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_____ sighed as she stabbed passively at her breakfast. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t seem to get her friend Matthew out of her head. She had visited him the day before, but she had noticed that he wasn’t quite himself. Although he was almost always forgotten and/or ignored he was still happy and optimistic. But when _____ had visited him, the happiness and optimism were gone.

“Are you alright, ma chère?”

_____ blinked turning her head to face the person speaking to her. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she replied. She played a bit more with her food, then sighed again. “Francis, do you know what&rsq

Yeah I May be selfish 2p!GermanyxReader COM

Yeah I May be selfish
2p!GermanyxReader COM

I’ve had loved this one girl. But I told her I like my beer more. She left. I liked this other girl. I told her I liked my guns more. She left. Then there was this other girl, I told her the same stuff but she didn’t leave like the others. That was surprising. Instead she stuck around and acted rougher and less fragile. Almost as if it would change my mind about what I said. And to be honest I kind of liked it. Not that I’d go off screaming it from the roof tops or anything.

This frau I’m talking about has (h/l) (h/c) flowing hair. Sparkling (e/c) eyes that shone brig

Kankri X Reader: IndecisiveYour lusii argued in the foyer of your hive while you sat on the couch, speaking with Kankri about multiple subjects, which happened to include your ‘special’ family in the first place. Though, that’s what allowed you to develop a flush crush on the slightly elder in the first place. Heh…

“I h9nestly h9pe I d9 n9t trigger y9u in anyway p9ssi6le with my particularly 9ffensive language that I w9uld 9therwise never use, however, y9ur lusii are rather indecisive in their very simplified means 9f persuasi9n. They seem t9 6e gr9wing pr9gressively farther apart every sec9nd, and it w9uld sadden me t9 see y9u 6e t9rn 6

Clumsy Acquaintance [Chekov x Reader] Fortunate enough to have a wealthy and friendly classmate in your graduating class of 2261, you were now spending your grad night on Rigel II, an M-class planet in the Kandari sector of the Alpha Quadrant and notorious for its reminiscence of 21st-century Vegas, Navada back home on Earth.

The Cabaret, a popular club, was currently occupied by some 130 new graduates, among which was you. Jack and Sylar had demanded you accompany them, and since they were your only friends on this outing, you had agreed.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the atmosphere; the loud, fried electronic music, the scantily dressed men and women performi

Reader x Feferi: Water(Basic title is basic-)
'Hey there ___! I'm so so so sorry for such a short notice, but I'm going to be gone until November! I got picked to be on the swim team! Well, for the soon-to-be Olympics, that is!
Wish me luck, I'll sea you later!
-Feferi 38D'
You had to have read that darn note ten times all ready.
Today. Yesterday was twenty-seven times.
You need a new habit.
It crumpled in your hand as you grit your teeth, throwing it onto the ground with a small sob.
Your name is ___ ___, and your technical 'ex' girlfriend (or gillfrond, in her case), Feferi Peixes, died one week ago.
Or, because you keep track, one week, two hours and seven seconds ago.
...
And counting.
She was the best swimmer in the land, probably in the whole world, but she had a weird paranoia of going into water more than ten feet deep.
Sure, some little kids despise deep ends, but Feferi flinched at the mere sound of it.
You blame the Olympic practice team for it all.
No, not for her paranoia, as that has bee

Monotone: Chapter 1

Monotone: Chapter 1
by ~MikanRin02

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"A purple butterfly on your right shoulder.
We kissed in the corner of the room.
I learned what it’s like to have a heartrending feeling.
Sounds of a piano rebounded, dissonance in my head..."

The Kagamine twins, Rin and Len, were currently performing one of their favorite songs, Butterfly on your Right Shoulder live in Tokyo, Japan. The audience screamed and cheered for the twins as they sang and dance to the song. Every now and again, Rin and Len would glance at each other and smile. It looked as if they were in perfect sync with every move they made, and every note they sang.

However, the au

-* Forever Founded *-* F.A.C.E. X Little!Reader *-

Tears began to form, as the young [Name] searched anxiously for her mother in the vast park. The poor little one had been searching for her for quite a while, and the sun was already beginning to set. With the girl under a large tree, [Name] sat in defeat, with legs pulled close to her petite body.

"Mommy," she choked out, as her tears finally created a stream down her delicate face.

