I have a world, as of where, they torture the best, the sexiest, the prettiest. Why? Because the Ugly Ones wish to feel good about themselfs. And they cannot do that with better among them.
Not in years has there been Torture. Nobody is pretty, or sexy, or the best. I'm pretty, but in an odd way. I am pitifully skinny with no boobs, and my long stringy hair is honey-colored. The dirt that covers my face makes me look beautiful.
Not a lot of people can afford clothes, but use their bed sheets. I do not. I use black, VERY thin ribbon (in the pattern of an ice-cream cone, except with holes in the square parts) to cover my whole body. Some ar
Heyo, my name is Pozzy Jackson! I'm a HUGE fan of Rick Riordan's books! Jackson is the last name of Percy (Percy Jackson). I really like photography, but I draw a lot on pencil and paper, too. :)
Favourite Visual Artist
Whoever Does Rick Riordan's Books
Favourite Movies
Percy Jackson Lightning Thief, Hunger Games
Favourite TV Shows
Wizards of Waverly Place
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Katy Perry, Selena Gomez, Rihena
Favourite Books
Any book by Rick Riordan, Catching Fire (Hunger Games)
Favourite Writers
Rick Riordan
Favourite Games
Nada
Favourite Gaming Platform
Nada
Tools of the Trade
Nada
Other Interests
Horse Riding, Gymnastics, Reading, Drawing, and making Hexaflexagons
I woke up to these words:
"SHE'S AWAKE, SHE'S AWAKE! C'MON YOU F*CKING PEOPLE, SOUND THE ALARM!" A loud alarm blasted off, deafening my ears. I shivered and noticed I was naked. A bunch of boys in white uniforms (sort of like the peace-keepers in the Hunger Games) came and carried me away. I was very aware of my boobs going up and down, people whispering as I passed. But the world-white. No stores or streets.
We came up to a large, black dome. They threw me into the doorway-a swirling black hole. Those few seconds were probably the most painful things I've ever experienced. I could not explain how it hurt, it was like the hurt every living
Females are so unique,
With boobs,
and those spunky atitudes,
and care for boys,
lasting joy,
sense of smile,
a charming smile.
So why,
do boys be so annoying?
So,
weird?
And,
dirty?
Females are better.
~This was made for NO OFFENSE, it's just a silly poem ;)~
I'm on the beach when I see him,
I start to run away but his gaze catches me.
Grr.
But the gaze is powerful,
for I look into his eyes,
and reveal my identity.
I slowly take off my bra, in front of everyone. Kids stop and turn, and mothers cover their eyes. Boys go "sexy." I slip off my underwear. Nude. He walks up to me. The man. With the gaze, powerful.
He's nude in a flash. Magical. Our legs intertwine, parts touching. My boobs to his. His kiss, wonderful. He pushes me down, knocking the breath of of me. I don't mind. He's still kissing.
I let go, regain sense.
In my bedroom, it happens again.
He's there. In my bedroom. When I'm n