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people come into our lives for a reasonjust wanted to make a fake start for a story i have wanted to do for a while. sorry twilit i
didn't ask your permission to use toran but the story mainly features ember and is kinda short.
Many people say there are 3 parts to life, before you meet someone who changes you,meeting that person who changes you and after you meet them. I have not meet that person yet.
I wonder who it will be, I hope it is the green clad blue eyed hero. Or maybe a new leader will come to power in Hyrule. I can't predict that. Oh I have to recount the day for the records.
We killed 3 monsters today and over-powered a girl of the shadows. I wonder what the princess will have me do with her.
-for the records of days, captain of the north guard, Ember, 38 days till the 10000 anniversary of the founding of Hyrule.
I think apon looking back at the old text I am falling apart. I found the person who changed me and boy was i surprised. I had gotten a girl of the thing i despised, shadow.
I wake up some nights
sameA writer and a god are the same,
both spin worlds into life,
both are smug and proud,
both can make a hero.
A painter and a god are the same,
they both take your breath away,
they are both moddest,
both can shine like stars.
A painter is so much more than a writer,
a painter can use colors to give you more than a thought,
a painter can make shapes and wonder,
a painter can put a disign onto the world.
A painter is so much less than a writer,
a writer can make a story,
a writer can give a tought a life,
a writer can let a mind run wild.
A painter is just the same as a writer,
Lines of a story like brush marks,
emotion and color all about,
a heart and a soul into the work.
giftedsisters. we are sisters. we were sisters.
A gust of wind can stir more than the leaves of fall. It can stir animals but most importantly memories. Both sad and happy.
It almost seems funny how my life changed. All in the events of one day. It started one year ago to date. A normal 16 of October.
...a year ago...
"Sis, the pasta is ready. wonder when Kim will be back." My older sister Sarah was making pasta and pizza at the same time while i tried to stay out of the way. Then at when the old clock above the stove hit 8 on the dot Kim walked in.
Kim is always on time. I swear she must be waiting out side and timing her entrance. "Hey sorry i had to work late. hard to keep this place here". she flopped down on the couch and yawned.
"I take it you will skip dinner again tonight Kim. I wish you wouldn't all this lack of food must be killing you". Sarah chimed in making an all to serous remark into a bad joke.
"No Sarah. I will be eating with you. Make me a lot". she slumps further into the
warok so this goes with my two other horsemen stories.
this is seen through the trird person.
The plane soared down and landed lightly on the makeshift landing pad. "All adoard" a man called from the side jokingly and then in a military manner yelled"flight 37 is here".
a man walks nonshaluntly over to a crowd of weary army men. "Mike why does the plane always come at one in the morning" a man in the crowd asks half joking half truthful. The man who had been walking over, Mike smiles and says " the company hates us bill it hates us". they both grab their bags and follow the rest of the croud.
The man who had been next to the plane jumps aboard the stairs and makes a joke. The reason the army men took the XL french line was that they had offered to come and take them home three weeks before the goverment plane could come.
The plane is high in the air when jim starts to talk "mike, i have a story". Mike turned around. "jim has a story. What has caused you to talk about yourself ?" jim smirk
can you hear me
can you hear me now?"
The voice called over the broken inter com. "The Maspians are hear" then a scream.
The TV goes black and the white text credits start to role.
The man on the couch sighs and opens his laptop. In an email to a Naghtag@gmail.com, Mary is dead to bad she was the best. he sighs and checks the clock. 9:16, he still had time to watch another episode.
The doorbell rings, he runs downstairs and opens the door with a surprised look. "Sam?"
10 minutes before
A girl stands alone in the rain. Her eyes are a dull grey and worried. She shields her eyes to check the street sign.
She smiles and runs as a flash of lightning lights the empty streets. She knocks on a door after checking the number twice. She sighs and apologizes to a woman who opens the door, "wrong house".
The rain seems to pour harder on her and she runs as fast as she can. Her foot hits a lose stone and she falls head over heels. On the verge of rage she stands up now more soaked than
btw this story is told through the eyes of a coworker and is a companion to pestilence.
