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IntroI waved goodbye to Twill and Mike, both best friends, always and forever together, until...now.
Twilly said that she was moving after the town fair on Friday. I'll miss you Twilly. Twill, you made me wounder why your so care-free and how great you've been since we were kids. Mike, you always made fun of Twilly and I when we were together. Jealous? Doubt it, you always said that Twill and I would never be together. That was true. Remember, she's dead.
Love KillsA boy and girl
The best of friends
From beginning to end
Through out the years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
Though neither knew
They loved each other
Since the day they met
Every walking moment
Sunrise to sunset
He was all she had
In her terrible life
He was the one
Who kept her from the knife
She was his angel
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it all worth the while
Then one day
Things went horribly wrong
The next couple of weeks
Were like a really sad song
He made her jealous
On purpose he tried
She asked, "Do you love her?"
On purpose, he lied
His plan was working
Though he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do
He played with jealously
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same
One night she broke down
Feeling so alone
Just her and her blade
With no one else home
She dialed his number
He answered, "Hello?"
She said she loved him and
Hung up the phone
He raced to her house,
PeterPeter,when he was a younger boy lived on a small hill next to a small town with large, clear land.
In the town, there wasn't much machinery or business like the city had.
One day in summer, Peter's mother was making apple pie to serve after dinner and when her husband returned from the city working on new ideas on transportation, while Peter was reading in the garden, next to his house.
In the front side of the garden there was a trail that split in two, one lead to town and the other lead to some road to somewhere better, so they say.
While Peter was reading, a small red fox walked up the trail that lead to somewhere better and came near the garden, and made it's way and entered, the fox walked slowly pasted Peter's feet and eyed the apple pie cooling on the window.
Before the red fox could jump, Peter turned from his book and saw the fox about to make it's move, quickly got up to catch it's tail. When he grabbed the fox's tail, the fox turned into fire and burned his hand. The fire,
Be my friend today
I know I don't understand these feelings
But it's something I can't ignore.
I know that we don't talk much.
But I really want something more.
Way too shy to say hi.
Way too scared to ask.
So could you,
Be my friend today?
Maybe it could last a long time.
Be my, friend today.
Nothing's wrong I'm fine.
If someone could just listen.
Or unlock my thoughts.
Maybe If I had a friend today.
I would not be lost.
I don't know how to start a conversation.
I pretend I don't care.
I don't know which direction.
To go nowhere.
If I could be somewhat prettier
To make you turn around.
If I knew what to do.
To turn a frown.
Let's be friends today.
So we could give each other hugs.
Being friends today.
maybe get scared at bugs.
I know I'm not perfect
or how to make you smile
But maybe if we hung out
I would know in a while.
Holding hands so tightly
Sunset fades away.
It could last forever
See you again someday.
And I haven't seen her smile in a while.
Still is she the sweetest child?
While she is covered in the dark?
Doesn't try to make a mark?
Dye your hair in crazy color.
Pose for a picture you don't want to take.
Take advice from the others.
She poses again cause she's a fake.
To my fatherPapi
I love him
I miss him
I am his
He is mine
I am glad for every second I get to spend with him
Whenever I hear Red Hot Chili Peppers
I think of when we used to go to movies
I remember the time I got my 1st pair of glasses with you
And when we went to get my hair cut and it was really short and mommy got mad
It was kinda funny
But it makes me glad
I am growing everyday, learning lots at school
But whenever I think of family
I simply think of you
I love you my Papi
I'll forever feel the same
No matter what the price.
