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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
Let It Go (LokixReader)
Let It Go
"I don’t care, What they’re going to say..."
You sang cheerfully, looking at yourself in the mirrior. It was one of those weird winters where almost every time you looked at the Weather Channel, TV program or website, it was ass freezingly cold outside. And, I say ass freezing, as in ASS FREEZING. It was almost 16 degrees out to begin with, with a wind chill making it feel like -10.
And yet, here you were, going out to see Frozen in theaters.
Thankfully, you weren't going alone.
You slipped your hair into a braid, Elsa style, as a familiar head rested on top of you own, arms snaking around your shoulders.
"Hello Loki." You sighed. You saw him smile in the reflective glass.
"Ello (y/n)." He said gleefully. He always seemed chipper, a little out of character, when he greeted you. "Now, let me tell you, unlike the last time, I refuse to be late to a movie."
"Oh please. Endless Love wasn't THAT bad." His shocked expression made you rethink
MLP: The Not-So-Great Outdoors
Deep within the beautiful golden city of Tambelon, lies the headquarters of a certain popular scouting group that is devoted to helping young fillies and colts discover their very special talents...along with earning badges in many different activities and having plenty of fun along the way: The Cutie Mark Crusaders.
Founded years ago by three little fillies, their club has grown quickly in such short time; So many young ponies and more have joined to have fun, find their cutie marks down the road as they take part in special events, and make new friends to share in the adventures they may find.
But now, the CMC has continued to gain new members...including six very special little foals that are really looking forward to an exciting weekend...because for the next three days, along with twenty other CMC scouts, they will be going on an camping trip way out in the woods a ways away from the city, near a lovely little spot called Alicorn Lake.
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 1Prologue
It was a beautiful sunny day outside as the café Ahnenerbe as the place was busy as always. Course for one of the customers, things could be better.
Kirito aka Kazuto Kirigaya sighed a bit as he was looking at the Want ads in the newspapers.
Kirito looked and smiled a little to see Wing.
“Oh, hi Wing,” said Kirito, through there was a hit off from his normal cheerful tone.
Wing noticed this as she raised an eyebrow a bit.
“You all right?” asked Wing, “You seem down for some reason.”
Kirito paused for a small moment before he sighed.
“True is, I’m having trouble finding someplace to work at,” admitted Kirito.
Wing couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“You? Looking for a job? I thought you said your main forces was going to be school with how long you’ve been trapped in Sword Art Online,” pointed out Wing.
Kirito nodded a little.
“It was. But see, I’m hopin
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 2Chapter 1
Later on, Kirito was filling out a form when Neco-Arc came up to him.
“Excuse me but since you’re alone would it be all right to have two others sat with you?” asked Neco-Arc.
“It’s fine,” answered Kirito.
Neco-Arc nodded before she walked off. Moments later, a teenage boy and a teenage girl walked over to the table and sat down.
The boy had short spikey brown hair and light grey-ish, green eyes and a brownish green hoodie with red designs on it, black jeans and red/white sneakers.
The girl had long light brown hair, brown eyes and was wearing a red bow in her hair, a red skirt, a white closed jacket with black on the side of her sleeves, a small red bow tie, white knee high socks and brown shoes.
“Sorry for making you share a table with people you barely know,” said the boy.
“It’s all right. Anyways my name is Kazuto Kirigaya through some of my friends call me Kirito. And you two are?” as
InJustice: The Tale of the Light Bringer Teaser“Pure hate…angry…those are the few things that were inside the thing I once called a true monster and feared…and now what was born with this…”
A city was shown, buildings were destroyed, places were on fire, corpses were all over the place…a true nightmare to many.
“Many once called them great heroes, people calmed they once looked up to these beings in love and respect…but now they look up to them in fear…”
In the dark of the night, another city was shown as blimps flew in the air, each of them having red and yellow shield with an ‘S’ on them and barely anyone on the streets.
“The man many of my friends once called a great being, a protector of the weak, is more like a monster now, ruling the world with an iron fist.”
In the city, a man with black hair, a blue colored uniform, a red cape, and a red/yellow shield like symbol with an ‘S’ in the middle was sho
Mike's Backstory: Part 7Mal groaned and sat up. He touched his shoulder; which had now been tied up in a tight bandage, and winced. It was in agony. The room he awoke in was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was cold, damp and not only was there basically no light, there wasn’t even a single window. Mal raised his hand to his face. It was so blurry. As he rubbed his eyes sluggishly in an attempt to restore sight, he realised that the bang on the head didn’t seem to have done him any good at all.
Despite all this, the malevolent one grinned, the eerie smile spreading far across his face. He wasn’t alone in this room. A boy, looking about two years older than him, sat awkwardly on a bed. He stared at Mal quietly, trying to think of reasons as to why a toothpick like him could end up in gaol. He stood and made his way over to the younger teenager and decided to make sure that he knew his place.
“Oi! Yeah, you!” He stood before Mal and placed his hands on his hips. Mal eyed the bo
Mike's Backstory: Part 6I stared in shock. Mal had appeared in the sub-conscious. He was holding his shoulder tight and his eyes were squeezed shut. I tugged on my chain mercilessly. I swear, if he came close enough to me, I would kill him for what he did.
Mal stood and looked around, dazed and expressionless. That feeling didn’t last long however. He snapped back into reality as quick as he lost it. The malicious teen grinned in satisfaction and he walked by us all, his hands cupped together.
“Well, well, well.” He stopped at my boulder and I shot him a ravenous glare. How dare he talk to me… He had no right!
“It looks like you have all been reduced to this state due to my appearance. Oh, it makes me feel so powerful compared to you.”
He kneeled next to me. I never wanted to talk to that criminal, but there was a question bugging me and I had to get it out.
“Why are you here?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Got shot and knocked myself out.” His sp
Mike's Backstory: Part 4I awoke in my sub-conscious, alone and scared. The silence was unsettling. I attempted to walk, but some force was preventing my body from moving. I turned, a gasp escaping from me. I was chained… to a boulder… unable to leave. I looked around me. There were four other boulders, all with a chain… that wasn’t empty.
S`vetlana looked at me, tears in her eyes. She attempted to speak, but Manitoba motioned for her to stay quiet. He walked about a metre forward, just before the chain pulled him back. He knew my question and he adjusted the fedora on his head, not losing his serious expression.
“The Malevolent one…” He forced his gaze to Vito, who was shocked into silence. A rare moment of quiet for his normally exuberant, egotistical personality. Vito stared at the treasure hunter with uncertainty.
He paused, pushing his gelled hair back out of his eyes. His sudden fear turned to anger and he screamed at me, eyes flaming
Mike's Backstory: Part 3The bell chimed softly around the halls and teens were released. All except me. Burrito called me to the front and I cringed, slowly dragging my feet as I walked.
“Do you know why I called you up here?” He asked.
“…No.” Whatever I had done, I don’t think I did it on purpose. I’m nice guy… not counting those nicknames that I had made.
“Mike, I now know why you’ve been acting strange and I am now aware of your DID as you know, but the… thing… that just ransacked my class and put one of my students in hospital…”
“Hospital?!” I gagged.
Mr Barito raised an eyebrow and continued, “…is not one of the little ‘characters’ you take on.”
“…not?” I cocked my head to the side in confusion. I have only ever had four personalities and myself. I couldn’t possibly have a fifth. I looked around at the classroom. It was a mess. I stared around
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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