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Are highly intelligent or very talented people better able to hide their misery from loved ones, thus making it all the harder to “read” them and help them?

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Love dA Lit: Issue 182

Journal Entry: Sun Sep 21, 2014, 4:06 PM
IrrevocableFate's Lit treasure chest!
Issue 182

Welcome to the one-hundred eighty-second issue of Love dA Lit!  Art is love   Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.

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Welcome to the one-hundred eighty-second issue of Love dA Lit!  Art is love   Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
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Daily Lit Recognition for September 22nd, 2014

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Suggested by:  saevuswinds
Featured by: Medoriko

The Guide of HeliogabalusHis hands—
they were ships
traveling up the crest of my thighs
breaking against my skin
oh, they were paper boats
edges soft
sails that were like wings
of origami crane
don’t you love it when I talk like this?
throw me back against the pillows
thrust up my skirt,
dear boy—
I’ve got secrets
they fluff up their tails like peacocks
jewels for your eyes alone—
don’t they dazzle you?
and though there are some stains
you just can’t get out
would you want them to disappear?
you’ve got the eyes of Heliogabalus—
painted frescos of blue and gray
they tremble when you look at me
they drown themselves in the rose petals
pouring in from the ceiling
fires of pink, white
they smother us both
and don’t they smell like honey?
doesn’t their kiss make you blush?
“Sir, what are you?”
you say
“what is this lightness
this feathered downpour that I feel?
why, you look at me
with the eyes of a monster

The Guide of Heliogabalus by TheMitmit

Suggester says: I found this to be quite
the interesting read. Thought it would be good
for it to get some more attention. The first stanza
is my favorite; the imagery is so vibrant.

Featured by: WorldWar-Tori
fabled lifei.
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
they divide.
i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i want to talk to my grandmother's cells,
i want to tell them they can be alive
and not kill her.
but first,
i have to catch the moon,
i have to visit hades and bargain with beautiful music,
i have to sell my voice for legs,
i have to sail the ocean blue in search of a good reason why cancer can't just be what it is.
this is not a fabled life

fabled life by jungle-slang

Fabled Life perfectly describes the
emotions and lack of understanding on
those who have had someone they
love touched with this illness


Suggested by: SilverInkblot
Featured by: TwilightPoetess

ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield

Ships by CatharticDistraction

From the suggester: There's so much
going on in this piece, so many layers to be uncovered.
The subtleties and undulation between the
two sections had me reading more than once.

Featured by doodlerTM
Bitter SeedsIt had all started when Jeremy failed his exams. He had never gotten top marks, but this was the first time he had actually done so badly. His mother was very angry. She had stormed into his room and opened all his cabinets a created the mess he was sitting on right now. His dad simply locked himself in his study and let her do as she wished.
Next she brought in some boxes and made him throw all his books and games that were unrelated to his studies. It was his own fault too. He had made the fatal mistake of telling them that he didn't want to be a lawyer. He wanted to help people. As a volunteer, if he could. Or maybe study nursing?
It had gone very badly, with his parents deciding for him that he was distracted and clearly wasn't thinking intelligibly. His mother had taken it upon herself to clear his life of this distraction and set him back on the ideal future they had planned out for him. Everything they were doing now was all for Jeremy's sake. He would know that when he was olde

Bitter Seeds by adventwinter

A young man comes to a sinister
realization when he is prevented
from following his dreams.

Foreign Language

Featured by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Poem: Wiedergeburt des Gluecks by Luna42
Wiedergeburt des Gluecks by Luna42

Romantic free verse poetry about
someone lonely who has found
the love of the eternal life.

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Let Me Talk About You Presents



Hello! And welcome to Let Me Talk About You: Issue 2! Today we’ll be focusing on a rather new-but equally talented deviant: cml33 (aka Curtis). Though only on DA for a month, his efforts to involve himself in the DA community are admirable and inspiring. Primarily focused mostly on literature himself, Curtis also takes a great interest in many other areas of art. I asked him a few questions in order for you all to get to know him a bit better. Let's get started!

