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Seth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On Tour

I met you in the suicide ward.

In a group therapy session they claimed would make us feel less alone, you sat across from me with your dark tussled hair and sunken eyes. You were wearing a stained denim jacket with patched elbows and torn sleeves. The group leader told each of us to go in a circle and exchange compliments with someone else to get the ball rolling. When the circle got to me, I told you your jacket made you look homeless and you told me my haircut made me look like an ugly dyke. We were both asked to leave. When we parted at the door, I told you to go fuck yourself and you told me to go to Hell.

Make a Wish

Bradley was a very shy guy and a horrible people person. It was hard on him to make friends and stick around in a crowd of people, but, he still managed to make a few friends here and there. However, there was one thing that stood out in Bradley that made him kind of depressed. He'd never had a girlfriend for as long as he had lived. Granted, he was only a Sophomore in high school, but the fact that he had never really been in a relationship haunted him. His friends tried their best to help him out; giving him advice, things to do and even tried setting him up with someone. They never worked out. With this generation constantly focused on

Katherine's KidnappingKatherine lay in bed. The young woman glanced over at the clock, it was nearly a quarter after midnight. She sighed, rolling over in bed. She couldn’t get to sleep. For a few minutes, Katherine tossed and turned, this was and that, trying to find a comfortable position. She rolled over and looked back at the clock; 12:17.
Just then, Katherine heard a noise, coming from somewhere in the house. The young woman sat up, listening intently in the silence for the sound. A moment later, she heard it again. The unmistakable sound of footsteps, moving slowly about.
Katherine’s heart raced. Someone was in the house! The young woman threw

Cat!EnglandxReader-DrabbleThe one who sat alone.
She saw one cat in the corner, watching the others. (Name) took a few steps closer. Suddenly the cat started jabbing at the air. Afraid it was aiming for her, (Name) took a step away from it. Yet the cats ears perked up mand blinked. It seemed it just noticed her. Even though at first it it looke at her, it turned it back to her. She found this so cute and went to pick him up. At first he objected with a loud meow, but when (Name) started petting him, he broke out into a few small purrs.
"I'm surprised you got him to do that." The employee said as she watched (Name) pet the young cat. (Name) just shrugged and looked down. The cat was a small scottish fold. It was white and had orange splotches, creating a poping background for his bright green eyes.
"I guess he likes me." (Name) replied as she scratched the cat behind the ears.
"Well, you should take him. Hardly anyone here can make him purr like that." The employee chuckled. The cat seemed to sh

Cat!SealandxReader- DrabbleThe one playing in a bucket
The woman's eyes locked onto a bucket.It was shaking and moving. This earned a strange from the Scottish fold walked by it. (Name) slowly made her way over to the bucket. As soon as she got close up to it she noticed two things. One was that it had a strange flag tied onto it, one she could not recognize the tiniest bit. The second thing was the small ball of fur circling around it.
With sense of caution far away from her mind, (Name) poked the soft fur. The cutest squeak came from the moving ball. It sat down and looked up to her with the most adorable look on its face. Now since she could see it clearly she that it was a small kitten. It was another scottish fold but it was different in coloring. It was mostly light brown , with the lower part of its face and it's chest white. Not to mention its sky blue eyes. (Name) knew this is the one she wanted. She tried lifting him out of the bucket but he mewled in protest and scrambled out o

Time (LokiXReader)Everything around me is moving too fast. I can’t catch up. My mental legs can’t run that fast. Everywhere I look, fingers are pointing at me, ridiculing me, even though I haven’t done anything wrong. Just let me sit here with my music to catch my breath. I can only run so fast.

