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A Never-Ending DreamA Never-ending Dream
Yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves swirled around Feliciano as he walked through the forest near Mr. Roderich’s house. It was early fall so it wasn’t that cold yet, meaning he could still go out without a coat or a scarf. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky, gently warming Feliciano up. He smiled softly as he watched the leaves fall to the ground, their flight to the ground appearing like some sort of dance. He spun around with the leaves, entranced by the way they moved. He reached out to touch a scarlet colored leaf, but it flew out of his grasp, causing him to gasp quietly.
The leaf flew off into the woods were a mysterious trail started. Feliciano wasn’t sure he remembered where the trail led to or if he had even explored the trail before. He couldn’t remember if the trail had always been there. He looked back to see Mr. Roderich’s house in plain view, unsure if he would be allowed to trail away. He knew that soon
Enchanted to Meet You"I still don't understand why I have to go." A young boy of ten years pouted as he watched with scolding hazel eyes his foster brother try to fix his emerald green shirt tie. The older teen stuck out his tongue in frustration as he tied and untied the knot, trying to get it right. Once it like he wanted. He straightened up and smiled.
"Perfecto~!" He exclaimed, ignoring the complaint from the younger one. Antonio, the teenager, began to work on his own red shirt tie and walked away. Lovino, the young angry Italian boy, followed him and grabbed onto his black jacket.
"Stop ignoring me and tell me why I have to go to this damn party!" He demanded hotly. With a childish pout placed on his lips, Lovino crossed his arms and glared at Antonio. The Spanish teen looked down at him and sighed. Kneeling down to be at the same level as the Italian, Antonio pursed his lips, searching for the right words to say.
"Listen, Lovi..." He began. "Papa told me that at this party... I will meet my f
Love KillsLove Kills
Armin stared at the ceiling of his new home as he laid in bed. Tears welled up in his eyes as he recalled his memories just like he did every night. He had been sent home because of an devastating accident that caused him to have broken his leg. The day they told him, he tried to convince them that he could still be useful. He tried to do everything physically possible to stay with Eren.
"Go Armin. You're in no shape to continue fighting titans."
"Eren, I don't have to titans! I c-can help with plans! Please, Corporal Smith, believe me!"
Armin clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly, trying to block the thoughts out of his mind. He choked back a sob as he realized that he couldn't. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to hear Eren's voice anymore.
"Armin, you don't have to stay anymore! Go!"
"... Eren, I can't leave. I can't be anywhere else if you-"
"I don't love you."
The blond's body shook with sobs as he remembered looking up at his ex-lover and hearing
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
ATWC's CarnEvil part 1Prologue
When the Moon is full and trees are bare -
Walk through the Cemetery if you dare.
Where skeletons rot and corpses fester -
Locate the tomb with the skull of a Jester
Feed him the token all shiny and new-
It is then that CarnEvil will return for YOU!
It was a dark and starry night in the town of Moonlight town as the Halloween spirit was all around the place. Near the locate town grave yard, the yearly ‘Ghost Tour’ was going on as a tractor pulling a wagon rode the pathway with the folks either scared or excited. Course, they had no idea what event would becoming to them…
Near the front of the grave yard, three figures had jumped the francs and jumped down, landing perfectly on their feet.
The first was a twenty year old woman with waist long brown hair with had a blue hair clip in it and a stream of hair that had purple and blue breads, black eyes, and was wearing white sleeve less top with a bit of a collar on it and a blue cross on it, a diamo
PMD-U: Frosty Festivities 2- Story TellingIt was one long, fun day. Everyone had their fun in various different activities and I’m glad that includes me. The Hunters made a good job decorating the exterior and interior of the bar and they were gorgeous. I didn’t do much other then showing the dance moves I learned back home and everyone liked it. Maybe it’s the fast pace music that got my feet movin’ wildly on dance floor.
And as for our two drinkers in the bar earlier that day…
Leif was knocked out and I had to help her partner, Coroline, to move her away to lie down. She was so drunk that she became really unstable and began mumbling nonsense. Thankfully, Ayami had some ice for her forehead just in case she got a hangover after she woke up and trust me, it’s really gonna hurt.
Grace, on the other hand, managed to stay her cool and didn’t get wasted. But of course, she works in a bar herself so I guess that really makes her holding up better than others.
After nightfall, I joined a gr
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
HPM: Race of RacesTu-Lu’s bright moon shone high above the treetops, outlining the crests of several bulging cumulous clouds, which basked in its calming luminance like a flock of lumbering sheep. Amongst the stars that dotted the heavens, tiny volbeats surged as their invitation to dance beneath the glowing sphere was accepted by their lady friends, who skipped across the sky, as spectacular as a shooting comet, complete with a trail of pursuing stars in their wake.
Beneath the nighttime canopy, a small gathering of villagers sat round in a circle. Though the radiance of the moon was strong enough to light their nocturnal meeting, a small bonfire was constructed earlier in the evening to shoo away unwanted pests, warm chilly hands, and set the mood for a number of stories that needed to be retold.
Rhyona was among the townsfolk who decided to stay several hours past the Daisy Stakes event. She was seated upon a log she found in the woods, noiselessly listening to the idle gossip of her companions
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
An overdue welcome homeExhausted and worn feet carried him into the forested camp. He had begun his journey "home" when the moon had been at its peak in the star dappled sky; however, the dawn had since arrived. A slight morning breeze ruffled his fur as he stepped over the soft, grassy clearing. Thankfully, many nests lay barren and empty as the warriors had already left for their patrols, though the few that remained to guard the clearing caught sight of him and began whispering. The commotion won the attention of his deputy who instantly deserted a group of cats still in search of jobs, though a dismissive flick of his ebony tail stopped the brute in his tracks. The silver warrior nodded curtly and returned to readdress the huddled cluster of taskless warriors.
With yellow eyes, Pigeondive stared up at the sky, wondering when the gorgeous dark pelted tom that she loved so much would return. She then began to wonder what would happen when he returned. It had been so long since they had been alone together.
Smiling and Thinking of You
Smiling and Thinking of You
A loud commotion could be heard through the empty halls of where the G8 meeting was being held. Many people were speaking or rather yelling at each other. Or some weren't paying any attention to the ruckus.
For example, Italy Veneziano.
The Italian man was doodling on a scrap piece of paper and found himself thinking about pasta. He drew a bowl of pasta with steam coming off of it and colored in the sauce with red pen. Then he found his thoughts lingering on other things...
Tomatoes... Hmmm Fratello said Spain brought tomatoes from Messico.... Mmm... Messico... Italy thought and smiled. His thoughts rested on the Mexican woman and stayed there until his brother yelled at him.
"What the hell are smiling about?" Romano growled and shot a glare at him. Italy snapped out of his dreamy faze and looked at his brother. He gave him a sheepish smile.
"Mi dispiace... I got caught up in my thoughts..." Well, at least it wasn't a lie....
Romano rolled his eyes an
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