Ranger of the North wrote:“Eating your enemies makes you stronger.”
*shrieks with laughter* That is brilliant XD XD *applauds*
Sounds like great parenting to me
Ranger of the North wrote:“Eating your enemies makes you stronger.”
*shrieks with laughter* That is brilliant XD XD *applauds*
[b]To you, what is the difference between good writers and bad writers--or do you not believe in the concept of calling writers "good" and "bad"?[/b]
AriDeZu wrote:I eat my enemies all the time! And I brag to Mai when I do XD. Mai eats them too.
Clover the Carrot Lord wrote:Eating your enemies makes you stronger.
... what if I had tried harder ... wrote:I stand there looking directly into his face with tears about to flow down my face. His eyes were bloodshot red, pupils were dilated, skin pale like a ghost; his hair was messy, clothes hasn't be changed for days and his stench was something no one should handle. I look down to his hands and his knuckles are covered in small cuts with dry blood; his hand was clutching a bottle like his life depended on it.
"Please, put the bottle down." I took a step closer and my foot kicked a couple of bottles away. Blinking a few times trying to keep back the tears as I reached out my hand towards him. I watched as he narrowed his eye while taking in a deep breath; I cringed backwards as he raised his arm.
"Shut up!" He yelled as he threw the bottle down and it shattered onto the glass bottles surrounding us; a few pieces flying everywhere and I winced in pain as one cut my leg. I looked into his eyes and I knew he saw the cut but we has to drunk to noticed it.
"Adam - please stop." I spoke calmly and took more steps towards him. I see him look around and his eyes keep landing on something behind me. Before I even knew it, he had raced behind me and hearing the jingle I knew they were his car keys.
"No!" I yelped and ran after him, heading towards the front door. Going a little faster I took a hold of his shoulder and tried to turn him around; he tried to push me off but I held on - I knew I shouldn't let him go. "Adam, stop it! You're to drunk to drive - you'll... you'll get yourself killed!" I had stuttered at the last part because I couldn't stand the thought if I had lost him. I wrapped my arm around his arm and pulled backwards; but he was much stronger than I was; he has flipped me off and pushed my back against the counter.
"Leave me the hell alone!" He hissed and pushed me harder into the counter.
"No! I'm not going to let you leave. I'm not going to let you walk out of this house so you can go possibly kill someone or yourself. I have no one else Adam..." I started to choke-up and I tried to take deep breathes, "...everyone else left us. It was just you and me since we were little, we raised each other." I placed my hand on his cheek, " I can't loose you too brother."
And with that, I looked into his eyes and I knew I clicked to something inside. He took a few steps backwards, watching him stumble and I went to go catch him. We both collapsed onto the floor and cried. Wrapping him up in my arms, he let the keys drop to the ground and buried his head into my chest.
"I'm so sorry." He cried.
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