You're absolutely just pumping these out-

The childhood home line was a nice one, keep up on your daily dose of caffeine!

Noice

Warning: Implied suicide An entire epoch transcribed in her eyes, the land under her inspection, still as immutable as ever. Through her journey, she has saved countless lives, but lost just as many. Unsure whether she should continue wandering the barrenlands or stay in this valley, she knows that such a choice inches closer and closer. Through the river of time, she is a stone standing steadfast at the edge of a waterfall. Narrowly succumbing to her trauma was one experience she benefitted most from, whether she likes it or not. Calamities unfolded before her, the rise and fall of infinite civilisations etched into her memory unyieldingly. To her, all of this is nothing but stickers on a grand portrait. Yet, they portray a sort of innocence and cluelessness. She set off on this torturous journey alone, she will always return to the same place and see the same smiling faces. Oh, how she wished they didn't turn into screams of terror instead... She couldn't save them. A wanderers journey needs a destination. She's heading off to a faraway land she will never get to see. "All good things must come to an end." Of course, how could she had forgotten the lesson so easily. Lives slip through her fingertips, loved ones now nothing but a memory. She places the knife closer to her throat, just barely tracing it along her skin. "Maybe, it wouldn't be so bad."

She crossed her legs, smiling on that ivory throne of hers. As her slender fingers place a crown made of bone, she knows she will never hear the word 'gone' anymore. She would dance happily through the halls, now the windows shatter at her footsteps. She wrote her letters with an energetic hand, now she let the ink bloom into a messy blossom. She wanted to feel his warmth and love, to sing and cheer for the children they planned to raise. Nonetheless, with the same way fate would twist the facts for its enigmatic agenda, his heart soon took sudden turn. Horrified, she watched the gut-wrenching scene unfold in front of her. She whole-heartedly believed that her beloved could never succumb to his bloodlust after their confessions, she endeared to him and vice versa. She ran, and he follows close behind, begging her to not leave him. Yet she did, she didn't get the chance to choose. She didn't have the right to make choices other than how her eyes moved. She knelt and cried through the night, knowing she might so longer embrace in the formerly lovely delights... Running her claw over the face of a keen servant leaning over her throne, "Have those traitors ditched," she told.

It was time for Quincy's afternoon practice from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. However, the coach wouldn't arrive until 2, but she didn't know that. First-graders were running around the badminton courts, playing tag in an oddly aggressive manner that would've worried most adults, but it didn't worry them. "You got an extra can Andy?" She says before chugging down the last few drops of 100 Plus, and tries to toss it into a bin can across the room. It slammed against the edge and catapulted into a child's face. The child sat there, blank and confused on how to react. They noticed the can a second later, then began stomping on it angrily, yelling unintelligible "threats" to the crumpled metal. They chuckled at the foolish display before them, and Andy began laughing louder when he handed Quincy a can of coke that he had shaken when she wasn't looking. Face full of the drink and shirt stained with brown smears, her face was one that made it seem that it was the last straw. She sends the can flying into his face, staining his shirt the same. "Geez, what an a$$h0le move Quin." "Heh, at least I brought a spare shirt." " Fine, you win." Now they just gotta explain the heap of kids piled on one another, screeching for one reason or another.

I didn't even notice the italics-