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Up All Night - 1. Gotta Be You*Emily’s POV*

“You don’t know you’re beautiful…That’s what makes you beautiful!” me and my cousin belted out the last few lines of one of 1D’s hit songs. We fell in the floor, laughing and out of breath from dancing around the house. “What shall we do next, dear cousin?” I said, mocking a British accent.

“I really don’t know”, she sighed, pushing her hair back from her face. “I know! We can start up a marathon of cheesy romance movies.”

“We’ve got to be the lamest people on the planet right now”, I rolled my eyes as I sat up, mak

Those Who Care (Canada x Egypt)‘’re you a’right?’ Gasping in surprise, Canada lifted his head, red-rimmed violet eyes wide in surprise. The Canadian nation had been quietly crying in a spare room, the weight of being forgotten once again breaking his emotional control. Hearing the sobbing, Egypt had quietly entered the room, surprised to see it was Canada who was sobbing.

‘N-no, eh.’ Canada muttered, hiding his face behind his hands once more. Grunting, Egypt dragged Canada up, holding the nation upright by his shirt, towering over the northern country, who shrank back in fear.

‘’ou n’d to speak ‘p, ‘r no

ConnorxReader: Across TimelinesAcross Timelines
An Assassin’s Creed 3-Tyrrany of King Washington Reader Insert
Pairing: ConnorxReader
Warnings?: Mostly for violence.
…
Before flame was put to a torch, ’s eyes were already burning with a pyre of their own. Everyone inside the church at Concord was huddled behind the wooden walls. Men, women, and children alike feared the wrath of the bluecoat army and their unimaginably merciless leader, King Washington. Outside the city was already smoldering, lives being burnt away into the air. Washington’s army had surrounded them like wolves around a limping deer.
She knew little of Washington himself, but

Mozart HeartDear boy-with-the-mozart-heart,

I find myself comparing your eyes to Christmas morning- looking into them and feeling the comfort seeping out of their muddy depths and into my chest- the look you give that practically reaches out through the bite-sized gap between us to curl my lips up into a smile.

We're just an equation, you and I. Not that I mind, of course. Me and numbers haven’t always been the best of friends but I'd do it if it meant you'd be the end result.

I'll say your name in that sing-song way you like so much- the letters metamorphosing from breath into melodies like butterflies and I'll watch as you turn them into music

CatacombsHis gaze caused the catacombs inside my heart to rumble, crashing in on themselves with little care for what it left of me. I suppose others call this love. I, however, being less reckless than poets, call it fascination. His was a light I could never extinguish or forget, and mine was a darkness he simply couldn't see. Our lives, you might say, are opposing ends of a beautiful spectrum. Him the hero, me the playwright, conducting his every move while he just smiles like the marionette that he is.

But I can see quite well, and this marionette is adopting a mind of his own. Perhaps, too, a heart of his own. And I'll be left as defenseless as

Le jeune homme de l Ombre.Là dans l’ombre, un garçon se tient. Dans l’ombre des arbres. L’ombre des Hommes. Il est là, perdu dans une marée humaine, une marée noire. Il attend. Puis comme sous le coup d’un signal, il s’approche. Il tient une rose. Une rose rouge. Il la porte à sa bouche, respirant le sang de l’amour sacrifié. Puis il s’avance et à regret, laisse lentement tomber la fleur sur un lit de terre.

In The Classroom- A ZaDrish StoryIn The Classroom- A ZaDrish Story

Dib stared at Zim, asleep as usual, across the college classroom. He noticed that he was actually peaceful in his sleep. He also noticed how dare he say it 'cute' Zim was. His flawless lime-green skin reflected the light coming in from the windows, his muscular arms lay on the desk holding up his devilishly handsome face. He had grown quite a bit since 6 years ago when he came to Earth, taller, and more toned but kept the same cocky, egotistical attitude he had for all his life. Dib had as well grown taller, and more muscular but instead of confidence he had acquired thoughtfulness. In fact Dib was the quiet

Lokixreader high school pic part 2Lokixreader high school pic part 2

General p.o.v:

The door swung open gracefully with a chime to signal to Daisy and Tabby that someone was here. Daisy looked up from her book she started to read with a smile, knowing full well what group had just walked through the door.