A pat on my head made me open my once tightly shut eyes. My eyes laid upon a majestic god of green and black in front of me. His body stood up tall and proud, but his emerald eyes said other wise like he was reading deep into my soul. I saw his thin lips move, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. Slowly, his large hands moved to either side

Hugh's NoteI don't really think that I have to start off with all that formal things that people say you need on letters...But I guess that means that this'll have to start off with something other than that.
We've known each other for a while, haven't we?
I don't really remember how long it has been since the first time that we met but I know that it's been long enough for someone like you to know the real me and not the cold exterior I usually put on. But even still I haven't been completely honest with you even if I had made that promise...you've seemed to have forgotten it but you know how I can be with things like this.
But with that aside, I shoul

Hungover!EnglandxDead!Reader Rembering Sunday

Depressed! England x Dead! Reader: Remembering Sunday

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Arthur woke up from another restless night of dreaming, more like memories on loop for him though. Bad ones. He grabbed his shoes and put them on his feet carelessly and trudged on to start the day. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t hung-over. Not since all those days ago when he met you.

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what

The Death of Holy RomeThere was a knock on the front door. We were surprised, but Miss Hungary proceeded to answer it anyway.
Mr. Austria must’ve had some idea of what happened, because he sent me to my room, and told me I couldn’t leave.
I didn’t argue with him, and I sat on my bed, staring at the door, for a long time. So many questions ran through my head, like who was at the door and what was so important Mr. Austria and Miss Hungary weren’t willing to let me be there with them.
What is something happened to Big Brother Romano?
I let out a strangled cry, hoping that whatever happened, Big Brother Romano wasn’t involved.
I shook my head in desperation, trying to clear the thoughts from my head. Big Brother Romano was fine. He had to be. He had Spain watching him, after all.
The knock on my door was like a waking call. I looked up and said, “Come in,” slightly surprised. Mr. Austria and Miss Hungary both would just knock then enter, without waiting for me to tell

NekotaliaxReader Drabble SeriesName) rummaged through her compartment in her car. She was currently outside of Paws. It was a local charity at her town. It would allow anyone to foster stray cats in an attempt to make them ready for real homes. Currently, (Name) was going inside to donate some money and give a foster home to a cat or two. Maybe she would even keep them in the end. She had a certain paitence with cats and loved any type. Finally grasping some dollars the young women walked into the building.
Surprisingly it was quiet and loud at the same the. It was quiet because of the lack of adoptees, yet loud from all the activity happening from the cats. The cats were all behind glass in a huge room. Oh how she wanted to hug all of them! They varied in every way imaginable but all were just cute. There were the tiny kittens playing and the older cats snoring, how could she not take one home? She hurried up to an employee right in front of the door leading into the room.
"Could I please lo

Timeless"What time is it?"

"... The end."

TWG - An Unconventional Ceremony"Though spirits of the dead are readily seen, their cries shall not be heard. A great star shall fall and is followed by another, who shall reap havoc among the Clans. The spirits of malevolence must be stopped and the fallen star shall once more rise to greatness."

Patchstar blinked, taking in the information that Breezekit was telling her. He had mentioned Risingmoon's name, so the kit must be telling the truth...He really had been chosen by StarClan.

Patchstar had noticed that Pandamask had disappeared about two sunhighs ago, not a trace left. Her scent ended hear the FireClan border, but on the far East side, past even the Moon Tree. Se

No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”

“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. W

- storm -There was a storm, the first night he spoke to me.
Not that he was silent before, but so quiet he might as well have been. He struggled to wrap his tongue around a strange language, careful with the new words I taught him, as though saying them wrong would break them. For a long time he spoke a primal tone, whistles and chirps and calls of the forest animals, middle ground between our mouths- even once he found his voice in English, he still slipped into that bestial tongue when words were not enough. It lingered in his chest when he held me close, as a faint purr, or a quiet hiss when he hungered and I stepped too close. They were sounds straight from his heart, and that made them more potent than any words he would otherwise say, be they ‘stay away’, or ‘I love you’.
Still, he had a way with the little vocabulary he knew, creating complex stories from simple sayings. He told me, as I quaked under blankets and furs, that the storm was not to be f

Rise of the Mega Horse Part 4 END

All three flashlights whirled to shine on her face. That must have looked so cool to see a mare standing up to a full ten foot height and placing hands on her hips. If only she had a video camera to capture the view.

The thugs had ski masks hiding their faces, but she could easily smell their immediate fear. One was carrying a large sledgehammer in his spar hand, while another had the crowbar used to break the door.

"You won't be hurting Hazel, John, or anyone for that matter." Hazel snorted before flexing to make her muscles puff up. "Not while I'm breathing!"

