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A Whisper Of Worry
"The best gift she could have for Christmas is me being there on time." he thought to himself. He'd been away for a long time and was finally making progress homeward. His old green truck pushed forward as he struggled to keep it centred on the lane. The strong winter wind pushing the vehicle towards the middle. Eventually the old automobile gave in, just as another car came by. He swerved to avoid it with success, but at a cost in which his truck lodged itself into the snow bank beside the road. The tapping of wet snow against the windshield became instantly incessant. "How far is the house?" he wondered to himself. His conclusion was a full hour of walking. He quickly grabbed his flashlight and set out, determined to get home quickly. As he stepped into the cold pain of winter he realized he realized that he could take a shorter route by cutting across the snowy field beside the road. But it wasn't a field, rather a frozen lake. But that didn't matter to him, that didn't stop him fro
"Has there ever been a crazy person that wasn't dangerous?"
What do you mean?
"Like most of the time you see people with disorders who always get locked up or put on medication to cut out everything. Has there ever been a person who didn't ha-"
"Never? I mean they can't all be dangerous."
You know as well as I do that that's not true. Especially you, after what you've done.
"But why can't there just be someone who hears voices that don't tell him to do bad things?"
There are people like that, it's called the conscience, even you have one.
What do you think I am? There's no one in the cell except for you...
Artist Blue - You Are Not Alone
The woods are deep and dark, night has descended upon this planet. “Woods,” exclaims Catherine. “We’re always in woodlands, I swear, first it was Gameworld Gamma, then Shallana, and it just keeps going.”
“Oh hush, I thought you’d feel better after I got us behind stage to meet David Bowie.”
“I still can’t believe it.”
“What? That we met him?” asks Artist as leaves crumple underfoot.
“No, that he had an alien inside his stomach.”
“Hitchhiker, that’s what they’re called. It’s not like it hurt him.”
“You cut it out of him with a broken drumstick!”
Artist holds in a laugh. “I’m no Doctor, but he lived.” He pauses as he sees a green light in the distance, smothered by plant life. They carefully step forward to find a small village made entirely of wood. The beings there are a strange kind of humanoid, with thin fleshy skin, but with green glow
Look at him. That tool. He's just sitting there on the couch with a girl on each arm, while I sit in the corner, virtually invisible. They only hook to him because he's the generic Jersey Shore bugger, tan skin, sun glasses, and a thin stubble with part of it packed together because of his faulty smirk.
They drink, smoke, all that shit. I hate it. It can't be good for him.
I decide to leave, I go to the washroom to puke up my humanity. I step into the room and take a long look at myself. "Are you okay?" Asks one of the girls.
I look at myself. The tan, glasses, and the stubble. I'm the part of his personality he destroys to impress people.
I'm who he really is, he's what the world made of my body.
Artist Blue - Long Live the Love
In the vast wonderful existence that is the universe, there is a small grouping of land known to all as The Rings Of Akhaten. This area contains a menagerie of magnificent beings of all shapes and sizes, some that are even just coordinated colors. Artist Blue walks through these busy streets, he carries in his hand a hand-sized blue berry, which he happily munches upon. He leans in towards a man who seems to be staring into the distance, hes clearly a humanoid of some sort. Excuse me, sir, says Artist kindly.
He looks at the Timelord with a smile. Sorry, Im busy right now.
Artist looks around curiously. But you arent doing anything.
Nothing you can behold, fool, he protests rudely. Artist looks among the plethora of beings, hoping to find one with less attitude, he then leaves with a scoff. The man looks at him in detest, before being pulled back by a pale creature, eyes glowing red and fangs of great length. Before the
Painting In Madness
The painting rests on the dead house wall. A life sized portrait of a Asian woman laying on her back underwater. "This is the one," says the man in a fedora, cards numbered 10 and 6 in the brim, designed in style. He lifts it off the wall and places it very gently on the dusty cement floor.
"She looks so peaceful," says the girl with him, admiring the portraits almost, but not entirely, realistic beauty.
"Yeah, she does." He replies before looking at her with the smirk of a madman. "Let's wake her up." He dives his hand into the painting. Rather than his hand cracking against the cement, it enters the painting. He grasps the woman's shoulder and pulls her out of the water. She gasps for the air which she has eternally craved.
"How the hell did you do that?" asks the girl in stunned surprise.
"I'm The Hatter. Only the mad can do things which are truly of madness.
Artist Blue - The Lonely Assassin
America in the 16th century was a time filled with mystery and curiosity, but most of all it was a time of hardship, and a moment in human existence that was filled to the brink with a fear of the unknown. I shall return, speaks John White to the slowly forming English settlement below him as he stands atop a massive wooden ship. Soon this land will permanently become our home, Roanoke. It shall forever be remembered as a great triumph.