To you Coolice
Based on my dreams 3
"Come with me Lance. I'll keep you safe from this ugly, degisting world of lies. I'll give you everything you ever wanted and more.", She said walking torward me, coming close. "I think I can think for my self thank you. I don't want to go with you." "You don't really think that do you? We both know you hate it here. I promise you that if you take my hand I'll take you to where you want to be. Really I promise. There are many people waiting for you, just for you Lance. "I knew that wasn't posible. People waiting for me in the middle of no where?! She was lying to me. This time I won't let anyone get away with lying to me. No, not today. "Your lying! I won't go with you!", I yelled at her and ran torward to edge of the roof. Their was a shed right near. If I jumped down correctly I could land and then slide down off it to get to my bike and make a my get away. "Don't even try with me! You'll regret that move Lance! If you don't come with me now I'll show you a place where it's worse tha
Based on my dreams 2
I walked toward the door with the package in hand and stepped in. The room was completely black and cold. I heard the door shut behind me. Locking it's self. But I don't turn around to run out like any other person would. I continue walking forward and head upstairs. The stairs were old and creaking, ready to fall. I wasn't scared, I didn't mean to be scared at all. Like, something told me not to be. When I reached the top floor I was on the roof, there I saw the woman I supposed to send the package to. "Do you know where you are?", she said. "No, but I do know that I'm supposed to send you this package." I replied. I walked toward her handing her the package. The woman wasn't old at all, she looked like she was in her early 30's. She smiled and toke it. "Your in my palace entrance, and you've passed", she said. "Passed?Passed what?" I looked at her clothing, she dressed as a queen would have. A red dress of velvet, jewelery, and a crown to go with it. "What I mean is that y
Based on my dreams 1
Just a mile away he said. 'You'll get there on time', yeah right. I continued my way down the hill, wind blowing through my hair, grasslands the only thing surrounding me. I looked up occasionally to see the sun beating on my face. Today was a little warmer than usual. Just today. I was supposed to deliver a package to a old woman who lived in the middle of nowhere. Still pedaling on and on to this lady's house, I just can't wait to get a drink of water when I get there. After 30 minutes of the same scenery I see some sort of temple house ahead. I pedal a little harder, hurrying to get this delivery over with. When I finally reach the temple home I get off my bicycle, grab the package, and let my bicycle fall onto the ground. At the entrance I ring the door bell. No answer. I ring again. No answer. Who delivers a package to a empty temple house? Since when was there a temple house? I turn around, not only a little angry, but I felt fooled. Walked to
Broken Hearts Repair And Replacement Inc.I like my office dark. Just the dim light of a single lamp on my desk. I work better this way. Keeps me focused. Intent on the project before me. Outside my office it’s daytime. Perhaps close to noon? I couldn’t know for sure. No windows in here. No clocks as I don’t care much for keeping track of time either. It only serves to rush things, and my work is far too important to be rushed.
I work at Broken Hearts Repair and Replacement, Inc. I’m one of several thousand in the maintenance department. It’s my job to… Well, I think the main gist of it is described fairly well in the title of the company. Every year billions of hearts pour into our factory warehouse in boxes to be inspected, and if need be, repaired. In extreme conditions replaced.
My chair creaked as I sat and pulled close to my desk; my belly lightly smacking against the drawer. As usual, there was a box waiting for me. I pulled the razor blade from my belt and slit the tape. The flaps po
Fun with characters--A Writing MemeThis meme is recommended for those writers or visual artists who have numerous Ocs (Original Characters) and love to mess around with them.
1. They must be your own OCs—no stealing from books, TV, movies or video games
2. You must credit me or link to the original meme. Feel free to send me a link if you want to share!
3. Don't be afraid to use OCs from different genres (i.e., A medieval fantasy character could be paired up with a Sci Fi or Fiction character) This takes place in an unnamed void where no one will criticize you for genre-crossing
4. If you make any changes to the meme, such as add or take away questions or character traits, please LET ME KNOW
5. Stay true to your characters (& try to focus on them rather than the setting)
Chose your Participants (willing or unwilling):
1. The Thoughtful one:
2. The Grump:
3. The Ambitious one:
4. The Happy-go-lucky:
5. The Eccentric:
6. The Dignified one:
7. The Raunchy/Disgusting one:
8. The Liar:
basiliskOnce there lived a basilisk.
He was lord over all the serpents not even the great sea serpents would challenge him for he bore in his blood a deadly poison. A single drop could soil any lake, poison all manner of beasts for miles around, cut down the grandest of forests, and drop the eagles from the skies. No beast dare enter his lair. None even drew close for fear of his poison blood, and his deadly stare, and for this reason Basilisk lord over all the serpents was lonely.
For years he wept his deadly tears under the shade of an old oak which quickly died from him being there. He mourned for all the beautiful creatures his breath had choked and pitied those who had watched their families fall to his deadly poison, for even drinking from a stream would draw the toxic infection from his lips, making the water undrinkable for anyone but himself.
He could not bear the thought of destroying so many lives so carelessly. He often asked himself, what calling would suit such a horrible creatur
The Lives We Lead (PART 9)CHAPTER 9
Mikey watched as next to him Leo turned off the car. Leo’s entire body told Mikey that he didn’t want to be here. His eyes were downcast, his shoulders were slumped forward and his movements were slow as he turned to look out the window at the large church that the funeral was being held in. moving slowly, Mikey reached out to touch Leo’s arm, making Leo turn to look at him.
“hey……are you ok?”
Leo was silent for several moments before speaking.
