Metalhead616

What was this feeling? This pulsing, throbbing rythm that was seemingly echoing from her core? She grunted and shifted in her seat slightly and patted her lap. Whatever it was she had to ignore it as best as possible. Her finals were coming up tomorrow and she needed every last bit of studying she could focus on! Alicia sat upright in her desk and wrote down nearly every word her teacher spoke in her very elegant handwriting.  She wasn't proud of much, but she always took a small pride in the fact that no one she knew could even come close to matching her pristene handstyle. She shook her wrist quickly tho after a few sentences. She must be

The girl ran upstairs, feeling her forehead drip with warm sweat as she locked her door and set her back against it, breathing heavily.  She looked around her room and went towards her closet, rummaging through hoping to find her video camera. She needed to let someone know about this, and she didn't know what else to do. She was panicking and not thinking straight.  "Oh thank god, there it is." She mumbled as she pulled it out of the door. She turned it on, and faced the screen toward her face. "Hi…" she said, her voice filled with tension and fear. "I don't know what else to do…the past week I've been acting really weird and I'm

Lion TF I groaned.  I had felt like shit all day.  My entire body ached from the second I opened my eyes, and it hadn't stopped even now.  I stood at 6'2 and had dark brown hair and eyes.  Today though, it seemed as if I had shrunk an inch or two as I looked into the mirror and saw my half asleep face for the first time that morning.  I just passed it off as the aching had started, plus, I was still half asleep, so I continued with my morning and got into the shower.  After I was done, I looked at my clock… 6:25.  I still had plenty of time to get ready for work.  I lived alone which had its ups and downs, as does everything.  I got my clot

Cat TF My alarm woke me up 30 minutes too late and I knew it was going to be a bad day.  Last night had been pretty bad, so I hoped that today couldn't be any worse.  Last night, I had gotten drunk at a friends house, I had kicked this old lady's cat after my girlfriend found me drunk for the fifth time that week.  Sure, in retrospect, it was an awful thing to do, but at the time… I was drunk; it was the best thing I could do. Well, anyway, after I had kicked the cat, the owner came up and slapped me.  That seemed to knock some sense into me.  I tried to apologize as best as I could, and she seemed to be buying my story.  She later gave me

 My eyes fluttered open, the light burning my eyes.  I was on a operation table.  I saw that I was in a white room, all alone.  My vision was beginning to correct itself, then I realized that I was being stared at by four or five tall men in pure white costumes.  I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were strapped down. “Where am I?”  I asked, nervously. They all looked at me, behind black visors.  I couldn’t see their eyes. “Where am I?”  I asked again, more anger showing in my voice. They pulled out a syringe.  My eyes grew wide.  “What is that?!”  I yelled.  They said nothing to me.  One of them

“Hey asshole, leave me alone.” I said as I was getting off of the tour bus. “Sonny boy…you need one of these for your trip.” Some crazy old guy said as he held up a small bag that said “Australian Tea Tree Oil.” “Oh yeah?” I asked. “What the hell is it?” The old man laughed. “It’s a remedy for common acne that travelers get from here.  Odds are, you’ll get it soon.” I sighed and grabbed it from the old man.  “How much for this shit?” I asked angrily. “Oh…its free, I can see it in your eyes.” He said to me “See what?” I a

“Ugh, my spine is killing me.” I said as I looked into my computer screen and saw my face stare back at me.  “What’s wrong with me? I’ve been feeling awful the past few days now, its only getting worse and worse.” I could feel a bone in my hand popping. I looked down and it looked fine to me. I still had the ring that my ex-boyfriend had given to me before we separated on, and it was always painful to look at, but I couldn’t take it off.  I looked down at my feet and realized that they were getting very tight and constrained, and it was starting to hurt really badly. “Oww…” I said softly as I