My Very First Supernatural Fanfic. by The-Funkiest-Penguin, literature
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My Very First Supernatural Fanfic.
Maria was tired.
She limped wearily towards her home, covered in blood and slime and God-knows-what, with a pounding head and what was definitely a dislocated shoulder.
What was supposed to be a simple in-and-out poltergeist job, turned nasty when the crafty little bugger invited his friend over for a Let’s-Torture-Maria fest. She was flung against every wall in that house, spewed with slime of some sort (she had no idea that poltergeists could do that), nearly strangled to death, hung upside down, tied up with the telephone cord, even attacked her with the lampshade. It took the very last ounce of the strength to flick the lighter in
A SuperWhovian Crossover - Collaberation (2) by The-Funkiest-Penguin, literature
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A SuperWhovian Crossover - Collaberation (2)
This is it.’ Sam stood under the glare of a streetlamp, squinting his eyes to see the elegant scrawl of Mrs Wayward’s handwriting on a sheet of paper, then turning to look at the street sign on a pole beside the lamp. ‘This is the address she gave us. The place where Mr. Wayward was killed.’
‘I hate New York.’ Dean grumbled, stamping out the cigarette he had just finished smoking.
Sam looked disapprovingly at the smoldering pile of ash on the concrete ground and shook his head. ‘You hate everywhere except your office.’
Dean started to walk down the desolate road, thinking. ‘True, but I
Each time the school bell rang
I couldn't wait for it to end
To finally get out
To see this mesmerizing red car,
Little did I know
That my feelings would arose
Enough to always daydream
About the driver, this older man of my dream.
This chemical reaction
Awaken an hidden passion
No matter how many time I deny
I don't how to lie
This uncontrollable flow of thoughts
Always come too soon
The moment him or his car
Are out of view of my sight.
Not too long after
We start to get along together
Even if he never spoken to me
While I'm always there to see him,
And then he brushed my lips
Before it eventually turn into a kiss
But confusion took over
It happened when I was young
As fast as the speed of the sound
I lost chunks of memory
And it stopped all my gears.
Like a ticking clock
That won't stop until it blow up
This tragic past
Is breaking me down,
It turned to fast
Force to fall in acceptance
With this artificial life
And strangers by my side.
Not wanting to dream
I see again this film
Of my bloodied hands
That chooses made end,
The torment of my days
That used to make me sway
Between mental stability
And the things that I heard.
Like a ticking clock
That won't stop until it blow up
This tragic past
Is breaking me down,
It turned to fast
Force to fall in acceptance
With this art
It was hard to open up
But it suddenly drop,
Me in, someplace where I can see
That I, am not the only one to feel
The pain, of all the living things
Cause by, unexpectedly my brain
So it get harder
And build up my anger
Trying to make me say
Is only the key
To make me believe in you
And whatever hidden truth
That I can't recall
And usually brush it with a laugh
To enter this illusion of mine
You need to shatter the me of who is kind
But I warn you first
You'll meet with my blood thirst
But being hurt is the cost
To realize what is lost
And blind in this madness
You can easily spot my weaknesses
It was hard to open up
But it suddenly drop,
This wind gust
Was not enough
To show me the pain
Of this cold rain
So I rise again
Before it enter my veins
This poisoned sly snake bite
Before I die again tonight
Restrained in this world
Branded as an error
I walk down
And try to look down
A pretty place from afar,
I already been marked
This is really unfair
I watched from here
Who know where
A nearby place yet far.
This wind gust
Was not enough
To show me the pain
Of this cold rain
So I rise again
Before it enter my veins
This poisoned sly snake bite
Before I die again tonight
It hurt yet again
But why should I complain
Nobody else is hurting
From me ignoring
The happiness outside,
So