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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
Words in hugs and cuddles
Hey loved it when Donnie and he would cuddle. Yes they were older now, with Donnie being 11 and Mikey being 10. Yet somehow he still enjoyed the feelings he got when Donnie and he would huddle against each and cuddle. To feel Donnie’s arms around his shoulders holding him, shielding him, keeping him safe. It filled his chest with warm and happiness. It made him giggle and shift, trying to get Donnie to hold him tighter, while Donnie would giggle and do just that; wrapping his arms around his little brother even tighter.
“I like Donnie hugs.”
Behind him Donnie squeezed him a little tighter, while leaning in to nuzzle the side of his face. “and I like giving them to you.”
Again he giggled; this time from Donnie’s warm breath which tickled his neck and made him squirm. Making Donnie lean in and begin to tickle his sides.
Mikey squirmed, twisted and writhed. Doing his best to get away from h
[NOTES] Zero x Reader (Part 1)
As you entered the classroom filled with Day Class students, you didn't expect the events that would take place over the course of the next couple days. Sweet, sweet unsuspecting you.
As usual, you headed to your seat beside Yuki Cross, greeting both her, Yori, then Zero who sat behind the three of you. You knew nothing about vampires, but had become close with Zero anyhow.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was just your typical morning... that is, until you opened up your black spiral notebook.
There, on a fresh sheet of unused paper was a small envelope with a red, heart seal. Though its appearance surprised you, you didn't think too much of it and began to open up the small thing, seeing no need to hide it from or reveal it to anyone.
However, once you read the contents inside of it, you quickly closed your notebook, cheeks as red as a tomato. The sudden motion also caused Yori and Yuki to look at you with startled, confused expressions which you imme
Hitting the road-TG Caption
Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!”
The living room TV was blaring the Spongebob theme song. Jackson's little sisters were sitting on the rug watching the intro. One of his sisters, Jenny, caught Danny walking in.
“Hey Danny!” She screamed.
Danny's other sister Jessica turned and joined in as well. “Hey Danny!”
Danny smiled and waved. “Hey Jessica and
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
Life in a Lugia (Lugia vore) - CommissionWARNING: This story contains soft, safe, non-fatal vore. If you don't like vore, DON'T read this story.
It was a lovely Sunday, and Luke woke up at 8:00 AM, gently pushed down of the bed by the sunlight that entered from the the window. He yawned and went out of his room, still a little sleepy. He went down of the stairs and a dish with 4 waffles was literally waiting for him on the table. "Waffles! Thanks, mom!" these were the first words of his day, "I know you like waffles, and I have another surprise for you" his mother said, and he looked at her with begging eyes. "Let's play a little treasure hunt. Make 10 steps on left, 5 on right, and then other 10 on south" she explained, and he immediately started counting his steps. "One, two, three..." He said, looking at his feet the whole time, "And.... ten steps on south!" he said, and looked around, but he didn't see anything, "Ehm, where's the surprise...?" he asked confusely. His mother giggled, "It's right behind you!" she said, and
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Fitting RelationshipFitting Relationship
Mesmerized, Ben strode through the small aisle, his gaze sweeping over the sparkling gowns and dresses displayed left and right. His heart was beating madly, and part of his excitement was the fear of being caught, of a shopkeeper or other customer spotting him while indulging in his most secret fantasy.
It had happened several times, and each time he'd wished to evaporate on the spot, the sneer or disdain on the shopkeepers' faces when they expelled him from the store hurting like a thousand stabs with a knife. Each time, he'd swore anew never to do this again, but his cravings were too strong, and after a few weeks at the uttermost, he'd be strolling through the clothing stores' ladies sections again.
The reason for his frequent sackings was obvious - when th
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
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
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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