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Smile "You look so precious when you smile." My mother said as she slid the brush down my silk hair, staring at my eyes in the reflection of the mirror."Why don't you smile more often?"
I took a moment to contemplate the question while counting the brush strokes tug... One... Two... Three... "You see mother, once you do something often it is no longer special." The brush stopped, "It is very much like us nobles and how properly groomed we are. To us, it is part of our daily routine but to peasants it is rare; a diamond in the rubble."
The mother looked shocked by her daughter's intelligence. The daughter responded with a smile. The world seemed to stand still.
Billy :Interactive Story Time Test: Once upon a time there was a piece of chalk! It was colorful and sparkly. His name was Billy. Billy could walk and talk, but Billy had no legs so he went to McDonalds and ordered a cheese burger. Billy doesn't even like cheese burgers. Billy ran away to TGI Fridays instead on on his way he say a Darth Vader and said "I am your sister". Billy thought this was stupid so he ate his "sister". Along came a prancing midget then Billy got super strength and threw the midget to Japan.
Billy looked across the sea and saw a llama and camel factory. Billy saw a talking donkey and he saud "You're ri-donk-alous!"
After a while, Billy got a job at the nearest community college. His job was to write on the board. I guess it's obvious how it ended.
Billy died a slow and painful death... The end.
Writer's BlockWriter's block, writer's block
What shame have you brought upon us?
We write for day and days then POOF!
I have you!
From all writers.
Writer's TheoryIf one does not wish to write
He or she has good reason
Do not force writing upon them
For it will end in failure
One must learn to write on their own
Being creative and spontaneous is the key
One must master these skills
To be a writer of their own
Across the UniverseLet's paint a picture
Of both you and me
Alone on the beach
Staring at the stars above
As they watch us
They're the guardian angles that watch
As day slowly fades to night,
And Night merges with day
Come with me
As we merge with the days and nights
Fade away with the moon and the sun
Dance with the stars
Fallow Apollo as the sun rises
Gaze upon the beauty of Neptune
All of these things for you and only you
Across the universe
Where we may both find love
Set FreeHow is it
That people often chose the harmful way
Over the helpful way?
Is it the nature
Of which makes us human?
Or perhaps one cannot
Maybe refuses to
deal with the world.
Would one be selfish enough
To take their own soul
From this world?
One must serve a purpose
Of which we all must
To make one's life pleasurable
But what if one
Does not wish to serve a purpose?
How does one
Escape the cycle?
What must one do
To smell the scents once common?
Have we been experiencing these sensations
And never to notice it?
My little butterfly.
Process of an ArtistScribble Scrabble
We were once content with our crayons as children
For we never feared rejection and harshness
We become a little more aware of our drawings as we mature
For we have become self-conscience
We have perfected our artists' skills
For we now understand critique
Fantastic ChangesApril Fool's to you
May flowers begin to bloom
June comes before July
August, school has come
September, the leaves come down
Winter in two months
January, a new year
March, soon to be passes
As the cycle starts again
April Fool's to you
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
Don't delete my numberDon't delete my number.
I want you to keep it for as long as you can.
Until looking at it as you scroll down in your contacts becomes too unbearable.
Until it hurts in places you never knew you had.
Until you internally bleed and your skin bruises deep purple and blue.
I don't know how long it will take you—maybe tomorrow, next month, or next year.
But when you have finally had enough and go to delete it forever, text me first just to tell me so.
Don't give me time to reply, just press send and delete.
Because only then will you know just how I felt when I deleted yours.
Don't reply to this Facebook message.
Even if you do, I won't be able to receive it because you'll be long blocked by then.
What you don't understand is that I must do this.
I have to keep pushing you away because it's the only thing I know how to do.
This kind of pain is the only thing I can feel sometimes.
And I'm beginning to like it.
But don't worry. Please, don't worry.
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Reader x Cheren: StuckWalking out of the theater, I heard the familiar buzzing from my bag that meant the Xtransceiver was ringing. I sat down on a bench beside the path as I pulled it out. Who would be calling me this time of night? I wondered.
