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Kraybecca AU - Whispered Words"So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight. He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart he's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do He's the time taken up, but there's never enough and he's all that I need to fall into. Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see "
Rebecca had always considered herself to be very confrontational when it came to situations that caused her to hurt or ache. She always faced the problem, because how else would it be fixed? However, there was always an exception to every rule, and in this case, the expectation was Krayonder. Singing that song about him, seeing his face stare out at her, concerned, worried it broke her heart, because she knew he would never love her. So as soon as the last note ended, she did something that caused self-loathing to rise up inside of her. She ran.
She didn't k
LITS - Chapter One - AU BlinkBlink AU - The Doctor and Martha explore an abandoned house after The Doctor picks up strong residual time energy. With a single touch of an angel, they awake to find themselves in...London 2008? This was no time shift. The angels have pushed The Doctor through dimensions, precisely eight months after Rose Tyler said goodbye to him at Bad Wolf Bay. 10/Rose and Martha/Mickey
'-Seven-thirty AM and this is a song for those getting ready for or on their way to work! Enjoy!'
'Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's-'
The sound was cut off abruptly as a hand escaped thick, warm duvet covers, and hit the alarm clock at the top, before the occupant sat up, squinting slightly in the harsh light of the early morning. Mumbling something under her breath, the young woman shoved the covers off of her body, and stood before she stretc
Charlotte and Peter - Mordred's Lullaby
The darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Humming the now familiar lullaby, Charlotte stroked back young Peter Thomas's hair and smiled down at her young charge. Manipulating the boy had been easy child's play, even. The boy had been all too willing for her warm embrace, seeking her comforting presence.
She thanked Grace and Jamie's little red-head for bringing her pet to her. Little Peter had just been trying to find his younger sister when her uncles dogs had attacked. Wanting to avoid another lawsuit, Charlotte had gone in search of them and found the injured boy. Taking him inside, she had tended to his wounds, told him her name was Lottie, and that she would look after him. He accepted it easily.
Eyes glowing a light gold, Charlotte continued to sing, a small smirk on her face as she imprinted the words of her lullaby into the boys mind. Finding out he was t
Welcome Home - For LauraShe had waited many years to see him again. She had been despondent, when she realised what had happened to herself, wishing to go back to her family. She saw how they struggled without her, and for every tear they shed, she shed at least a hundred more. Marie was a very emotional person in that respects. It did sadden her that Al never tried to date again after she had passed on , though she could understand. Had the roles been reversed, she doubted she could love again, too.
There were many a time when she wished she could just sweep her girls up into her arms and hold them close, whispering soft words of encouragement to attempt to reassure them as they went through rough points in their life, but she couldn't. All she could do was send down positive vibes and hope that her girls would pick up on them.
Heaven was interesting, to say the least. She couldn't really describe it it was just timeless. All eras and ages, there was no limit, it was truly fantastic. Eventua
Jack - OriginJack Frost had always been different. All through his life he had been able to see things that no-one else could see. Shadows, shapes, sprites, goblins and gnomes, amongst other things. His parents had pinned it off as an over-active imagination, and as Jack grew older, he understood to believe in such things was unacceptable, yet he still saw them. Instead of telling people about it, however, he kept the knowledge to himself. Jack was seventeen years old when his life changed forever. A skinny, pale boy with messy brown hair and light blue eyes. He was nothing special, though he did enjoy flirting with the local girls, as he was blessed with good looks, much to his relief. He had lost the reputation for being a bit strange a long time ago.
"Mom I'm going out to collect the firewood!" Jack called out, pulling a brown cape over his shoulders and his boots onto his feet.
"Okay, but hurry back!" His mother called out. "There's said to be a big snowstorm heading this way! Biggest we'v
Tunior Oneshot - DanceStaring morosely at the dance-floor in front of her, Taz pondered how she came to be in this situation in the first place. Prom, arguably, was a monumental occasion for teenagers in general, but she never actually cared for dances. Not to mention she had actually been forced into a formal dress for the occasion. It was a scarlet satin number, which contrasted well with her skin tone, apparently. It was ridiculously low cut, but managed to boost up what cleavage she did have, to make it seem bigger, to her embarrassment. She preferred being covered. The straps were thick, and trailed over her shoulders where they then criss-crossed down her back, leaving a large patch of skin visible, and the remaining sash was tied around her waist and hung down at the back. The dress was long, reaching the floor, which was the icing on the top of the cake. She had point blank refused to wear high heels. Losing her dignity with the dress was enough. She had also refused any type of make-up, but had gru
The World of Magic part 1Prologue: From One World to Another
It was a beautiful day in Paris as a van drove up to what looked to be an old and abandoned factor. The van came to a stop as four figures climbed out of it.
The first was a grey raccoon with brown eyes and was wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, a blue shirt with a yellow collar, blue gloves with yellow bands around them, a yellow belt with a blue/yellow raccoon symbol in the middle of it, a brown back pack, a red leg pack, and blue boots. His name was Sly Cooper.
The second was a male turtle that was in a wheel chair and had on glasses, a safari hat with some pens and pencils being held by the band, bulletproof vest, along with a grey button-up shirt underneath his vest, grey gloves, and shoes. His name was Bentley.