[Name] never felt so alone without her dear mother. It was so unusual for this to happen, she was always with [Name]. But then during their playful game of hide and seek, the amused daughter turned curious why her mother couldn't find her sooner after 10-20 min

A Father's Day Surprise.

A Father’s Day Surprise.
By Lysa Baker.
June 15th 2013.

“Push Cade c’mon... You’re doing great.” The nurse at the hospital told me as I laid in a hospital bed, straining and gritting my teeth to deliver a baby that I didn’t even know existed within me until now.

My name is Cade Allen Walkine. I am twenty four and a baseball player for my college team; The Falcons.

Up till now I have just been doing my thing. Playing for the team, chilling with my friends in our dorm, and just being me.

I never noticed anything unusual that would classify as a pregnancy... I never had morning sickness, hardly gained any

Empty Room 'I guess I'm a record you're tired of, I guess we're just older now'
- Keane.
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cut out my eyes and leave me blind'
- Hurts.

I slam the front door shut aggressively and lean against it. Completely crushed inside. I clench my eyes shut angrily and tighten my fists. I can’t believe it. It’s over. T

Fratello, Don't Leave Me (Italy Brothers)“Dammit Italy, why the hell are you so embarrassing?” Romano scowled.
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Romano huffed, knowing he would never get a girl. Italy was better at everything, so why even try? He sighed again.
Later that day, Italy dragged Romano to a movie. It was about a guy who killed his brother to get the girl. It worked for a while but then the murderer got caught. Whatever. But then a thought came to mind. What if Romano could do it and get away with it? Romano smirked. He now knew what to do.
That night, Romano prepared his tools. Chloroform, check. Dagger, check. Ropes, check. He felt a little guilty, but it was for the better good of him and their country, right? He scoffed. Their? He meant his. It’s his country now.
Later, Italy was asleep, so Romano snuck up on Italy. He was ab

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~Reader-chan~

"Please tell me it's available!" I thought to myself as I went to the Vocaloid store. I looked around looking for the specific Vocaloid I'm looking for.

AHA!

I looked at the glorious package in front of me. "SeeU" The cute Vocaloid with long, wavy, blonde hair, nekomimi ears and an adorable school uniform sort of outfit! Perfect! With SeeU's Japanese and Korean vocals, I can make some awesome songs! Maybe I could ask Im Yong to help me later. Kiku's not here at the moment...

~Time skip of faith~

Holding the package of SeeU with her voicebanks that I recently bought, I quickly rushe

Serenade of Sorrow ~ Austria X Reader1Serenade of Sorrow ~ Austria X Reader

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I never really believed in magic. I thought it was childish superstition. But when I heard her play it felt like a fantasy. I was mesmerized. I’m going to tell you how I met her and how spending time with her was like a fairy-tale.

I was outside taking my usual walk. I was passing by the park I heard a sound. I got curious and decided to find out what it was. As I walked toward it I realized it sounded like a violin. As I got closer I saw it was a girl. She has (h/c) hair and was wearing a (f/c) dress which blew softly in the wind. She has her back to me so I couldn’t se

The Black CatNow, you’re too young to remember the early to mid seventies, but it was a time of very different fashion styles colliding with each other. As a contrast, consider this art gallery owner I paid a visit to who lived in Kentish town.

This would have been about 1974, and I had established a little bit of a name by this time. Anyway, this particular Saturday night I climbed over the back fence of her little residence, and made my way in the darkness across the lawn.

Opening her back door was easy - no need for heated screwdrivers, not when a sheet of paper under the door and the judicious use of a pen would get the key over to the other

Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 22

Chapter 22: Is there a doctor in the house?

Tempest and Rainbow Dash soared high into the snow-capped mountains as they overlooked the now speck-sized Ponyville in the distance. Wherever she was taking him, she wanted them to be alone. Already the temperature was beginning to drop, and he could feel the light touch of tiny snowflakes shower his face as they rocketed to their destination. Not a word had been spoken the entire trip, but when the two had passed through a thick fog that blanketed the valley of the peaks, Tempest’s keen eyes spotted a massive mountain that towered above all the rest surrounding it.

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The dark room in the back of the house always frightened her a bit, but South couldn't help but be curious. Her husband would periodically go into that room to clean, but he always came out a little while later, covered with dust and claiming that he didn't get much done.

