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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
You're Not In Wonderland AnymoreShe was running; scared and desperate. The young lady fumbled her way through the darkness while the rocks cut into her bare feet. The tears spilling down her face were enough to fill a parlor, only rivaled by the sobs that threatened to shatter her heart like the broken mirror in her room.
She was seventeen practically a woman. Yet she dressed like a young child in frills and ribbons. The girl resented her sister’s constant nagging to wear corsets and evening gowns. She wanted to lie in fields of flowers and snuggle her cat to her chest. She wanted crawl her way into mischief and follow the little white rabbit again. She wanted to wander through the world she couldn’t quite understand, yet adored all the same. She even enjoyed giving chase to the guards who were guilty of painting the roses red for her majesty. This was the childhood refuge she had learned to call home. But it wasn’t meant to last forever.
“Please,” she begged. “Let me stay with you
“I’m done with you! This was your last chance and what did you do?! You screwed up again!” You yelled into your phone at your now ex-boyfriend. He once again cheated on you for the third time along with gambling, smoking, and buying useless things. He was using up all your hard earned money and you let him thinking that he had really changed this time. It always seemed like he had for a couple weeks but then things would change as soon as you started to save up your money and it seemed like you would have extra to spare which he would take form you instead of using the money he had. You really loved him but it was time to move on and not let him back into your life. You felt hot tears whelm in your eyes as you looked up at the sky. Finally, you decided it was good to walk for a bit to clear your mind.
As you walked, you soon came to Venice, not realizing how far you had walked form your home. You live in Italy for years and spoke the language well but you preferred to
Tonight the Sky FallsFallenstar padded out of his den, a look of concern and fatigue crossed his face. Nutmeg hadn't stopped laughing for about five minutes, her shrill cackle was starting to hurt his ears. He wondered for a moment if they were bleeding, or would be soon...though he could have sworn they had already started to.
He narrowed his eyes as he heard rustling coming from the entrance to his camp. His hackles began to raise and his fur stand on end as the rustling became louder, and Fallenstar kept his eyes on the leafy barrier to see who it was that would enter.
Much to his relief, the sound faded away as Swiftleap and Sorrelfox trotted into view, Swiftleap with a piece of prey dangling from his jaws. The young black-and-white tom mumbled something to his senior companion that Fallenstar couldn't hear, but brushed away as unimportant as Sorrelfox padded over.
"Fallenstar," the somali panted, his pelt covered in leaves and a piece of spiderweb. They had just returned from their patrol of th
Latex MummyInside of an old museum, was a brand new exhibit which was focused on Egyptian Queen Hut Tut Sut, a queen that wasn't very popular due to the fact she loved latex. In the blazing heat of Egypt latex was the last thing anyone wanted to wear and it was her obsession with the stuff that brought down her rule in the end.
As the museum owner, a middle aged woman with strawberry blonde hair wearing a dark orange suit and dark tights walked up to the coffin that held the mummified form of Queen Hut Tut Sut, she was pleased her place was getting something new.
She was also interested to see if the Queen was wrapped up in latex bandages, usually the mummify bandage is usually cloth but seeing how the queen loved latex the thought was too great not to check out. Grinning she slowly slide the lid off the coffin under a full blue moon which something on the hieroglyphics warned not to and peered inside and became instantly ecstatic.
What she saw was proof enough, the mummy was indeed wrapped up in
The Pinocchio BraSteven woke up one morning next to his girlfriend Fiona, on their first anniversary since they started dating. He quietly got out of the bed to keep Fiona asleep as long as possible in order to give him enough time to find a present, as he had forgotten to buy something in the days leading to their anniversary. As he drove away from their house he thought of the potential gifts he could give her, and had an idea. Instead of buying something boring and traditional, he would instead give her a prank gift for the day. He had heard of a shop supposedly selling magical trinkets. Steven wasn't entirely sure what how exactly he wanted to poke fun at Fiona for the day, but if there was anything that would make for a good prank, he would find it there.
He found the magic shop with little difficulty. Going inside he was quickly distracted by all the items lining the shelves and hanging from the walls. They were of all different types, some small trinkets, clothing, and old artifacts filled the s
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Elven ImmigrantsBenny was complaining about elves again. It'd become a bi-weekly ritual for us. We'd meet for lunch, he'd sit there and cram his sandwich in his mouth, talking between every bite as soon as his mouth was clear enough to give his tongue room to work, and I'd dutifully turn my attention to my soup of the day and salad and pretend to care. I liked to think I'd gotten used to his vitriol. I liked to think I'd gotten used to all of it, the graffiti, the snide talking heads on the television, the internet hate groups. The vandalism at the shelter where I worked. We had to put up security cameras. I'd been threatened with a knife once, in the parking lot, until Deregyth came out and broke the man's wrist. I had been too shocked to move. The aged elf just watched the man flee, clutching his wrist, stumbling in his terror and haste to get away, and then the elf turned and his narrow eyes regarded me for a brief moment. Impassive.
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
CursedWhen I was five I told my teacher that my mother magically appeared whenever I was doing something wrong.
Miss Jones laughed. “All mothers do that, Jill.”
So it wasn’t until I was about thirteen that I realised that my mother was unusual in this respect. Picking my nose, yelling at a friend, trying to copy someone else’s homework—no matter how far apart we were, if I did something bad my mother would abruptly appear at my side glaring at me.
And she still does.
Mum doesn’t talk that much about my curse. I only know that it came from my father. Well, he was Mum’s husband—he wasn’t actually my father. Hence the curse, I suppose. I’ve never met him but he’s some kind of natural magician. Very rare.
The situation felt bearable as a child. I didn’t know any different and I was reassured by it, to be honest. But as a teenager going through a rebellious phase… Smoking, bit of graffiti, kissing boys. And more. My mot
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
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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