"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

The musings of a sheltered "gifted kid" who turned out to be mediocre.

It's my final year in university, and I'm looking for a full-time graduate job. I've so many things yet to achieve, so many unfinished projects, and it seems like "adulthood" is not going to be forgiving. So why not try to improve my writing and vocabulary skills in a blog like this?

However, in a virtual world, anyone can lie. Therefore, you can't even take the events of this journal as the truth.

Filiz sektörde çığır açacak bir fikir bulmuştu ve bunu tecrübe edecek ilk insanlardan birisi ise Metin'di.

All I can Say

Hope is the best thing we can hope for

Sad to say

Even the gamblers lose they sight

Seen the red lights

Proud to say

It took a while to train our minds

To face to the bright light

It’s like

Everything takes the time

To grow Up

It’s the position of the vision

To light up the Dark

For Larry, it's all in a day's work.

What a waste Day

Nothing but the questions from the people

Ask about the things I’ve never thought about

What a day

At least I can say I’ve survived

For another day

To answer those damn questions

Oops

But

Wait

There was no one else here except me

To ask those questions

Then

Who’s the one asking the questions?

It was you

Who? Me

All the damn time ?

Thinking the wrong hella of a Things

Wasting time, what?

Am I the one who lost the cause the whole time?

Cause of the track of time

What a fool I’ve been

I’ve been Merry chasing since the beginning of time to catch the life

I knew it

What?

Overthinking

Mercury & Sunshine

Will see you walking around sunset

Though, you were the ghost

Which

Came to frighten up the children

How on earth do ghosts come in the day time

To impress the wisdom

Weapons of war and all the diamonds will crumble

To see the symbol

Funny face

It will be a smile at the sunset

To express salvation to the children

To pass the message to the parents

You gotta hurry to the station

To catch the passenger

Who carrying the pack of the future

Mark it as

It’s Nothing but the imagination

Relief is the highest thing recognize

In order To climb the height

You gotta jump to the bright light

Or

Follow a heck of line

Saw the righteous turn back to sides

And

Follow the roads into the light

Certain people will follow the light

Till found the thing

We called sacrifice

Mountains will crumble

Dry eyes will shed tears

Until it’s dry the night

Don’t give up even though

You can’t hold the line

Seek the interval of the night

You will see the hope-seeking you through life

All around you

To do the rest

You gotta test

Yourself

In order to jump

You gotta swim

Underneath the sun

Heat and cold will be, Damn

If you pass the test

To go to the work

To do the rest

Either stories I've finished or want to share that I've written for school or competitions

A disease, known as Hanahaki, has swept through its origins in Japan and spread into the world.

Everyone is infected and waiting for the flowers to bloom. To keep them in check, pills are taken on entry into businesses and bands are worn to display the progress of the disease.

Ali is a Cafe worker. Her time is almost up. To try and survive in a world where money is still king, she puts work and her strange coworkers before her own failing health.

SUBGENRE DIESNT WORK FIR ME RRHFGFFTCFCTFCTGYVGHJGFGG

anyways headcanonas for my ocs