or suicide. All I can hope for is that the other side isn't so monochrome.

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Fra95lamu Featured By Owner May 4, 2016
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