The room would have been quite and it was compared to the ear bleeding silence. Every one is talking and chatting, then the bickering lunch room goes silent. We are all expecting Sillia to come in as cold as ever.
We all breath a sigh of relief as the old receptionist, Lucy Andriesa. "Hello, I am here to recount a tale in memory of our dear Sillia."
I can tell she is being sarcastic but still staying nothing, waiting to hear the story. It can be one of two things, how Sillia cam to the firm or why she didn't come into work today.
"Well I think I should to tell you what happened and how Sillia came to the firm". I smile and ask " why is this breaking news?" Laughing for the first time at a joke since seven years ago. Joe retorts, "reasons"
" It was a February about seven years ago. The heat was broken that week so we were all bundled up in coats like bears hibernating for winter.
The clock was
The idiot girl who runs this acount let me in to her comuter. I hitched a ride on a drawing this other girl sent, a drawing i think it was. I'm pixel. I now can do anything i want on this computer. I might as well tell you where I came from and what role I play. I was created not so long ago my a man from MIT.
He wanted to make a program that could represent human life and ideals. well as you know the story to well you know he fails in the morality part. Thus creating me as a guiltless killing mashine. but that is all boring.
I'm here to tell a story, and i swear it is true. it is how i woke up. You see if anyone else told this story it would be long and gloryless but I am not anyone else.
I always though it would go something like this.
A young woman sits in the ramshackle apartment eyes fixed on her dusty computer screen, long lines of code scrolled across the screen. "almost here" the girl holds the sylbols till the text on the srceen turns green. "I'm in" she scrolls d
do you want to kill a snowmanspades? [knocks]
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
Come on, let's make her pay!
you know it’s time to end the universe
‘cause it can’t get much worse
so do just what i say
you’re not supposed to kiss her
you’re supposed to kill
don’t make me auspisticise!
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
It doesn't have to be just snowman...
Go away, scratch
she’s gonna die
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
and the rest of the felt too?
i’ve got some clocks around you can smash up
stop acting tough
i know that you want to!
(have some scotty dogs)
It gets a little boring
you know i Just want to die
(tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock)
slick, please I know you're in there
or is it jack it’s hard to tell
i’m omni-potent and i know that you
really want to kill her to
send her to hell
you know we have the same goal
we both want me dead
and both want to kill her too
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
silver part 3 or endI know i know a fairy stone is not a real item but I only used it because i wanted something to make something that will help emerald evolve into a fairy type^^ thank orange lanterns and golem for the intro part
I wake up to find eevee training on the large bolder I had used to cover up the cave. "Good morning" She does not even stop to say good morning in return.
"Sorry" she says a little later when she is out of breath from using shadow claw to many times. I need to explore the creepy cave again. "What is your name?" She smiles and replies "Emerald".
I stand back prepare a pin missal, I jump from side to side making small cracks in the rock till it crumbles. "WOW" I smile at the compliment. we step side by side into the dark cave, Emerald in shaking slightly in both cold and fear.
I run down the path I didn't take before and only stop when the decline ends. "Where are we?" I sigh not knowing the answer myself. I trod along noting the silence and emptiness all to soon.
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 3.5“How long do you think you’ll be?”
“Less than 5 minutes” Leo mumbled catching a lift and then running over to the apartment. He then stood triumphantly as He saw The Boss still on his phone.
Kyle grunted. “Show us something we would actually find amazing…like a disappearing act!” he made a funny gesture with his hands before putting on his jacket. Leo let out a bitter laugh.
“Nah, I don’t do disappearing acts but I see you do them quite often.”
“Boys!” The Boss snapped, waving his walking stick around. “We’re going to get late!”
“Let’s get going.” Damien chuckled while he dodged an angry swing of the horrid stick. “It shouldn’t take long to get there.”
Leo nodded and walked back out of the front door, with The Boss, Damien and Kyle following. As they walked into the lift, The Boss decided to give the young male agents one of his…’talks’.
TnM ~ Un Amor Inmortal ~ Capitulo 16Isabella: Le diré a tu padre que fuiste a lo de Jazz - me susurró y acto seguido me guiñó el ojo. Acto seguido la abracé demostrando aprecio y agradecimiento.