The third was a pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with a yellow arrow on top, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them and red boots. His name
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
Inside The Wall'sOh good, Elvire thought, they finally left. She walked up the staircase, and pushed on the wall until it opened up. She was in the living room of a house, she had come from behind the bookcase. Elvire, walked into the kitchen and began to take small bits and pieces of the food. Not enough for someone to notice but enough to keep her going for a few more days. She brought the food downstairs and grabbed a bucket which she brought upstairs and filled with clean water. Knowing that the family wouldn't be back for a while Elvire started a load of laundry, singing and old Celtic tune, while she worked. After she had everything she needed from the house she went back downstairs closing the bookcase just as she heard the door open.
"Hello!!! Anyone home?" A male voice called. The house was silent, "Mom, Dad! You here?" he walked to the table and found a note there saying that his parent's would be out for a while. He sighed and sat down turning the tv on. Elvire could hear everything from ins
It's an Edd Life (EddXMarie) Part 2Edd stood outside of the cafeteria, waiting for his two best friends. He was marveled at the fact that Eddy might actually go through with this. After all, they were the Kanker sisters of course, the scourge of the Cul-De-Sac. Edd began to laugh at the thought, he never really thought of that since he saw her at the lake the last day of summer. Even before that, he had noticed a change in her. She had really tried to clean up her act. ‘It’s probably because of her cousin,’ he guessed, ‘he’s actually a nice guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was true.’
“Hey Sockhead!” Eddy’s voice broke Edd out of his train of thought. He looked up to see Eddy walking towards him with Ed hiding behind him. Seeing the comparison, Edd had just realized how tall Eddy had gotten over the years. He was still was short, but he had at least grown a few inches.
“Greetings gentlemen,” Edd said with enthusiasm.
“So where’s your gi
What even is Gardening? Errand #7 Ven gave a low yawn as he laid down on Brutus’ wooly afro. He was quite drained this morning as Brutus carried him everywhere. For once Brutus didn’t seem so serious like usual. In fact he seemed to have a slight smile at he trotted through the city. Ven was quite suspicious of Brutus’ action. Did he get hit by a happy beam? Or Simple Beam gone wrong… He said nothing however, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Brutus seemed to halt causing Ven to raise a lazy eye. He could several Pokemon planting berries, saplings even large trees in an open space. “You got to be kidding me…,” Ven muttered under his breath. I didn’t sign up for this… He draped the hood over his head not wanting to be bothered by others. His amber eyes peered through the shroud as he kept watch.
TF OCTF OC
//Paring: Future CrosshairsxSolar Eclipse
Summary: Solar Eclipse and Moonrider are running from Cemetery Wind, and then Crosshairs comes and saves the dayyy!//
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Veering right to avoid yet another explosion, Solar Eclipse hit the gas, peeling forwards. A little bit in front and beside her was Moonrider.
The two femmes had been calmly minding their own business when the humans from cemetery Wind came. Despite the two femmes having done nothing, the humans immediately fired upon them.
No questions asked, no nothing. They just attacked. So the femmes were left with little choice but to run.
Solar veered left, closing the distance between her and Moonrider. She stayed close behind her, knowing that if worst came to worst, they would be stronger together.
The two femmes
A Midnight StrollWinter brought cold temperatures and gray fog to the city of London and, as the residents went about their business, collars were turned up and everyone wore gloves.
For a Miss Rebecca Batley, the turn of weather was refreshing.
The air, though cold, was much preferable to the hot humidity of the summer. At least in the winter, the roaring fires in the bank she worked at did well in their job to keep out the chill that threatened to penetrate the marble halls where as there was little to do about the summer heat.
It was December 19th on this particular night and Rebecca had decided to stay late in order to get all the accounting done that she needed to for that week. With Christmas and the end of the year just around the corner, the bank was a busy place.
They had been so swamped that day that she hadn’t been able to do all of her work so she stayed until the street lights began to be lit outside.
“You’re still here Miss?” The voice shook her from her work
I was laid on the bed all alone for hours. I couldn’t tell if it was morning, midday, or late afternoon. I tried to reach for the clock. 16:48. “Just 4 pm?” I sighted. I couldn’t help finding myself stacked in my home’s time-zone. No matter how many days had passed, my “biological clock” wouldn’t follow the one on the bedside table. I stood up and opened the window. The atmosphere was unexpectedly dull and gray for a bright country as Italy. I shrugged. It’s probably for the best. Andrei would utilize the weather in the best possible way. He always does. For a moment I thought of letting the window open, so I would be able to hear the sound of Italy. The people. The children. The voices. The language. But I didn’t. The truth is that the only voices I wanted to hear were my family’s. My few friends’s. And everyone else’s I left behind. And these voices I could only hear in s
Yvaine - FriendYvaine had always resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to speak. The doctors said it was impossible, and she had accepted that fact with a simple nod. She wouldn't miss not speaking, because how could you miss something you never had?
It was frustrating however, to not be able to fully communicate her desires and needs to her family, and sometimes, she did wish she was able to speak so she could tell tell them what she wanted. But, she got through it with a smile, as she always did.
What hurt Yvaine most of all about being mute, was the way treated her. Just because she couldn't speak, it didn't mean she was deaf too. She wasn't a freak, she wasn't mentally retarded. She was just a thirteen year old without the ability to speak. She wasn't any less intelligent for it. She was smart, she was bright, and disregarding the bullies, she was happy.
Her siblings were protective of her due to this. Mainly Matt and Serena. Serena often made it clear that to pick on Yvaine w
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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