When I cry, the tears get instantly lost. Swept up in the current and carried to various waters across the seas. It is quite as if I can't cry at all. But that is highly untrue. With the barrier around us, there's nothing we can do to escape. Soon, we will all fall prey.
I truly do not understand freedom for what it is worth. My life has begun here, and it will end here. There will be no effect that I have on this world, should I do nothing. But, as many who have come before me have cleverly noted, What is the price to pay for happiness?
(This is awful, I'm sorry…)
It's not awful! It's really good!
It's actually really good! So sad, though…
Ohhhh mysterious
For those in the Marine Rescue rp, aka Camie, it's a direct spoiler.
Thanks, but it's bad… I know it is… Who is going to do the next prompt?
Ohhhh mysterious
For those in the Marine Rescue rp, aka Camie, it's a direct spoiler.
AUGH ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!
Yup. You'll have to find out what it means later though….hehehe
@SaltyLasaga said that they would do it…
Oh ok, I didn't see that sorry
nah it's fine you can do it lol
Nu you said you would do it
Nat… 😒
I just love keeping you in suspense…..
Nat… 😒
I just love keeping you in suspense…..
Natasha, I swear… 😀😁😂🤣😃😄😅😆😉😊😋😎😍😘😗😙😚☺️🙂🤗🤩🤔🤨😐😑😶🙄😏😣😥😮🤐😯😪😫😴😌😛😜😝🤤😒😓😔😕🙃🤑😲☹️🙁😖😞😟😤😢😭😦😧😨😩🤯😬😰😱😳🤪😵😡😠🤬😷🤒🤕🤢🤮🤧😇🤠🤡🤥🤫🤭🧐🤓😈👿
Okay uhhhh heres a prompt
You've been kidnapped by a supernatural creature
Uuhhh…..gtg it's rlly late here
Okay uhhhh heres a prompt
You've been kidnapped by a supernatural creature
Quick question: What is considered "supernatural"?
Crud. Well, it's not everyday that the star you wished upon turns out to be a fallen angel, bent upon granting your wish. I (very idiotically) wished to get away. To get away from the oppression, the lies, and my mother. I shouldn't have, though. I love mom, I just get frustrated with her sometimes. But now, here I am. Being dragged by my foot by an angel.
"You're coming with me!" He grunts, trying to drag me along. "No! I don't want to go to heaven!" I scream indignantly. "Then I'll throw you in hell!" He backfires. "You can't! Satan has a restraining order on me!"
I stare into its eyes. It knows me. It does. Maintaining eye contact with the celestial, my mind wanders. You know me. Do you know me? Do you remember me? Remember me. The wholly black eyes begin to reflect the stars.
"Mazie?" it murmurs.
"Yes," I smiled. It's him. He's there. "Yes, it's me. Can you hear me?"
"Yes." He looks proud.
Ooh how does Mazie know this celestial being? We may never know