Abrí la puerta y pude sentir la ligera ventisca que soplaba contra mi cara. Luego de que oí cerrarse la puerta de madera, empecé a dar mis primeros pasos hacia adelante. Estaba un poco nerviosa, y siendo sincera creo que me veía fatal (llevaba puesto unas botas marrones, un jean, una blusa blanca y una campera negra) y en realidad quería dar una buena impresión, ya que eran los padres de mi. . .
Y ahí fue donde a mitad de camino me detuve repentinamente. Thomas no es mi novio, no me lo ha preguntado todavía. Pensé. Empecé a sudar en frío y recordé lo que decía el mensaje de Thomas. Por un lado estaba feliz, el chico al que amaba probablemente me pediría ser la novia. Avancé.
TnM ~ Un Amor Inmortal ~ Capitulo 17Thomas: Porque eres genial. - dijo. Sentí que me sonrojaba cada vez que él me decía cosas así.
Hubiéramos quedándonos mirándonos hacia los ojos durante toda la noche, pero el sonido de la puerta cerrándose de un auto nos sacó de trance.
Thomas: Llegaron- susurró.
Sentí que pronto me iba a desmayar, cayéndome no solo al piso. Sino a un profundo nerviosismo. No sabía porqué estaba tan nerviosa, pero lo estaba. Era como una situación de vida o muerte.
Thomas me agarró por los hombros al captar que iba a desplomarme.
Thomas: Hey, hey - susurró tratando de que lo vea a los ojos - Les caerás bien, a quién no podrías caerle bien? - preguntó tratando de levantarme el ánimo, y resultó.
Le dí una sonrisa en forma de agradecimiento y me puse totalmente de pie. Me dí media vuelta y dirigí una mirada calmada a la puerta de entrada. Al abrirse, dejó el paso a d
Boo-Boo the CatRenee groaned a bit, looking at the bathroom counter in front of her. She couldn't really expect much, to be honest. She was using a public bathroom in the middle of a park outside of a concert, so she couldn't really expect a clean surface... She looked around, trying to find somewhere to put her bag so that it wouldn't get soggy from the wet surface. When it almost seemed hopeless, she spied a baby station hanging on the wall. With a sigh of relief, she walked over, opening it and setting her bag on it.
As Renee walked back over to the mirror, she heard a banging on the door. "Occupado, fuckwats!" Renee yelled behind her, as she leaned in, observing herself. Red mohawk, green eye shadow, purple lipstick... A loose tanktop, cut up in Renee's boredom, and some fishnet stockings, on top of a pair of high heeled boots. Renee smiled to herself, walking over to her bag, her bottom swaying in her black leather skirt. It wasn't a very normal look, but it was HER look, and she loved it! "Just
Grand Theft Analysis: PrologueDomino City...the City of Luck. If you were to ever take the Ponyville Express all the way to the end of the Juniper Line, you’d find a bustling metropolis of ponyfolk from all over. One could see it’s tall skyscrapers from miles around and at night, it’d be a beacon of hope and light from miles around. It’s one of THE hottest tourist locations in all of Equestria. What’s not to love? As big as Manehattan with a nightlife just as exciting as the Strip from Las Pegasus, some ponies would even call it a paradise to live there. Paradise...for the ones who are lucky enough to capture its essence. And for the ones that aren’t...trouble in paradise is always right around the corner.
Gather around...it’s time to set the stage for a story that will rock Domino City’s underground to it’s core.
For the ones who live in the paradise of penthouse suites and high rollers a-plenty, a pegasi, a lonely artist, has climbed to the top from almost not
Sometimes people so strong, just have enough of this cruel world,
Enough of the harsh words said and bad things done to them,
Coming home from school you sit on your clean floor,
Looking around, tears in eyes trying to stay calm you reach for a box,
A perfect little shoe box that had been sitting under your bed for two years,
Opening it you see a jar of pills, a knife, a blade, rope and a gun,
A note folded up perfectly at the bottom you look at it,
Tear drops fall on it and you grab it one last time, reading it over,
You nod and put it on your bed,
Taking the blade you prey not knowing what's going to happen,
"Dear god, if you're listening please hear this. I'm sorry for being a failure, please look after my family, best friend, boyfriend and everyone I know."
