‘How could you do this to me!’ He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I loved you…I LOVE you.’ He seemed bored at her outrage. She felt the urge to try and slap some sense into him. So she did, firmly. All that happened was a smirk.
what had made the night shed blood?
what made us start running into these
black holed wounds?
turned us into furious warriors —
at a war with nothing,
and at war with ourselves;
beating fists with solid energy
into atmosphere mist.
Screaming in rooms — alone.
doesn’t make a sound.
Eiri swung her sword, desperate to hit Taran. He danced aside easily and batted her sword aside as easily as a cat would swat a fly. She bit back a furious cry and, before she knew what was happening, she hit the floor hard.
Holly
He couldn’t explain the feeling, it just took hold of him.
Why was he so stupid to believe her?
She gave him a smirk and then proceeded to take his life with a single shot to the skull.
MaximusArtilius
An engine of fire inside.
Blood pressed against skin,
Threatening to burst forth.
An internal monsoon of emotions
Tearing the stability brick by brick,
Toppling the trained tranquility totally.
and fast, and violent, and bitter. Chocolate heart and vinegar blood. Scream, scream louder, internally. Sob, shiver. This cannot be.
Sandra.V
The wind gathered around him, and it was almost as if it knew. He climbed the rock face with a grip tight enough to punish the surface, claws digging beneath the gritty upper layer and forming great, furious cracks in the cliff-face. The world thought it knew what it was to anger a dragon, but they hadn’t even scratched the surface. Now – now, they would see.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt this emotion. Furious… it’s a word we all come across pretty much every single day, but it has such an intense meaning and most of us aren’t fully aware of that, including me.
Elin
writing for no one is my passion.and my blog is no longer good enough.
The furious look in her eyes send my mind to the cold, cold sightings of hell as hew frying pan went into my bleeding nose… learned never to hack our little game of life.
Raul Ruiz
I am going to go all incredible hulk on your ass.
a false terl
Dan wouldn’t stop talking in the car. Lisa just kept going “uh-huh.” I was trying to drive. It wasn’t the usual brief flame, when he would let out a stream of curses and then fall silent. It was a forest fire, grabbing everything within reach; he stopped his tirade to shout at the car who just cut in front of us, “F*** you! You think you’re the only guy in the world with somewhere to go today? Josh, give him a honk at least!” I just gripped the wheel tightly. The windows were all up; thankfully, the world couldn’t hear us. I wondered why I agreed to help them. Why I was friends with Dan in the first place. But I knew why. Because if we go out to a restaurant and the food was shit he would say so, and I would agree, and otherwise I would just say “fine” when the waitress asked how the meal were going. I tried to imagine getting as angry as Dan, but trying to hold anger in my mind was like trying to suspend oil in water.
“That guy just cut in front of you again! Josh, when are you going to stand up for yourself?”
‘How could you do this to me!’ He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I loved you…I LOVE you.’ He seemed bored at her outrage. She felt the urge to try and slap some sense into him. So she did, firmly. All that happened was a smirk.
what had made the night shed blood?
what made us start running into these
black holed wounds?
turned us into furious warriors —
at a war with nothing,
and at war with ourselves;
beating fists with solid energy
into atmosphere mist.
Screaming in rooms — alone.
doesn’t make a sound.
Eiri swung her sword, desperate to hit Taran. He danced aside easily and batted her sword aside as easily as a cat would swat a fly. She bit back a furious cry and, before she knew what was happening, she hit the floor hard.
He couldn’t explain the feeling, it just took hold of him.
Why was he so stupid to believe her?
She gave him a smirk and then proceeded to take his life with a single shot to the skull.
An engine of fire inside.
Blood pressed against skin,
Threatening to burst forth.
An internal monsoon of emotions
Tearing the stability brick by brick,
Toppling the trained tranquility totally.
Furious Love.
Furious Hate.
Furious Fire.
Passion
and fast, and violent, and bitter. Chocolate heart and vinegar blood. Scream, scream louder, internally. Sob, shiver. This cannot be.
The wind gathered around him, and it was almost as if it knew. He climbed the rock face with a grip tight enough to punish the surface, claws digging beneath the gritty upper layer and forming great, furious cracks in the cliff-face. The world thought it knew what it was to anger a dragon, but they hadn’t even scratched the surface. Now – now, they would see.
the worker was furious with there boss. they had not had time to work on a project so they were furious. the worker was so so furious.
i am furious
its all because of you and
your stupidity
I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt this emotion. Furious… it’s a word we all come across pretty much every single day, but it has such an intense meaning and most of us aren’t fully aware of that, including me.
writing for no one is my passion.and my blog is no longer good enough.
The furious look in her eyes send my mind to the cold, cold sightings of hell as hew frying pan went into my bleeding nose… learned never to hack our little game of life.
I am going to go all incredible hulk on your ass.
Dan wouldn’t stop talking in the car. Lisa just kept going “uh-huh.” I was trying to drive. It wasn’t the usual brief flame, when he would let out a stream of curses and then fall silent. It was a forest fire, grabbing everything within reach; he stopped his tirade to shout at the car who just cut in front of us, “F*** you! You think you’re the only guy in the world with somewhere to go today? Josh, give him a honk at least!” I just gripped the wheel tightly. The windows were all up; thankfully, the world couldn’t hear us. I wondered why I agreed to help them. Why I was friends with Dan in the first place. But I knew why. Because if we go out to a restaurant and the food was shit he would say so, and I would agree, and otherwise I would just say “fine” when the waitress asked how the meal were going. I tried to imagine getting as angry as Dan, but trying to hold anger in my mind was like trying to suspend oil in water.
“That guy just cut in front of you again! Josh, when are you going to stand up for yourself?”