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Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano
On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 2)"Damn, I really overdid it tonight..."  Andrea muttered as she crawled into bed- not like she really had an option, Kate had just been so nice!  And to be honest, Andrea hadn't really eaten since the day before, since she had spent most of the day trying to be, you know, not homeless.  Flopping onto her newly assembled bed, Andrea popped the button on her already too-tight jeans, allowing her over stuffed stomach the slightest bit of breathing room.  Stifling a hiccup, Andrea couldn't help but think to herself, "How lucky am I to have found such an awesome roommate?", before beginning to strip off her pants to get ready for bed.

-----

Kate,
Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301
 
 
“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!
Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long
Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long
Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

        You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would  be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

        Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,
2p England x Insane!Reader - Chapter 1 - Purpose
"Now ______,Let's review the crime scene shall we?" Prof.Ludwig asked."Whatever" You spat with the most putrid hatred in the world.He glared at you.
"color"
"red"
"where?"
"everywhere"
"who?"
"Mathew"
"and?"
"Me"
"who else?"
"Alfred"
"Dead?"
"Dead"
"feeling?"
"satisfaction"
"Feeling?"
"Happiness"
He sighed."You never learn DO you _____?" He grimaced as he stood up from his fold up chair."I suppose not." You retorted returning back his grimace but with more taste of hatred and dispute.He folded the chair and walked out the room,closing the door behind you.It had been years since you had seen the world,life other than your professor and the hor
imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. A
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
Brothers!Pru + Ger X Reader X Nordics - Part 4Matthias stopped the car. The whole car ride had been completely silent - which was a surprise considering Matthias was in the car.

You were now parked outside a large house - which seemed much bigger than the house that you and your brothers lived in. You stared blankly out of the window, thinking of the things that your family would have to say about it. Gilbert would probably comment on how 'big' and 'awesome' it was. Ludwig would probably just stare up at it with those pretty blue eyes of his.

Matthias lay his arms on the steering wheel as he pulled out the keys from the slot. "(Your name)..." He started, but flinched when you turned yo
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
The Master and His Butler RI Ch.6: The Last Chance
"My lord, you couldn't mean."  Lau seemed very surprised.

"Yes."

                     ----------- Somewhere in the town of London ----------

"Undertaker."  You read the sign aloud that was on the building.

"So, where are we,” Lau questioned.

"You acted like you knew where we were going!"  Madame Red sounded irritated.

"The only reason we came here was to ask the Undertaker few questions."  Ciel headed for the door.

    As Ciel opened the door, you scurried behind him and looked inside.  It was very dark and there were piles and lines of coffins all over the shop.  As everyone else came inside, you heard a creaking noise.  Ciel
{Long John Silver Contest Entry} A Simple Look
A Simple Look

“Keep him still!”

Pain, pain, pain. The world was a searing, burning, horrible face full of nothing but sheer crippling pain. He writhed, his powerful form arching off the floor, blind to the world, deaf to his own screams. Why hadn’t everything gone black? Why was his consciousness still here, why wasn’t he deep within that blissful cocoon of unconsciousness?

Something clicked in his jaw, and the pain that had been radiating from his arm flushed out along his sides, then down to his leg. He tried to roll away, but the hands constraining him were too tight, and he could have sworn there was a rope burn
In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
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Mă priveşte încruntată, apoi se întoarce şi ţipă la celalat. Îi taie un deget, mi-l îndreaptă şi-mi zice să-l mănânc. Omul se uită cu privirea înecată în oroare cât îi mestec degetul cald. Îl înght, cu oase cu tot, cu unghie cu tot. Mă gândeam la el gâdelându-mi stomacul.

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Dar acum am terminat. Revenim la programul nostru obişnuit.

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!puNCtSiDeLaCapat Sep 18, 2009
Îl înght,
gâdelându-mi stomacul
MĂTA
i-a cauzat întreaga masă corporală să cadă --nu e corect formulata fraza aia.
In rest...chestia cu TO si TZI separate dau textului dinamism ,e f tare ideea asta..dar aia cu sa moara ma-ta mi se pare ca e ca nuca in perete.
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~ginaS May 20, 2008
zici ca e scrierea unui om cu crize de epilepsie :rofl: (scuze pentru comparatie, nui cu scopuri ascunse) super chiuuul!!
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~I-do-it-for-the-lulz Apr 29, 2008
the room is spining right now. everything is spining, except the text i was reading. GJ, man. GJ, said the drunken boy who read this while hiccuping uncontrolably. sowwy for teh typoz
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~dexemplu Apr 30, 2008  Student Photographer
O, hai gai!
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