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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
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.9"What are you doing?" You glared at Jeff, pulling away from him roughly.
"I was about to do some killing!"
"I can't let you do this. I was the one who dragged you into this."
He said, looking at the ground angrily.
"Well, you're not the boss now are you? I have orders, and I intend on following them."
"But you know this isn't what you want." Jeff growled. "Once you kill, there's no going back. Your mind becomes tainted, and you're seen as a monster to the world.
"You don't know what I want. My entire life changed when I ran into you. I've accepted my fate. Why can't you?" You chided.
Jeff couldn't understand. Of course you knew the sacrifice you were about to make, but there were only two options:
Kill or be killed.
You shrugged and turned to leave, but Jeff wasn't finished. He grabbed your arm and stopped you.
"You shouldn't do this. Try to think clearly!" Jeff had a strange tone in his voice, like concern. It was not like him at all.
"Since when did you start caring about me? L
Words Of GuiltSlowly Donnie snuck through the lair, doing his best to be as silent as he possibly could so no one would know he was sneaking out. while he was sure everyone was asleep he still had to be cautious with how he moved so as not to make a sound, a result of living with a family of ninjas. Once he was sure no one was watching him Donnie turned and scurried out of the lair, moving down the tunnel that led to the nearby subway tunnel. His foot had just moved to step into the subway when he felt someone grab his shoulder, pull him back and shove him against the wall.
He lashed out, trying to strike the person who had grabbed him only to feel the person grab his wrist and twist before pinning his arm against his chest.
"Where are you going Donnie?"
Raph's voice was low and vaguely threatening. Donnie did his best to seem unafraid.
"n...none of your business!"
he lashed out with his other hand, connecting with the side of Raph's face making the red banded turtle stumbled backwards a bit. Donnie
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
The Fox and the Bat: Role-Play
The once black night sky was slowly disappearing to reveal a red, orange and then yellow set of hues over the horizon in the distance. For many creatures, they were already near their home, so all they had to do was scurry, slither or walk into their place. However, for a certain fruitbat, it would take a while to fly back. Jess, the bat, cursed inwardly for having flown out this far in the first place, but she had been craving to get an orange from the grove. Well, she knew she had to pay the price by being late to get back home, but it was worth trying out that sweet yet rare fruit for her. She at least had put one orange about the size of her body in her feet claws, but she wondered if she'd be able to carry it the whole way.
Another problem, although, were her wings. Jess had been using them the whole night it seemed. With a groan, she glanced down into the trees below. Maybe stopping a moment wouldn't be too bad. She carefully flew down in ther
Umbreon-Anthro Tf“Hello, I am Dr. Castro. I will be supplying your medicine today, but first I will need to know why you deserve it more than the others,” A middle aged lady in a white labcoat says. She sits at a silver desk and smiles at the petite being sitting across from her. “Now, you can understand me, but I can’t understand you. Therefore, I will be using a special helmet that translates your very thoughts into my language. Are you okay with this?”
The Pokemon nods its furry head. “Very good,” Dr. Castro exclaims. She walks to the supply closet in the back of the room and grabs a large machine. It looks like a gigantic vacuum cleaner, but has a cord with a helmet on the end. Dr. Castro grabbed gently places the helmet onto the Pokemon’s head. She presses a green button on the sight causing three lights to illuminate on the helmet.
“Now, a simple one, to begin with. What is your name?” Dr. Castro asks slowly.
My name is Ebony. The
Confessing your love
He tried to focus, tried to clear his mind of all distractions like splinter had taught him too. He tried to take deep breaths, tried to relax. But nothing helped. Sighing Leo opened his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he ran his hand over his face. it wasn’t often he got scared, really scared. yet today, when they had faced shredder for the first time…..that had scared him. He’d panicked, lost his focus and……his heart clenched as he remembered the look of terror on his secret mate’s face as the large marquee letter had fallen down on top of him. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the panic and dread that had gripped his mind and body making his scream and claw at the large metal letter trying to pull it off Mikey. He’d felt relief flood his body when Mikey had emerged from under the letter, his body covered in dust and dirt but seeming to be ok.
Sighing again Leo did his best to calm his thundering heart. Mikey was ok, yes
Brawnafied World Volume 1 - Preview!Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One - PREVIEW
(This is a preview of my upcoming story, Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One. As implied by the title, there will be more tales within the full story.
This story will be available to those who support me on Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto on September 30th! If you want to receive a full copy of the story, make sure you're pledged before then!)
[Some backstory for this preview – Immediately following the Infomercial, the government issued a widespread confiscation on all Brawnafiers, essentially declaring martial law in the process. All Brawnafiers appeared to have been taken off of the market. After a few months of the product disappearing, the Power Company, under heavy scrutiny of the government began creating a series of NuBrawnafiers, which had severely limited capabilities in comparison to the original model.
Penny, a scrawny, weak teenage gir
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
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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