The crowd cheers as the ship sets its sails and travels far from the views of the ladies and gentlemen among this new colony. One of these women is named Margaret; she walks politely over to the edge of the village and stares into the lovely forest. Suddenly the leaves shake, source unknown. She cautiously peers towards the birthing area of the noise, only to jump in shock as it jumps out at her. A young native child runs immediately past her, screaming in his tongue, which is completely nonsensical to everyone around. The child
An Ode To Our Frozen King
The last words of Simon were "I do not believe in magic."
The things that were uttered after that brought events most tragic.
Upon his trek he found a girl named Marceline
Her later days have made her the vampire queen.
He protected her under his wing.
To keep his mind he needed to only sing.
He hoped for a place where everyone knew his name.
He forever teeters around, clearly insane.
His minions will walk around like mice.
As he wanders his kingdom of ice.
He is forever the ruler of a frozen wasteland.
Eternally forgetting the girl who once took his hand.
Artist Blue - Ouroboros
The red light sputters like a flashlight being used by a child. One moment it is there, the next it vanishes. One could easily begin to mistake it for a dying light bulb. Artist sits on the grate floor, back pressured against his jean jacket, which in turn is pressed against the glass pane. It must be from the concussion. The Timelord thinks silently. Another sentence enters his mind before focusing. I have to beat it.
Catherine stares into the eyes of the nightmarish snake, eyes red with blood and hate. Suddenly it flickers, the eyes become like that of a television screen with lack of reception. Darkness, Catherine stands in complete and utter darkness. She hears a familiar voice. Cat, are you okay?
She turns around, Artist, are you really here? She quickly finds herself inside the white cathedral-like console room of the TARDIS.
Artist walks forward, but his face seems mildly blurred, like a photograph that isnt quite developed.
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
New Personality TG I have been making gaming YouTube videos for over two years now. I put effort in and give my few fans what they want to see. I had 34 subscribers and each video received barely 20 views. I wanted to keep making content for the internet to enjoy, but was giving up on my gaming.
In hopes of finding new ways of creating more popular content, I asked my friends and family. My friends had little to say; I don't tend to get along with my classmates. I asked my siblings and cousins my age and none of them had any ideas, until I made contact with a fairly distant female cousin, Thalia. She was 3 years older than me and had a small beauty and occasional vlogging channel with nearly 3000 subscribers. I emailed her and she invited me over the following week.
She lived about 20 minutes away so I took the bus. I knocked and she hurried me inside excitedly. 'No-one's going to be around for a few hours,' She said before taking me up to her room. 'Would your parents be cool with t
TG Caption This: The Tree of Rebirth!
If there was a word for someone who had so much reverence for the natural world it was nearly a religion, that word applied to Ashton. Rare was the day that didn’t find him out exploring the undeveloped land around his home, wandering for hours even at the expense of his studies and social life. Nothing else mattered so long as he could feel the sun on his skin and smell the life all around him. Sometimes it felt like nature itself was his companion on those afternoon jaunts. The sun in rustling leaves was the face of his companion, and the babbling of streams her voice.
Of course, he was uniquely placed for such a life, high in the wilderness of Northern California. There were less than a thousand other people in the “city” he lived in, and a good half of them (including his parents) were too high or drunk to be aware of anything outside of themselves. The other half worked in the metal foundry that was the only reason the town existed, living from paycheck to payche
TG Caption This: The Tree of Rebirth!
Right now, Harley found himself at the entrance of a garden temple. Only days before he had nearly been killed by a sadistic band of Murderers known as the Laughing Coffins. He had fought them at first, but later ran away knowing the futility of being killed; death is permanent. Lonely, Disorientated and separated from his friends, it was only by chance that he had managed to stumble upon a neglected path. It ran for miles into forests, through valleys and under a mountain, but never did he even think of turning back. Eventually it took him to the base of a gargantuan and fruit-laden tree. Harley sparsely had any supplies of his own left and he knew he would have to scale it if he wanted to survive. It took him 2 days and 3 nights to climb leaving his hands red, raw and bleeding. Late in the morning of the third day he managed to clamber up into the canopy of the tree and to his surprise, along with a beautiful array of fruits, he found a wooden garden temple growing from the tree itse
In Glob's Hands
Jolly Jimmy was just your average living candy person. He spent most of his days in a big wooden house with a big chimney above a big fireplace. Everyone loved Jolly Jimmy. There wasn't a single day in which he was in a foul or lugubrious mood. People loved him and he loved people.
Then one day he invited a friend over named Berry Blombus, whom was a simple blueberry. They swapped many a story and much gossip which was spread far throughout the land of Ooo. "This is a nice fireplace." Said Berry Blombus in the most convivial of manners, holding a nice chunk of firewood in his delicious hands.
"Yes it is. But please don't add anymore firewood. I don't want to boil in here." replies Jolly Jimmy as he prepares a snack across the room.
As the fire was not lit, Blombus put the wood into the fireplace before continuing to chat with his oldest friend.
Later that night Jolly Jimmy decided to curl up near the fire and read the much heard about and disliked fan-fiction Fionna And Cake. He believ
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