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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
Experiments ~ Chapter 17“Kylie!” That shrill, desperate voice was all but welcoming for once in Kylie’s life. One minute, she had been in the back of an armed vehicle, bouncing down an eerily empty avenue, and the next, everything had been black. Lastly she was in an all-too-bright room, squinting at bold fluorescent rectangles that complemented the tiled ceiling high above. But the ceiling was closer now – no, it went up again – oh, dizziness. The room was about the size of their old apartment, but with less furniture that was all black. There were two twin beds with black metal headboards in the right corner with pale curtains much like those in hospital rooms to surround them, and one nightstand between the two. A door nearby the foot of one bed indicated that shielded a fully functioning bathroom. On the wall opposite the beds, there was a dresser, and adjacent to the dresser was where Kylie was. The left side of the room had a small kitchen complete with shiny applian
The Magic ShowKristen Sanderson was a 16-year-old sophomore soccer girl. She had wavy brown hair that descended to her shoulders and two soft brown eyes. Kristen had always been skeptical towards things such as the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, and magic. However, her opinion of the latter was about to be changed forever along with her life...
Kristen took a seat at the Soccer Banquet with her friends Emma, who had blond hair tied into a braid and light blue eyes, Peyton, who had straight blond hair that fell to a little past her shoulders, Claire, who had long red hair and soft hazel eyes, and her date, Jordan, who had neat, combed over blond hair.
The entertainment at the Soccer Banquet would be provided in a magic show.
"Magic is so fake it's not even cool." Kristen remarked as she unlocked her phone to check her Twitter.
"Just because its fake doesn't mean it can't be cool." Jordan said
"Yeah" added Claire "I can figure out how most of this crap is done but I still like appreciat
(Bucky x reader) NightmareSummary: set after the events of The Winter Soldier (so there may be spoilers) Bucky has remembered his past and is living in your (an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent) house (he has yet to find or tell Steve). A rouge Hydra agent breaks into your house. Bucky comforts you afterwards and he gets a haircut. Warning: may include fluff.
You hear the door open and close. So you call out.
“Bucky is that you?” you wait for an answer. No one answers and you hear footsteps along the corridor. You grab the gun Bucky made you have on your person at all times –you silently thank him for that even if you did protest at the idea- you creep along to the door silently. You crouch and lean round the door frame pointing the gun in front of you. You look up to the face of the intruder and find it is some man who you have never seen before. You stand and face him keeping the gun trained on him.
“Who are y
Russia x reader (fallen in)Russia x reader (fallen in)
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You yelled as you went down watching as the door disappeared from your sight as you flew through the clouds short hair whipping around and the wind whistling in your ears like a high pinched song.
You felt your eyes swell up with tears....
This isn't..how you wanted to go out being a crushed bloody being on the road or the side walk..or where ever you landed.
And the fact that it could hurt didn't help you at all and the feeling of falling your muscles clenching tightly hoping to protect you from the impact.
You started too shiver as the air around you started to get colder..and colder, great another thing to add onto all this being cold as you would die.
Then everything went black.
When you awoke everything was cold your hands leg feet arms ears and so forth, sitting up you took in your surrounding....
Snow some ic
Bucky x ShyReader (part one)You walk close to the edges of the pathway. Next to houses and shops. You are just trying to make your way home after having gone shopping with your 'friend' you were quite tired of the hustle and bustle. You just needed some time to yourself. You were walking as quickly as you could with your head down and eyes to the ground trying to avoid contact with anyone. You keep a tight grip on your bags worried in case anyone would come too close. You were probably just being paranoid but better safe than sorry you thought as you slipped past the crowd along the path. Though you probably should have been looking where you were going as the next minute you collided with the ground.
“Ahhh! Son of a….” you elected not to finish that sentence. You look up and see a tall man holding out his hand to help you up. Was his arm made of Metal?
“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m really sorry I should be more ca
Bucky x ShyReader (part two)A month after that little incident and you had met up with the guy five times already. And it didn't matter what you did, you felt at ease when you were with him. You couldn't explain it you didn't even feel at ease like that with your own family for Pete’s sake! You decided to ask if you could hang out more than once a week. It was having a good influence on you. You had started to worry less about going out in public. You got better at your editing job finding you could talk through things easier without worrying about offending anyone. Above all you really liked being around him. So this time it was you who called him.
“Hello? (y/n)” he said through the phone.
“Hey Bucky! I was just wondering if you were free again this week. And if you wanted to go for a walk in the park or something?”
“It would be my pleasure. How does Saturday sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want me to meet you there or?”
“You know what You should meet me
11th/Reader Regeneration"Its okay, I'm going to let you die here anyway."The voice boomed, your back arched and your lungs collasped.
"And do you know what you've done, you've taken my girl from her home, and she is very angry, all this time your Master, and you didn't think of her, because she isn't just a human, she is a time lady."The Doctor hissed, taking the Master by the collar and pulling him forward.
You felt a relief as you gained strength on your feet, your eyes illuminating with yellow and gold and orange.
Suddenly, you saw the man who had taken you away and butchered you, and red alert was flashing.
"Finish him girl."He spoke, seeing you stretch out your arms and blast the man out of sight.
"Puny timelord."You groaned, falling to the floor.
"I got to regenerate now eh?"You sighed, wobbling.
He nodded and felt a tear fall onto his cheek, you wiped it and stood straight, and you saw stars.
"It all ends before you know it, like...the heat radiating off a bath before it going to tour natural body heat
Kim's Big HitWith a flash of light she arrived. Kim Paler opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. It did no take long in the janitorial closet she had appeared in.
"Not my most impressive entrance, but necessary." She said with a smirk.
She examined the wall to her right, finding the precise spot she wanted. One of her cybernetic legs reached forth and cut through the wall, exposing a junction box. Once it was pried open it was a simple matter to attach a device that would filter some of the security sensors, making her nearly invisible.
Years of planning went into this operation. Stranger Industries was one of the top tech developers in the world, which made its labs one of the biggest prizes to raid. It also made it one of the hardest of targets to hit, with it having the best of security systems. A lot of research went into learning what kind of systems it had in place. Researching building schematics, where access points could be found,
The Sixth Clan Chapt.14 "You want this?" Hollypaw tossed a half-eaten mouse towards Oddpaw. "I'm stuffed".
Oddpaw sniffed the mouse. She didn't feel like eating, but took a bite anyway. She was exhausted after spending the majority of the day hunting her paws off with Ivypool, but she managed to catch her first proper prey: a small squirrel. The catch was difficult, hence the surrounding of trees in the clearing, but she managed to claw the squirrel before it could reach the safety of an oak tree. Now it was getting late, she only had a short amount of time to eat and chill before the first stars would appear.
The thorn barrier rustled as Squirrelflight emerged with Rosepetal, Bumblestripe and Dewpaw behind her tail. Hollypaw flicked her tail with amusement. "That's quite a lot of prey they caught!" She nodded at a rabbit dangling from Squirrelflight's jaws. Then she frowned. "Squirrelflight doesn't look very happy", she commented as the dark ginger padded towar
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...
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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