You talk and talk as if someone was listening,
At this point you don't even know anymore,
"Thankyou for letting me live this long."
You end your prayer and you start crying so much,
Thinking deeply you pick up the blade
Thomarie ~ La Confesion ~ Capitulo 26 ~ Parte 4Phineas: Isabella! Llama a una ambulancia. - Entendí mientras todo parecía dar vueltas muy rápidamente. Mi papá me tomó por los hombros y luego con delicadeza (pero a la vez, rápido) me cargo como Thomas en otras ocasiones lo había hecho. Corrió hasta la entrada un mamá abrió la puerta indicando que enseguida venía la ambulancia. Mamá se acercó a mí y en un par de segundos ya tenía un buen y apretado vendaje en donde la lunática me había clavado. Sentía que el vendaje se empapaba de a poco.
Isabella: Descuida, cariño. Resiste por favor. - Escuché apagadamente mientras mis ojos se cerraban. Sentí una lágrima caerme sobre la frente.
Luego todo se oscureció para mí.
Un par de horas más tarde. . .
Vanessa: Estás seguro, Tom? - preguntó mi madre acerca de seguir en la sala de espera del hospital.
Quote/ Witty banter Reference - part 8UNTIL I MAKE PART 9 THIS SHEET WILL BE ADDED TOO!!!!!
To help make up for the fact that I'm not a team of highly skilled writers/comedians with many months to collaboratively work on my stoylines and such until they reach an acceptable level, Ive been working to create a large quote-reference for myself out of any jokes, witty remarks, or insightful thoughts i think might be useful sometime in the future, that way when I come to a part of any fanfic or whatever that calls for a joke or some clever dialogue, I just search though my references until I find one that can be altered to suit my needs. Although sometimes simply reading all the funny quotes is enough to make me come up with my own joke.
these pages draws from the creeper, freakazoid, batman, joker, deadpool, jhonny bravo, spiderman, the webcomic Basic Instructions, invader zim, the simpsons, the flash, futurama, dilbert, the tick, animaniacs, superman, a few peoples signatures, Beetlejuice,The Mask, red vs blue, ambush bug, ad
Papa Russia x Wounded Child Reader chapter 1
Disclaimer I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR THE PICTURE!!! BUT I DO OWN THE STORY!!
Wrote by :iconzadie39:
It was Like any other day for Ivan he was with his friend Yao , But this time on a Plane again...
" Are you sure you don't want a Parachute?" His friend asked worried," Niet, I'm Russian I know everything about snow Da?." Ivan said cheerfully, Before Yao could say anything else Ivan had jumped "VODKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Ivan Yelled, "AI YAH!! IVAN THE-" Ivan was turned over in midair, his back facing the ground , someones grip tightened around him, Ivan was about to look when he hit the ground,but for some odd reason it didn't hurt,He got up and looked below him,in terror he saw a small child hardly breathing,Did he accidentally land on her?, No how was that possible a child being in the middle of nowhere? He crouched down and picked her up "Yao! Drop the Ladder!!" , Ivan looked for his friend in the Plane " I'm Over Here Aru!!
Ashes endI feel my blood rush, these men have killed I can see it in their eyes. A police man jumps out of his car, he holds up his gun, not to me but to them.
"Miss, thank you for your work but we don't want you to get hurt so please step away". I nod to the officer and reply "I can handle myself". He tells me again to get out of the way.
I stare at him for a moment then jump forward striking the doctor with my hands. " ashes to ashes dust to dust". His coat turns to ash and he is taken aback.
The officer looks confused but stands his ground just in case I fail. The doctors friend pulls out a gun and fires. I'm not afraid for some reason, I just hold out my hand and it turns to dust.
I rush up at the taller one with the gun, I grab his middle finger and it turns to ash. It is quite gruesome to look at but he stares at it for a minute.
I am on the the other one, he has pulled out a knife. Despite his shortness he is fast, almost to fast. He grazes me the first time then cuts deep into my right
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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