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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
The Monsters No More [Prussia x Child!Reader] The TV droned on as Gilbert stared blankly at the screen. Little ______ had been put to bed a while ago, and the albino couldn't stop thinking of her words before she was tucked in.
"But Gilly, what if the monsters come out?"
He had assured the little girl that there was no such thing as monsters and had checked under her bed, in the closet, and in every dark corner where her night-light didn't reach for them at her request. The red eyed Prussian would do anything for the sweet little girl that had claimed a part of his heart, even if he had to check for the monsters every night.
With a small sigh, Gilbert realized how boring it was without you playing with him. He tried to think of his life before you came along, but he found it hard to remember. You had been with him for a long time, and he just couldn't imagine being without you anymore. That was one of the reasons why he never let anyone
I Found an AngelI found an angel. No, he didn't have a halo, and he wasn't clothed in white either. He was a boy, seemingly nothing more, hands and feet grubby with sad sunken eyes. I was walking home from school that day, backpack weighing me down like bricks, when I saw him. I never stopped, never offered him anything, just kept walking down the sidewalk. It was hot, and all I was thinking about was my cool air-conditioned home. I’d seen them there before, all the time actually, so naturally I didn't think much of it. But the next day on the way to school he was there again, the boy with his broken blue eyes.
This time I slowed down, hesitated, but I'd be late if I stayed long. So I just gave him a smile, offered him half my sandwich, and started off once more. I tried to put him out of my mind, but the harder I pushed the more I thought. When I left to go back home this time I looked for him, and sure enough, there he was still there, sitting alone on the curb. It might have been my imaginati
The Orphaned WolvesCollab with Wolf-Prince-Leon
Winter. A cold and difficult time of the year on earth. Some people could cope with the winter, but most couldn’t. In the current recession, most people had very little money, especially in the United Kingdom where taxes were through the roof. And despite the money that the government was making to fund its people, it was doing little to nothing to care for the people. People needed extra money to get around in the winter months, but all they cared about was lining their own pockets and parting with as little of the taxpayers money as they possibly could.
In Peterborough, there told of two teenage boys.
Leon, a kindhearted boy whose parents had sold him away for their own monetary benefit. And Kieran, his parents had lost him to social services for offences that they didn’t commit.
Kieran was British born and bred, whereas Leon was deported from America, because all of their orphanages were packed to the gunne
A Ticklish InjuryI was on my way to a good friend of mine's house. I was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jean shorts, white socks, and red and black shoes, had white skin, brown eyes and brown curly hair. He had broken his leg so I decided to come over and keep him company. I walked up to the door of his house knocking on the door. He had told me the door would be unlocked so I entered the house into the living room.
"Hey Grant I'm here." I call.
"My bedroom is to your right." Grant replied.
I walk into the bedroom to find Grant laying on his bed looking bored out of his mind. His attire only consisted of a black shirt and blue shorts. He happily smiled and tried to get up, it seemed the movement was causing him only mild pain, but still I have to think about safety. I walk over and push him back down.
"Ah ah no unnecessary movements." I explain.
"Yeah your right, my parents made you a drink of pepsi. Can you sit on the bed with me and drink it?" Grant asked.
"Sure no prob."
I grab the drink and sit down n
Laughter is the CureIan was at the Pokemon Center, his pokemon were being checked out by nurse joy. He decided to take a walk while it was going on. However in the hall Nurse Joy comes out looking a little depressed. He watched her go into the break room and decided to follow her. Inside she was sitting at a table.
"Hey Nurse Joy what's wrong?" Ian asked.
"Oh I've been working so hard lately, sometimes I worry I'll screw up." Nurse Joy explained with a sigh.
"That's nuts, you’re a great Nurse."
Nurse Joy sighed a little bit, Ian then noticed that her shoes had slipped off a bit revealing her bare feet. It was then that Ian had an idea to cheer her up. He sits in a chair across from her and props her feet on his lap.
"What are you doing?" She asked puzzled.
"You need a visit from the tickle monster." Ian smirked.
He began skittering his fingers along her bare soles making the nurse laugh hard. His fingers tortured her toes under and inbetween them, she squirmed hard trying really hard not to kick him
Skyla's Past LivesAsteria:
*A senshi in the moon kingdom (Sailor Savior)
*Twin was Achlys (Past life of Nyx)
*Met her end in her battle against Achlys who was also killed at the same time
*Reincarnated everytime her new lives ended
*Believed to be the most powerful of all the past lives
*Her spirit guides Skyla the most out of all the past lives
*Firm and serious but a strong heart of light and love
*Skyla's transformation, the comet savior, takes on the form of Asteria
*Unnamed half demon
*Had a mysterious servant
*A Maho Shojo
*Power and theme were cloud and trapeze based
*Died in every timeline because of despair
*Her despair lives on in Skyla but also her hope
*Skyla would be very good at the trapeze because of her
*Unnamed mermaid princess
*A bluebird turned human girl
*She is not dead as she lives in another world as both a counterpart and past life
*Very meek and shy
Formidable Dawn: Errand #6 Theo looked around nervously, thinking back how he got himself in this position. Before him, was a Meowth with a pleading expression clutching his paws together in a beg posture. It was embarrassing enough that the feline stopped him with an inquisitive question about his egg. But this! In the middle of a public area amidst a crowd! He flushed when some Pokemon looked in their direction with odd expression. This is why I stay indoors now…
“Can you help me with errand? I feel like you’re intelligent enough to aid me with a simple survey? I can offer a star coin if you need it!” The Meowth pleaded with sparkling eyes.
Theo rubbed the nape of neck with a sheepish smile. He was reluctant to up take the task but what harm would it do to ask simple question? It doesn’t seem bad
The Origin of Daniel- Part 8That night Daniel went to bed thinking he was too excited for the next day to actually sleep, but when he pulled the blankets up and laid his head on the pillow, his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep easily. He was sleeping so soundly that he was barely conscious when his father opened the door and whispered, “Daniel? I’m going out to the desert for a few hours to test a new machine; will you be okay by yourself?”
Daniel lifted his head slightly and nodded sleepily, before lying down and going back to sleep, practically forgetting what his father had said.
In the start of Daniel’s dream, he was in the forest near the village, playing with Izzy and Nova. They were giggling and petting the purring kitten, completely carefree and unconcerned by anything that was going on outside their bubble of joy. Neither of them noticed when the atmosphere seemed to change, the air becoming heavy and the light that filtered between the leaves darkening and fading.
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You wake up inside an abandoned factory. You had a flashlight in your hand. You shine around you; all you see metal walls around you. Behind you was a large double metal gate. You don’t see any source of activating any gate. You think that activating device in the abandoned factory.
You start walking and shining your flashlight down the long hallway. You walk and walk. You weren’t alone in the abandoned factory. You feel there someone or something watching you every steps you move. You decide to turn around; there was nothing until you turn around… A dead man is hanging from the ceiling. You jump and fall on the floor. You look up one more time there was nothing. You realize the oxygen is lowering. You feel tired and weak.
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
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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