She opened the door slowly, the old hinges creaking a bit. She looked over her shoulder fearfully, even though both America and Lithuania were at a world meeting, yet another she wasn't allowed to attend. She wasn't allowed to do a lot of things.

She took a few tentative steps into the room, her boots clacking on the concrete floor. Boxes lined the walls and were stacked p

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TWSSC-AA.This is an introduction of my life, short as it is, it's not entirely my fault, but it has been quite some time since my last breath was taken from me. A tragic comedy I guess you can say. I don't even know how I got here, just the events leading up to it.

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A Broken.I come from a broken home,
with a broken mind,
a broken soul,
a broken, empty hole.
(This solitude is so cold...)

The broken, empty hole, seeps out my heart,
lets it fall,
lets it rot.

I only know a broken love,
with broken people,
in a broken abode.

We sing a broken song,
of all those broken,
who are now long gone.

I live in a broken world,
full of broken people,
we try to fix the world by a tight furl.
(Everything oozes through the crevices...)

I see with broken eyes,
this broken place will be never be,
not with these cracked skies...

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to a place untold.
To feed the soul,
to be very bold.

Madness all around,
from all the obscured sound,
it's all in the mind,
shut your ears,
be blind.

Never know their thoughts,
to stay this way,
it take more than a whole lot.

Stay in the imaginary world,
on the broken floor,
stay curled,
don't make a sound.

Do not rise,
do not open the pounding door.

Make them leave you alone,
pretend to be dead.
You have sins to atone,
into your dark world, you are lead.

The only place to be,
where only you can see,
you are the Alice,
they are the Queen.

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set your sails f

Liars and GluttonyI pray you find happiness amidst all your lies,
in a place where all your hopes and dreams dies,
everything you've said you turn around in all denies,
you'll regret it and begin your hopeless cries.

One after another they leave you here,
you finally caught up with nothing left but a tear,
the fuels of your lies turn around in to fire you seer,
the gates of Hell only draw near.

Pray for you sins as dutiful as they were,
each one of them you manage to occur,
used so many times they become a blur,
the broken people's bloods begin to stir.

With all your knowledge of your true self how do you feel?
Obviously you shouldn't feel so real

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to a place never far and never near,
taking all our items loving and dear,
never looking back to this place veer.

I want to run away and never be found,
a place I know where I'll be safe and sound,
somewhere I can survive all around,
somewhere that isn't home bound.

Living a lie that isn't mine,
at the table shall I meet the Devil to dine,
I walk a straight line,
crooked and twisted but it's still very fine.

So give me some sort of sign,
of the Almighty Devine,
I need you to call mine,
where the stars in the sky align.

Come to me in this place,
with your pure face,
save me from this eterna

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The Brass Room

by ~motionlessdoll, Mar 15, 2012, 7:18:30 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

There is a world beyond my reality, and into my dreams.
A magical place that isn't so special.
A room that doesn't exist, here it does. Only in my dreams.
Every time I visit this place, it's so hidden, and I don't think I should knock.
It's a tight squeeze in, but wary, things are not stacked properly, yet the never wobble, they never fall.
A room of brass where the bathroom should be.
Along the walls, overflowing shelves of lamps, cups, and containers litter the room neatly. I never touch anything, and I never know the purpose of this place.
It's a nice place, how bright but dull, a place I like to explore.
I hate to leave, but what lies beyond the imagination is left to the imagination.

The Brass Roomby ~motionlessdoll

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

In my dreams, I am in my great grandmother's house...And where her bathroom should be, there is a small door. That small door you have to jump in and squeeze your way in. And when you're inside...there's just towers and mounds of brass objects. I felt like I needed to let my thoughts out about it because I went somewhere not too long ago, and they had shelves of brass objects. It felt so familiar.

~PaladinEclipse Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is really cool.

It has a sort of Alice in Wonderland vibe to it in the sense that the imagination and descriptions are almost little whimsical thoughts. I really liked it.

~motionlessdoll Mar 15, 2012

Why thank you ^^

I am not sure if it's Wonderland worthy, but it sure is my Wonderland!

~PaladinEclipse Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome! :3

I think it is!

And like you said, it is your Wonderland.

~motionlessdoll Mar 18, 2012

Indeed ^^ And thank you again, I am glad I gave you a glimpse into my Wonderland.

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