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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.
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
Kazuto loved dub step, no he adored dub step from the snares to the chilling base drop just gave him the feels. After all who can't resist Skrillex, Knife Party, Waterflame, and Flux. Dub step was so amazing to Kazuto that he shared it everywhere, from social network to just showing his friends and soon all the boys in his school were listening to the form of electronic music. Whenever a new album or EP came out the boys would rush to iTunes or GooglePlay to buy it or even preorder the EP.
Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
The Note TG
Hiro watched the bustling streets as cars passed and pedestrians walked. He loved the city, he loved the atmosphere, the new places to explore, and the way of life. Because of these reason he decided to live in a metropolis: Tokyo, Japan. He got up stretching from the hard bus bench he was sitting on and said, "Where to next." Hiro was 20 just graduated from college, he wore geeky glasses, messy blonde hair sat upon his scalp, he wasn't muscular nor athletic, he was school-smart which didn't make him good with girls. Yet he retained a positive attitude despite how bad his social life was. He did though work for Apple because of his Master Degree in Electronics at MIT which allowed him to travel to Japan for his job.
He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed snatching the paper off his face. "What's this?" He wonde
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
[Human!HungaryX Dead!ReaderX Human!Prussia] Reboot
A room the darkness has come to love.
A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
The sun shone brightly on (town/city name), with hardly a single cloud in the sky. You were content with happily enjoying some ice cream with your friends Elizaveta and Gilbert. They often teased each other and you would sit back and watch, often video taping it on your cellphone. The happy days of summer vacation. You never wanted it to end!
You all did what you normally did- played pranks on neighbors and strangers, annoyed Roderich a little, and somehow even convinced your parents to let you spend the night at Elizaveta's (though, you didn't tell them Gilbert was coming, but that's just a minor detail~). That night, you all talked and laughed and played games in the dark.
"Hey, guys!" You got their attention, snapping your fingers in the mi
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
[France X Joan of Arc] Waiting Forever
**Quick Note- this is probably not historically accurate. I have tried in the past to try and get the facts and to get this as straight as possible, but if this isn't historically accurate, please don't chew me out in the comments. And also, please read description after reading! ~ChangeOHearts101**
*May 29, 1431. France is at the height in its revolution against England in the 100 Years' War, and the maiden that came from nowhere and seemed to be helping the desperate situation, was sentenced to death by Arthur himself. Francis loved her immensely. A ma'm who can do so much in so little time, and at such a young age, amazed him. It was strange for him, to love someone so fresh in life. But who was he to compare? Hundreds upon hundreds, thousands, of years ahead of everyone we walked with now.
And so, despite his hardest efforts to reject the deal, he was unable to. His citizens were blinded by a promise of plausible peace before them, and if sacrificing a girl was the only way through
Death Battle: The Heavy vs. Jinx
TFP: We've analysed the comments and finished comparing the weapons and abilities of these two iconic heavy gunners of Free to play PC games.
Jake: NOW IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!
TeuFort, the primary battleground between the two rivaling organizations, the Builders League United also known as BLU and the Reliable Excavation Demolition also known as RED.
Recently however a few of the mercenaries that were hired by these two companies had to deal with new enemies from some organization known as the United Assassins Association. The RED Soldier had recently returned from his fight with a certain "communist" and had been telling his fellow men at arms the story of the heroic battle.
However these fights with the assassins did little to hinder the ongoing war between the REDs and the BLUs and after a short minute of cease fire the carnage at TeuFort resumed. W
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
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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