“Hello?” I asked as the picture blinked on.
It was Cheren! I did a mental check: I brushed my hair this morning, check. Put on makeup today, check. I admit it, I’d had a thing for Cheren ever since I defeated him in our gym battle, months ago.
“_____! Hi. Do you happen to be near Nimbasa City right now?” Cheren asked. His words came out rushed, as if he was nervous about something. It took a moment for me to decipher what he had just said.
“I’m actually just leaving the musical theater. Why?” His nervousness set me on edge. Was something happening in Nimbasa? Was team plasma up to something again?
It seemed like Cheren blushed a little bit, but it was probably just my imagination. “I... was just wondering. Um, wo
Return of the scientists ch5"Lalna..." Lalna stood up in his cell.
"It hurts.... EVERYTHING HURTS" Strippin broke out crying and screaming.
"EVERYTHING'S BURNING EVERYTHING STINGS!!!" His boney fingers clawed into his arms and face. He began to pull at his hair as he kept on screaming for help and mercy. He looked at Lalna with red and puffy eyes. His body twitched uncontrollably
"You s-said everything was g-going to be a-alright... " Strippin sat there in his cell, against the back wall, staring at Lalna, as his last screams escaped him. Lalna reached out of his cell and grabbed the back of Livid's coat. He took his other hand and turned Livid's face to meet his own.
"You've killed two people, my friends, right in front of my eyes. When I get out, I promise to kill you." Lalna pulled him closer and banged his head against the bars.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you..." Lalna let go of Livid's labcoat and moved back as one of the giant dogs tried to make it's way into his cage.
"There, no more problems. Now,
Sollux x reader p6~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ugh, how'd you know?..." I questioned _______.
"I'm magic!" She replied, with a giggle.
"Either way, I loved it." I smirked.
"I hate my job." I grumbled, as the phone rang. "Hello, Thollux here... No, I have a lihtp... A LITHP!... Okay, I'm thorry. What theems to bee the problem?" I snickered in my mind, I would've used trollian to say 'bee'. Man, I missed my friends... No, what am I saying? ______'s good to me, I shouldn't be ungrateful. She took me in, when I was at my lowest point, hell I could have been a weird homeless pedophile(she told me what this is)! "I thee, well you thould turn it off then on again." I thought to myself, 'these people do not even need help, they just need some more thinkpan molecules. "Plug it back in, otherwithe it ithn't gonna turn back on." I mumbled, unknowlingly. Luckily they heard it. ________ walked in, the be
The Power of the Light part 1Chapter 1: Typical Day in Paris
Darkness. That was all that the girl saw as she was floating in what seemed to be a sea of darkness.
‘This dream again…’ thought the girl.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, reveling them to be black.
‘Why…why do I keep having this?’ thought the girl.
In a flash, she found herself in a town during the starry night as the girl was reveled more in looks.
She had long brown hair down to her waist which had dark purple and blue breads in it, a dark purple hair clip, and was wearing a diamond heart shaped necklace, a dark purple top, a jacket with blue at the top chest part and grey on the bottom and sleeves with a blue line on the sleeves, a grey belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it and purple in the middle, a blue bag, dark purple gloves with grey bands around them, dark blue jeans, and knee high dark purple boots with grey outlines on the top.
The girl blanked as she looked around the town.
“This place a
Amy She deceives you with her cute charm and beauty, but underneath lie a monster. She kills the innocent and eats them for a snack. First, she hypnotizes you with her blue rings. The next thing you know, she uses her tails to pump your heart full of darkness. She releases you after that. Her victims always kill themselves from the never ending depression that her darkness causes. Only those with a pure heart can survive this phase. Before you die, she rips your soul out and has it fallow her for the rest of her life. She never dies. The souls fuel her life supply. Only those of a pure heart can defeat her.
She strikes at midnight exactly and only takes an hour for her to release her hellish horror. She causes complete and utter chaos. Only those she chooses survive. These are often referred to as "the chosen ones". Sometimes, no one survives. She commands the pokémon around her as if they were slaves. Little do they know, th
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