The thugs took turns staring up at Hazel and each other

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93. Give Up I guess optimism and idealism will only get you so far, huh?

Halfway to Sinnoh, those words, as well as all those utter before and after, start echoing in her mind. Every yell, every plea, every single second of the fight plays over and over again, only to come back to that one scorn-filled phrase.

Optimism and idealism will only get you so far.

She is right. As much as Cally hates to admit it, Rose is right. Her beliefs had only carried her until the Magcargo shot Winnie down- no, before that. They'd really vanished the second Ob went down, leaving her frantic and lost.

She had simply given up. She'd fallen to her knees and waited f

39. DreamsThe roaring of the crowd beckoned Rosalina back on stage, even as she struggled to catch her breath from the last performance.

Chest heaving, she lifted her head slightly and peaked through the gap in the curtains. About a hundred people stared back expectantly, looking without really seeing, though they must have sensed her gaze, because the cheering grew louder.

With one last deep breath, she straightened, taking a moment to compose herself. Something clattered to the floor behind her, but she ignored it and gracefully raised her arms above her head.

The crowd roared again as the black swan reappeared on stage.

Quickly, she settled

80. WordsShe'd planned to spend the days after in silence, planned to spend them alone, locked in her room where no one could hear her cry, or see her face twist with grief. Megan was dead; she had a right to mourn however she pleased. She didn't want anyone's pity, or the half-hearted words that came along with it. She just wanted some time to think.

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Fate and Destruction: Ch. 1Back then, I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe that, after all that begging and pleading, Mother and Father had let me go. I wasn’t sure what had caused them to change their minds, though I was grateful all the same. I was going to the academy!

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92. All That I Have

by ~Ari-theCookieQueen, Oct 29, 2011, 10:01:02 PM
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Obsidian and Winifred were dead.

. . . . . .

Ob and Wini were dead, and not even buried. There hadn't been time. They were just sitting in their pokeballs, corpses taking up empty space. Her corpses- no, her pokemon- her starter and her first gone forever, their last mark a spec on the ever changing desert.

Cally could almost see the sand and winds shifting, erasing any trace of their valor, their existence, and finally taking them away from her forever.

They said that the desert consumed all, and now she could see that it was only partly true. The war- the awful, godforsaken war- had taken the rest. Her pokemon, her family, her region, her pride as a trainer, everything. All that she had.

She wondered what else it would take away.

92. All That I Haveby ~Ari-theCookieQueen

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Second thing I've written about Cally, and it happens to be the shortest piece I've written so far. Its only about a page in my notebook and half a page on Word.

It always seems like everything I write about Cally shows her in a negative light. Give Up had her as a vindictive bitch, and now she's wallowing in self pity! And here I've always thought of her as a cheerful girl.
I wonder if my writing is trying to tell me something. . .

-for the answer to the bottom question, see Give Up-

Comments welcome!

~vythefirst Oct 29, 2011

. . .it was right next to Give Up. You told me that you wouldn't take the other number because it was too close to another one haha!

And, yes, listen to your subconscious, it has a crazy amount of wisdom. *_*

~Ari-theCookieQueen Oct 29, 2011

Yeah, I realized that after, but I'd already gotten an idea for it, so I said 'screw it'. XDD Plus, that collumn around had like four in it. This ones only had two.

XDD Yeah, but that means completely changing the character.

~vythefirst Oct 29, 2011

Fine, fine. xDD

Well, it really just depends on her role in the story/rp. You say that she's supposed to be the happy, optimistic one of the group, but your writing has shown a more bitter, sorrowful side to her. Frankly, I feel like Marie's personality somewhat overlaps that of Cally, so a little change wouldn't be totally bad in my opinion. But it's up to you. xD

~Ari-theCookieQueen Oct 29, 2011

True, but you have to realize that Cally and Marie are almost never seen together. (They meet maybe a total of two times.) Plus, their types of optomism are completely different.

~vythefirst Oct 29, 2011

Well, okay, then don't change her. ^_^ She's really your character, and again I haven't seen all aspects of her personality yet, so I'd trust your judgement more than my own, haha.

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