First names p.o.v :

“Whoa”

The group of guys and a few girls had just walked in were amazingly hot; what is it with the people in this town, were they all amazing?

You here the kitchen door bust open;

“THORRRRRRR!!!!”

You see Tabby flying towards a large man with long blonde haired man who was dressed in a t shirt with a hammer on and a pair of je

MLP: Too Fast Chapter 9Chapter 9 - Thoughts

On the way home Fluttershy was in deep thoughts of a special someone.

Fluttershy: "..Should I tell him? No.. I just met him..."

Tails: Whats on your mind Fluttershy?

Fluttershy jumped at the sound of the yellow fox.

Fluttershy: O-Oh T-Tails I was just.. U-U-Um we sh-should get going...

Tails: Guess your right... But if there's anything you need to tell
me about you can.

Fluttershy: R-Right. she agreed "Oh Fluttershy when will you learn to not be afraid..." She thought.

Little did she know as a certain blue hedgehog saw the whole thing
with confusion and also laughter.

Rainbow Dash: Whatchya laughing about...

Son

Holy Ground.There in the shadow, a boy is standing. In the shade of trees. The shade of tortured humanity. Lost in that human tide, in that black tide hardened and dripping with pity, he is waiting. The whole world seems to hold its breath.

Then, suddenly, he is approaching. He holds a rose. A red rose. He carries it to his mouth, breathing in the blood of the sacrificed love. Then he came forward and reluctantly and slowly leaves the flower falls on the holy ground.

Moon MadPrompt: Full Moon Joker

Summary: Moon struck was how he wanted to be. Abstract. Written on the spot. A short story from the Dark Rain universe.

Gold. Gold. Gold. Gold. Cold.

Gold. Silver.

Glowing.

Bright.

He breathed the last word, chilled air rushing past his lips as he molded them to produce silent hymnals that never swept past his lips.

How long had he stood there?

Curling. Creeping. Gold vines gilded in molten metal weaved around white, bright porcelain, as delicate as the thoughtless buzzing melodies that now surrounded him. He peered from behind them, his green eyes as iridescent as a cat’s, two pits of green fire from beh

My Perfect Scene My Perfect Scene

I'm at a Youth Retreat at a campground standing by a warm bonfire late at night, surrounded by youth from local churches. You walk up to me with a smile and say hello. We small talk and smile and fall into a comfortable silence. I stare into the fire, lost in the flames, when you lean over and quietly tell me you need to talk. My heart beats a heavy thump and adreneline explodes in my chest but I calmly smile and say sure. We get up and walk just far enough so no one can hear us but we can still see them. You shift in your stance and I hug my arms, warding off the cool of the night, waitin

The Impossible Vignette"Date night?" I repeated in a surprised tone.
I wasn't going to admit my surprise to Toby because, well, because the look on his face already was enough. His deep blue eyes glistened with disappointment, and his lips played with a half-pout half-frown.
"I mean, yeah, it's just..." I stopped myself; always with the excuses, "How's tomorrow night sound?"
His face lit up, "Of course. We can go down to the Waterfront."
I loved him. I hope he knew that. Hope he could tell even when I was pushing him away or ignoring him. Hope he could see past my excuses or lies. Because I did. I loved him.
I ran my hand over his and leaned in to kiss his neck.

finceline trinagulo------amoroso parte 8AAANteriorMENTE : parece que marcy está en problemas
Al escuchar esto jota dejo a mizzuo en el agujero de un árbol sano y salvo, entonces empezó a correr lo más rápido que pudo hacia esta luz blanca, al llegar quedo impactado por lo que vio: todos los vampiros se estaban cubriendo de la luz blanca la cual emanaba un orbe que estaba flotando sobre la cabeza de MURALIS parecía que a él no le afectaba pero a los otros vampiros si, - conque por eso le tienen miedo- pensó jota – AYUDA!!- gritaba marceline la cual se escondía en vano detrás de un árbol derribado ya