1. What inspires you in your field of art?

"I'm inspired by everything around and inside me. All of the people, places, events, and emotions I encounter in life have an influence on my work. In terms of style, my work draws a lot of inspiration from the Romantic era of poetry. Poets such as Coleridge, Poe, and Shelly the ones who got me into poetry in the first place. I love the scale and emotions of the poetry of this era, and, being a musical person, meter and rhyme always had an appeal to me."

2. Who/What introduced you to DeviantART?

"I had known deviantART hosted a lot of visual art, but the literature section was something new to me. A friend mentioned offhandedly that deviantART hosted writing as well, so I checked it out and decided to join."

3. What is one of your proudest moments when it comes to your work? 

"I'm not sure. I've had many people say that they like my work and that's always made me happy, but there really isn't one event or thing in particular that I can separate from the rest and say with certainty that it was the proudest moment."

4. On a scale of 1-10 how likely is it that you would consider your work as a career field if you had a 100% chance of success and why?

"I think an 8. There are so many other things I'd like to explore and do, but the prospect of writing and creating for a living sounds amazing to me."

5. Any advice you might have for others?

"Practice, take in all that you can, and be true to yourself. Stylistically, I'm not what you would call a modern poet, but I enjoy what I do and work hard at it. Do what you like, and try do it well.

And here are some pieces for your own personal viewing pleasure. cml33 is particularly favorable to the first two, and the last two are works that I personally recommend. 

StarsOn shining lights in velvet nights
I hung my hopes with silver string
As whispered words I overheard
Rebounded in my rotting brain.
I sang a song the whole night long
And prayed that love would soon return,
But hope that night it shone too bright,
And on the stars, my dreams, they burned.

DreamsI dreamt of clouds in skies of blue
With crimson streaks of light,
And all around there was the sound
Of laughter and delight.
Where worries were a memory
Forgotten long ago,
The air was warm and ground was soft
With tufts of fluffy snow.
I stayed there long in joyful song,
But when I finally woke,
I realized it was a dream,
And my poor heart, it broke.

DuskThe golden gaze of waning day
Retreats behind the hill.
The floating clouds they turn to red,
And all the earth is still.
And as the heavens turn to black
The day makes way for night
Who opening an empty eye
Does bathe the land in light.

Demonic SymphonyThe ever creeping footsteps creep along
Through dusty peeling walls of yellowed white
While childlike voices sing a haunting song
To rhythmic groans and moaning in the night.
A skeletal tree branch conducts the tune
That echoes in my ever beating breast
While shadows of the hunter’s moon
Prevent me from my long due rest.
But even when I’m finally asleep,
The terrifying symphony moves along.
A wicked mare sits on me, breathing deep,
while dancing to the evil, nighttime song.
And with a vile kiss in deathly light,
She fills my heart with blackest fright.

I additionally wanted to point out cml's use of iambic pantameter. Simply said, it's really great. There is much to be said for simplicity in the flow of a poem. Not only does the reader have something to follow, they have a 'melody' to continue to hear once the poem is finished. If you're curious about getting your pieces to 'rhyme' more to your liking, these are great compositions to peruse. 

There's a lot of reasons to pursue your goals, whether you are new here or ancient. We're all blooming artists in some way or another. One thing that stood out for me in this interview was the statement: "Do what you like." I emphasize is more than important. 

Thanks again to cml333 for the opportunity to interview. I wish you the best of luck in your art, or whatever you should choose to do in the future! 

And thank you to readers, for taking time out of your schedules to read LMTAY.



***please additionally note there were some formatting issues. i have worked all day to fix them. my dell acknowledges forms of font and spacing, but my asus does not and i do not have access to my dell as of now; hence why the center of the interview is not....centered or formatted. i will work to fix this, but i wanted to post before the day was over and done with. i hope this can be overlooked.

A WORDy feature.

Journal Entry: Mon Sep 22, 2014, 5:40 AM
I want to start with an awesome six word story by ezradeacon.

InsomniaWhy won't the lights go out?

