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High school daysI slowly swayed back and forth, gripping the pole hoping not to run into the back of the person behind me. A soothing melody played; frantically I dug through the pockets of my overly sized purse. “Where is that blasted thing!” I whimpered. I realized the sound was coming from my coat pocket, “I’m such an idiot” I breathed sigh of relief. Pulled my black berry out and skimmed through the messages, Finding Zach at the top of the list. I smiled to myself and hummed a little tune. “Mommy why is that girl smiling?” a little boy said as he rudely pointed his finger at me. “Oh she’s probably in love sweetie” the mother replied, she looked at me smiled then walked off the bus with her son. Blushing I regained my appearance and casually got of at the next stop. The school looked dull and shabby, the colour grey made it look like a prison instead of a high school. Well at least they had the decency to make
The Evil Life I live In Pt 1They put me in this place.This sick and dirty vile place if ya ask me.
The dull light hang from the ceilings. Making it even harder to see. Making
my eyes go dizzy everywhere I look. The white walls make the place boring
and unattractive to live in. It not anybody's fault that I'm in here. And if I
think hard enough about it, it's not even mine. They took over my mind about
six months ago. Block out the world. Turning my reality dark and violent. Sucking
up every memory I own. Taking all my thoughts and turning them in to something their
not. I let them in. I thought that they were my friend's since I don't have any real
friend's of my own. They were nice at first. And now that I think about it, they have
been nice all along. I was really the evil one. How could your mind tell you to do something like that? How sick can someones mind get? I do not regret anything I have done in my life.
I have made it the way I wanted it to be. But now..sad to say. They are all gone. The voices
in my h
RaindropsThe sound of the gun shot was loud. It rang through my ears like any other noise would, but this one was different. This one meant something to me. The shadows escaped down the alley and through the night, blending in with the rest of the darkness in the world. The rain was heavy and big drops of water soaked through my jacket like a sponge. It was hard to see, the rain tumbled down like bombs in a war. The more I got closer, the more I regretted it.
She lay still on the cold, wet ground. No sound escaped her lips. The rain drenched her clothes. The closer I got the more familiar this person was to me. “Maggie?” I whispered. I kneeled down beside her and held her in my arms. Her icy blue eyes seemed so dark now. She just stared blankly at the dark sky above. “Maggie please stay with me! Please, please don’t give up one me!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. My whole body shook like a leaf, the cold air stung my skin. Maggie’s eye’s closed
Dinosaurs of the Ice Age - IntroductionAt the end of the Cretaceous period clade Dinosauria, having ruled the world for 135 million years, was so diverse and so vigorous that it seemed nearly impossible to imagine a set of events that could wipe it out completely. It would have to take the perfect storm of catastrophic events to effect such a drastic change. At the very least an enormous basalt flow lasting millennia coupled with massive sea level change followed by a devastating asteroid impact scorching the Earth, filling the atmostphere with sulfur and carbon dioxide, throwing the global climate into chaos. That could, perhaps, do the job. You might be left with some remnant of Dinosauria, probably a portion of the flying maniraptorans, requiring less food and able to cover more ground more easily than all the others. But the giants that had ruled the Mesozoic era would be gone.
But what if the storm was less than perfect? What if the angle of the asteroid was different, or it veered off and hit the Pacific Ocean ra
2P!Canada x Reader Fan-Fiction: AmnesiaThe day he came back was no ordinary day. In fact, he was standing on the other side of the gates when you and AJ , Allen Jr., walked by.
He set the bouquet of flowers down in front of the stone, taking a knee to examine the engravements closer.
Your son stopped you, tugging on your dress to get your attention.
"Mommy, look! There's a man that looks like me on the other side of the gates", he sqeeked, pointing across the street.
You looked over at the graveyard to your left and tried to make out who it was. Your eyes squinted, trying to get a better eye at the man in red plaid. When you noticed who it was, you nearly dropped your groceries.
"AJ, take the bag", you instructed your child firmly.
Once he had hold of the plastic loops, you picked him up and carried him on your hip, making your way over to the cemetary.
You walked in and hustled over to who you thought it was. Slightly out of breath, you called out the name you haven't heard in over 5 years.
The man responded
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 106
Chapter 106: Cold Comfort
Donald continuously blew up every Transmutation Circle he could find!
"QUAKE…QUAKE!" Donald casts spell after spell, but suddenly, he noticed a few civilians still trying to escape. The duck rushed to them and asked, "Why haven't any of you evacuated the city?! This place could become the next 'Disney on Ice' attraction!" A civilian woman replied, "M-my husband, his leg, IT'S STUCK IN THE ICE!"
Donald sighed and examined the man's leg. He then said, "Stay calm miss, I'll do what I can!" Donald then summoned a small amount of fire on his wand and started melting the ice around the man's leg. Suddenly, Donald noticed a giant emerging from a part of the city. Donald then said, "(sigh) Sora, if you're over there, I hope you can handle that thing without any magic…"
Elsewhere in town, Goofy and the construction workers were also tearing down the Transmutation Circles.