“when I was a kind my mother used to tell me……..she wasn't very religious. She told me that the bible was a story; and that each person who read it could draw their own conclusions about it. she…….she had a favorite line; Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
Leo broke off as small tears began to form in his eyes. But he forced them back, wiping them away before continuing.
Words Of Healing (PART 1)From his corner of the room Leatherhead watched them. he’d followed them to their lair, continuing to carry Mikey in the bundle of blankets. Once there he’d been led into a room, Donnie’s lab; where he’d lain Mikey out on a table for Donnie to examine. He growled at Donnie, as the purple turtle had moved to touch Mikey. It wasn't an aggressive growl but a warning….. And now he watched. His eyes taking in everything as Donnie examined Mikey’s leg and shell; Donnie’s face becoming more and more worried the long her examined them.
Donnie’s voice shook as he looked to his brothers who seemed to know just badly Mikey was injured. Leo stepped forward, putting his hand on Donnie’s shoulder.
“Tell us what to do Donnie. How can we help?”
Looking back at Mikey Donnie took a deep breath before speaking, giving his brother’s directions to gather the supplies he would need. Taking another de
The Neko Outbreak Final
Final Part: The Embrace
Whew! This adventure just takes one turn after another. I guess this is a chapter full of revelations. I run into Tina’s “big sis” only to find that her name is also Tina. This certainly isn’t a coincidence. Hopefully, this final chapter will answer all questions and end this mad night. I wonder if I would rather have been caught in a zombie apocalypse.
Young Tina POV
No way-nya! Play with me!
Narrator. Take it away as I run away.
Jack, including young Tina were taken back by this revelation. A cat girl and her older sister…with the same name. Coincidence?
“Hmph. Same name as that little tramp. Is that what you’re thinking?” older Tina said.
She suddenly lunged at the two. Jack grabbed young Tina and moved out of the way. Older Tina then jumped away and hid among the tables. After a peak to check his surroundings, Jack turned to young Tina.
“Stay here and keep quiet,” Jack
The Amber Room Mystery: Chapter 1Hannah Duffy pushed open the door to her room at the youth hostel. The 20-year-old redhead from Ireland was exhausted; the trek from the train station to the hostel had been longer than expected. She walked in, placed her backpack neatly on the floor at the foot of the nearest bed, and then collapsed on top of it.
A moment later, her traveling companion, 19-year-old Katrin Weber, stumbled into the room, and looked over the two remaining beds before plunking down on the one nearest the window. The blonde German girl wasted no time in slipping her feet out of the three-inch open-toed heels she had been wearing.
“Ugh,” she moaned, “my feet…are killing me…” She stretched her legs out, happy to give them a rest.
“I told you, Kat,” Hannah rebuked her, “that comfort is more important than fashion. But no, you never listen!” She slipped her hose-covered feet out of her blue sneakers. She reached dow
The Contractor strikes againThe Contractor strikes again
By The Shadow Demon
(Woman into anthro fox)
“Nope, nope, nope, nope… there’s got to be one here!” Kelly moans going through her entire closet to find one descent costume for Fiona’s annual costume party. Every year Fiona would throw a costume party and every year a winner will be announced for the best costume and yet Kelly hasn’t won one mostly because the two never got along and second they REALLY hated each other, Kelly wouldn’t go to Fiona’s party if it wasn’t in spite. So now Kelly roamed through her closet to find anything but found nothing.
“Oh come on, there most be one good costume that will show that bitch what’s for!” Kelly growls feeling defeated.
“Oh I might help you in that apartment,” A male voice calls out catching Kelly off guard causing her to let a slight scream as she quickly turns to see a man laying on her bed spinning a pen in his hand. The man looked
White roomWoke up this morning, erg, well at least I thought it was morning. I was surround by these clean pure white colored walls, no widows, maybe I was kidnapped. But why? Why would someone want me and what for? So far all I know is that I'm trapped in a room with white walls with no windows and I'm kidnapped. Great, h'm now to think up an escape and save myself from whoever put me here. No wait what if I'm NOT kidnapped but I'm in the loony bin!? No that can't be it. I'm not crazy. Well don't think I am. Then again I might be I don't even know my name or how I got here. I'll just give myself a name and forever be a new person. That sounds great I could live my life with wealth a handsome husband and 3 kids. Yay, the life it would have to be. Wait wouldn't I be leaving my old life, that is if I have one. H'm maybe I'm a spy and they someone caught me and then they erased my memories. Seems right so far and now they left me here to do more questioning but I couldn't because my memo
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