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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
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
An overdue welcome homeExhausted and worn feet carried him into the forested camp. He had begun his journey "home" when the moon had been at its peak in the star dappled sky; however, the dawn had since arrived. A slight morning breeze ruffled his fur as he stepped over the soft, grassy clearing. Thankfully, many nests lay barren and empty as the warriors had already left for their patrols, though the few that remained to guard the clearing caught sight of him and began whispering. The commotion won the attention of his deputy who instantly deserted a group of cats still in search of jobs, though a dismissive flick of his ebony tail stopped the brute in his tracks. The silver warrior nodded curtly and returned to readdress the huddled cluster of taskless warriors.
With yellow eyes, Pigeondive stared up at the sky, wondering when the gorgeous dark pelted tom that she loved so much would return. She then began to wonder what would happen when he returned. It had been so long since they had been alone together.
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
His Favorite 9
“Harassment! Sexual harassment!”
“Oh wow, Kiba.” The class press looked at him dully “Seriously?“
“He’s right you know.” Choji intervened “You all ganged up on us.”
“Well, maybe if you guys were good at SOMETHING this wouldn’t of been a problem.”
“HEY!” ← all the boys chosen for cheer
“At least this way we’ll still be making points off of you guys for entertaining the crowed.”
“Like hell we will! We’re going to be the only class with male cheerleaders!!”
“How are WE suppose to compete with cute girls in mini skirts?!”
He had a point.
“Hmm, don’t know don’t care.”
“Oh yeah?! Well neither do we!” Kiba bolted up from his seat, jerking his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door with the other boys in tail. “Screw you guys, I am not
HPM: Race of RacesTu-Lu’s bright moon shone high above the treetops, outlining the crests of several bulging cumulous clouds, which basked in its calming luminance like a flock of lumbering sheep. Amongst the stars that dotted the heavens, tiny volbeats surged as their invitation to dance beneath the glowing sphere was accepted by their lady friends, who skipped across the sky, as spectacular as a shooting comet, complete with a trail of pursuing stars in their wake.
Beneath the nighttime canopy, a small gathering of villagers sat round in a circle. Though the radiance of the moon was strong enough to light their nocturnal meeting, a small bonfire was constructed earlier in the evening to shoo away unwanted pests, warm chilly hands, and set the mood for a number of stories that needed to be retold.
Rhyona was among the townsfolk who decided to stay several hours past the Daisy Stakes event. She was seated upon a log she found in the woods, noiselessly listening to the idle gossip of her companions
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
Ari's Poem (pt2)We got together a month later. We had talked almost every single day and learned about each other. I found out her heart condition was incredibly rare, and was incurable. But she was having it treated. She was everything I wanted in a girl. She loved classic rock, she loved cats, she was an artist and a poet, and she could sing like an angel. I still listen to the recordings of her singing and reciting poems in my ipod. And even better, she was also sixteen. We met one day at a park near her house and there; I invited this angel into my life. We walked along the walkway that led to a bridge over a pond in the park. We stopped and looked out at the water.
Then I took a deep breath and said, “Ari, I need to tell you something.”
She looked at me and smiled, “So do I. But you go first.”
I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Ari, I really think you’re an amazing girl. You’re so full of spirit and kindness, and there really is no one else in th
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
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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