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Depressing songs/ Heartbreaking RemindersAvril Lavigne- Losing grip
Breaking Benjemin-Sooner or Later
Hollywood Undead- My Black Dahlia
Seether ft. Amy Lee-Broken
A.F.I.-Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep
Avenged Sevenfold-Seize the Day
t.A.T.u.- Show Me Love
Pokemon: Rise of The Hidden 2Chapter 2: Part 1: An Unforgetful Battle: Enter Liz, the Zangoose!
Mika was jumping from tree to tree, utterly bored out of her freaking mind. Under her on the ground was a Mightyena named Anthony and an Absol named Emma, her two closest friends she had that were Pokemon. Their trainor Airamee had given them two whole days to run around while she went off to visit her mother.
"Hey, Mika! How's the weather up there?" called Anthony playfully. Mika laughed and glanced down about as pleasant as me jumping on you."
Anthony stoppped and looked up at her confused. "But you're not on me..." Mika stopped on a branch and jumped down, landing squarely on his shoulders. "Now I am!"
While they were playing around, Emma stood a few feet away, checking their suroundings. It was oddly quiet, especially since it was early afternoon. No wind was blowing, no Burmy were squirming or making noises, and not even the Butterfree were flying around. What was going on?
A loud snap of a twig made the trio freez
My love, my life, my friendOh how when I see you
My heart skips a beat
Oh how when I see you
My Other Half
My heart swells
Hold me in your arms
Never let me go
Whisper my name
And kiss me softly
Don't leave me alone
Don't hurt me
Stay by my side
Please stay with me
Black RoseMy darling Black Rose
Oh, how you hold the deadly pose
Your thorn represent Death
And you hurt your victims
Until nothing is left
My darling Black Rose
Your beauty is just for show
Never onve will anyone see
The real you until they bleed
My darling Black Rose
How I love the murderous pose
Like A FlowerYou're just like a flower
Your innocence is amazing
Your beauty is dazzling
Your appearance is attracting
You let me touch you
You let me gaze at you
You let me hold you
But when the days turn cold and dark
So do you
You turn dull
You start to fall apart
Your new appearance
Causes my eyes and heart such pain
You're just like a flower
Pokemon: Rise of the HiddenCHAPTER 1: Meeting the new Mika
A full moon shone above the dark summer night. A soft breeze rustled the trees and the grass silently, making it seem all was quiet. But then the night would be telling a lie. Deep in a dark forest was three figures. Two Pokemon and one Trainer.
"Mika! Use Quick Attack!" shouted a girl named Airamee. In front of her was her Pokemon, Eevee named Mika level 45. She had gotten Mika when she was ten years old from her father before he left for the army. Mika did not like Airamee but eventually grew attached to her when she had saved Mika from some wild Houndoom. And right now they were facing a wild Sneezel.
"Ee!" cried Mika and charged at the wild Sneezel. Her head hit the wild Sneezel's chest, making it fall back some. "Great!" said Airamee. "Now use Shadow Ball!" Mika opened her mouth slightly and a blackish purple ball began to form. The ball shot from he rmouth and hit the wild Sneezel, making it faint.
Airamee fist pumped the air and ran to Mika. "Good
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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