AislingMany years prior to this day, on the emerald isle, there lived a dashing young prince called Cormac. He was of the reddest hair and bluest penetrating and powerful eyes. So handsome was he that women in the Far East who knew not of Ireland knew of Cormac’s beauty and prayed for a bit of it in their own husbands. Rich was he in gold beyond all imagination, lush sprawling land from Connacht to Tyrone, and servants as innumerable as the stars. He ruled his subjects with his great amiability and kindness rather than with ferocity. He housed poor wanderers in his great castle, saw that all widows and orphans would be cared for, and bowed bef

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Stalking Is Such A Hash Word

by ~xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx, Jul 17, 2011, 1:24:18 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Stalking is Such a Harsh Word...

Another day. As musch as I hated to admit it, a lot of normal people would be creeped out by me... What I was doing was not normal. It was borderline creepy. I'm normal. I really shouldn't be doing this. It's against the law.

I could tell myself these things all night, but it didn't matter. I had a goal.
As my 'target' continued walking, I snuck to the next hiding spot.
Anybody who saw this would probably think it was almost comical.
I grinned a little to myself, before sneaking into an alley as my 'target' continued his path. I closed my eyes for a minute, getting tired.

It was near midnight, there weren't many people out.
Unless they were doing the same thing I was.
The push came from behind me, and I landed on the sidewalk. I glanced up at they guy I was following, who kept walking. It was then that I noticed he was wearing earbuds. I sighed, happy that he didn't notice me.
"Who are you?" Someone asked, taking the spot I had been in before this freak had pushed me. "Why are you following Nny?" I squealed a little inside. Nny must be his name! He wasn't my Target anymore, he was Nny!
"I'm Kia." I stuttered. "I-- Uh, wanted to try and talk to him." The freak who pushed me looked like Nny, a bit. His hair was close to the same cut, but a bit shorter, and was wearing a stripey shirt like his and pointy boots, too.
"I'm Mmy, I'm his student." He said, stepping on my exposed leg. The cold steel of his boot made me shiver, and he started adding pressure. I was confused. Nny was a teacher? "I follow his example, and I learn things from him. Like expression and stuff."
"Art teacher?" I asked. That was so cool. "What's he like?"
"He's dark." Mmy smiled. "And mysterious." Mmy had pulled a suitcase out of the shadows that I hadn't noticed before. He opened it up and pulled out a couple knives. He stepped closer, one of his feet on my knee, pinning it to the ground, and the other on the fabric of my skirt, beside my hip. He moved erratically, twitching, and the knives just kept getting closer to my face. I screamed. Mmy twitched even more as he brought a knife closer to my throat, though I kept screaming. Lights came on in some of the apartments around here. Mmy flinched at the sound of a dog barking, and took off in the direction Nny had been walking.

I ran home as fast as I could, and didn't notice the blood on my cheek until after.

Stalking Is Such A Hash Wordby ~xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx

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Kia, one night, out following Nny, meets Mmy.

~ill337erate Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Huh, this is interesting. Are you going to continue it?

~xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

No, I don't think so. I just had the idea and wanted to write it. I might include it in some other thing, though.

~ill337erate Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I hope you do, I want to know more about these characters

~xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!
Nny and Mmy are actually two canon characters fom the Comic Johnny The Homicidal Maniac bby Johnen Vasquez.
Kia is my OC. :3

~ill337erate Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

_{...I feel like a total noob}
Heh, but thanks for clearing that up, I guess my to-read list is now that much longer XD

~xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

It's okay, they're pretty short. :3

~ProNoob13 Jul 17, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

You're a neat writer! Though it's really subtle, the story's paved with action. Nearly perfect. And the first-person perspective is really cool too. You can really feel what Kia feels, like if a best friend tells you what her experiences in the hospital were or something. Just perfect.

Keep writing!
~ProNoob

~xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx Jul 17, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you! I've always been pretty good with writing. :3
I enjoy the first person better than third, because it feels more meaningful. Thank you! :3

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