Suddenly, Goofy noticed Maes
Dream Big (G/t RP) You've had weird dreams since you were a little kid. Every morning you woke up with weird, blurred memories, feelings of some sort of progression like the dreams were happening in another world. Still, there had always been a recurring theme that you couldn't place your finger on. Despite all your curiosity, you sleep regularly. TOnight you once again drift off the dreamland in a more literal sense than most...
You open your eyes and look beside you to see someone. Oh yeah, your best friend. You were in your secondary dream world full of normal-sized people and miniatures, full Mesopotamian-style cities that no one is quite sure when they were made. Everyone here knows they're dreaming and they take full advantage, doing the most dangerous activities and waking up in their beds, sweaty and with only fuzzy memories of the previous events.
The smaller people, or "lessers", were seen as
January Boy, Part 6January Boy, Part 6
Setting: The Forest
Date: April 5th, 1994
Time: 3:22 PM PST
Joey walked with his backpack over his shoulder, lazily stopping every few seconds to look at something or just stall. He didn’t want to go home. He rarely ever did these days. The only thing that was keeping him optimistic about anything at all was his little brother. As Franky got older, he got more entertaining and became more of a companion to Joey rather than someone he had to babysit all the time. He had never exactly ‘annoyed’ him, but the constant watching over him was becoming stressful. He wasn’t supposed to be a guardian. That was his mom’s job.
Next to him, Pattie jumped in puddles left over from the rainstorm earlier that day. Joey was wondering how Franky had done with that. He figured he’d probably hid in their bedroom, under a fort of blankets, until the storm passed. Their mother never comforted him. She was always either at work, in her room,
Demons are creatures from the underworld but many say they can travel to different realms, those that are weak cannot live in the mortal world but others who are stronger can live longer and open doors to more realms.
Once a demon enters the mortal world, some of them may take a form from an mortal to disguise themselves and also stop them from being hunted. If they cannot take a form, they can possess a mortal who is weak from anger, sadness or greed. Once they have hold of the host they can walk freely but for the host form itself may become distorted overtime depending on the power that demon gives off.
Some demons, most of the higher ranks can influence and control the actions of mortals to do whatever they want. Pyrokinesis in demons are common and is vital to stay away from, higher demons can exorcised their own kind - lower ranks - from a host but this hardly succeeds. They can harm a mortal by thought and destruction of objects with telekinesis and also self healing.
Adommy: Smile For MeA blonde quietly opened the door of his bedroom and stepped out into the hall way. It was late at night, and he had woken up from a nightmare. It was horrible, the guitarist had still a little bit of fear from it. This was clearly different nightmare than the ones he normally got. Tommy slowly walked down the stairs and tried to keep the sound of crackling as quiet as he could, since he didn't want to wake up Adam at this time. Venting a light sigh, Tommy entered the kitchen and looked up at the clock on the wall above the doorway.
Tommy blinked his optics as if he tried to recognize the numbers, but he could see them clearly. He was just shocked from the dream... his heart still pounding fast in his chest. He didn't want to talk about the dream with Adam... or then the singer would probably freak out as much as he did.
Tommy didn't want him to worry.
The blonde searched through cupboards and found a candle and matches. He lit it to see through the dark, then wandered to a pot and
Link x Reader All you need is a little courage 37All you need is a little courage
Link belongs to Nintendo. You belong to you.
Soon, you both fell asleep on the cool sheets to the sound of each other's soft breathing.
You both awoke the next morning to Midna’s constant, nagging complaints. “C’moooonnn, wake uuuuuppppp…!!” She practically screeched in a half winey tone. You both begrudgingly opened your eyes, glaring at her almost instantly. “Midna shut up.” You grumbled, moving to fall back asleep again. However, Link didn’t allow you to do so, getting to his feet and placing his hands on his hips. He looked rather heroic, and he looked as though he was self-entitled to a pot of gold or something. “Let’s get going!” He practically yelled, causing you to cover your ears in distaste. He noticed this, going over to you and picking you up bridal style before s
Overlord - Elven Language - 'Evarsi'Basics
- Evársi is a fusional language (like Latin, Greek, German, Russian, French, Irish etc.).
- The word order of Evársi is free, with a few restrictions: adjectives and adverbials are always placed immediately after the word they are attached to. The subject and verb are usually, though not always, mentioned next to one another. The syntactic order of Evársi is usually: subject-verb-object, but it can be rearranged as desired.
- Word combinations are separated by an apostrophe, e.g. arti'telisia (weaving-(of)-blades). Much older words where the word combination has just become a normal word looses the apostrophe.
- Vowels with an circumflex accent [^] above (e.g. trilâis) indicate that the vowels have to be pronounced separately rather than as a diphthong. - i.e. 'tril-a-is'
- Evársi normally places the stress on the first vowel in a given word, when this is not the case it is indicated with an accent on the stressed vowel
The Evil Life I live In Pt 2Its a dark place. I haven't been here long and I can already see the darkness
behind the walls. Just waiting to come out to catch its prey. So I guess that's
me? Does it always have to be me? The people in chains hide their faces. The
shy ones are like ghost in the hallways. Not to be seen by anyone or anything.
The loud ones are like guns. They could go off at any minute. Shooting with anger
and rage until all is killed. And then there's me..I sit in my room with chains
around my arms and with plain white walls. I miss my family
I want to go home...
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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