An incredible prose by Aerode 

On Seeing without SightPATIENT 1 - a young boy of ten-twelve years; was discharged from hospital one week after operation. He is in his bedroom, surrounded by wooden objects and shapes on paper.
BOY: Depth? What is depth?
DOCTOR: Depth is the third dimension, other than length and width. (motions with hands)
BOY (bemused): Dimension?
DOCTOR (holds drawing of square and a wooden cube): This drawing has two dimensions: length and width. This wooden cube has three, including height.
BOY (struggles to reach wooden sphere): This is depth? (holds sphere with both hands, ogling)
DOCTOR: No, that is roundness. The sphere has depth, though.
BOY: I don't understand.
PATIENT 2 - a young male slightly older than Patient 1. He is in a hospital bed, preoperative.
DOCTOR (presses wooden cube and sphere into patient's hands): Can you tell what these shapes are?

A short poem by Phan5everx2 

rugged lightsthe fire light, the dancing flames
something beautiful in shadows,
something we cant see 

Some horror prose by Gingersanps 

Ghost Story She ran. She didn't have a choice. Nowhere was safe within the house. They knew she was there; she couldn't escape. The walls have eyes. Everywhere she turned, tried to hide, the walls blinked red. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she continued to run. Not even the darkest of corners was safe. She fell. Exhaustion had caught up with her. No more running. Jello. Her legs had turned to jello. The walls crackled as if they were trying to speak (or laugh). She winced as a voice started. They had used a voice disguise, so she didn't know if they were male or female. 
"You had to do it, Karla," they whispered. "you had to do it to stay alive, Karla. Of course, you must punished for your crime. It's sad -- you just wanted to live." 
"I hadn't ..." Karla stumbled over her words. "I hadn't meant it. I didn't w-want ... I didn't want to do it!" 
"They never meant to do it either," the voice said with a chuckle. "It wall turned out the same. It's all a game, you see? You and your f

A very cool free verse piece by AyeAye12 

#7b9badThe clouds
ran away
and left me
in the blue-gray.

An emotional free verse by 7ShadowsFromNowhere

A Caged Bird Cannot SingCages.
A labyrinth
Of cages.
Walk out of one,
In to another.
Dying bird,
Create your final melody.
Keys that open.
Keys that play.
Keys of ivory.
Keys of silver.
Unlock my cage,
Little bird,
Set this poor soul free!
Free to dance,
To sing!
To harmonize
With this melody.
Little bird,
Let me fly!
Fly into the deep,
The blue,
The Sky!
Fly with wings,
Wings of white,
Eyes that follow the shining light!
Set me free,
Oh little bird,
Let me play the song you sing
On these keys of ivory!
Take my place,
Oh little bird,
Oh dying bird.
For one needs wings to fly.
A labyrinth of cages.
Some that lead up,
And some
      That lead

and last but certainly not least, a beautiful poem by DrippingWords 

the failed escape artistshe is a snowflake-skinned sigh
floating on the winds of Eurus,
playing tic-tac-toe on her skin.
she always comes out the loser
standing on the road between
two worlds, she wonders when
she started to read the map wrong,
     because this isn’t the
     second star from the right.
she can burn the pictures,
but she can’t burn her memories.
               and damn it,
her wanderlust is trying to
pull her up, up, and away
but the desolation is keeping
its slimy tentacle wrapped
around her ankle and

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    The two cats padded out of the den,and Dusty couldn't suppress a gasp. He had seen the camp before,mind you,but he had been injured and confused. Now,the camp glowed in golden afternoon sunlight,and everything was so clear and calm. 

"Like it?" Rainpaw laughed. "You should see the look on your face!" 

"It's amazing!" Dusty meowed. "Back when I was with the rogues,we lived in an alley near the TallStompers."

"TallStompers?" Rainpaw looked utterly confused. "You mean Twolegs?"

"Is that what you call them?" Dusty asked,and rolled the word around his mouth. "Twolegs,twolegs...Interesting."

    Suddenly,a large,grey tom padded up to them. 

"Greystar!" Rainpaw meowed,purring. "I was just showing around our new friend!"

"Dusty,right?" He meowed. Dusty nodded. "Not for long."

"What do you mean?" Dusty felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Don't look so scared." Greystar chuckled.

"When you join a clan," Rainpaw explained. "You get a new name. When I was young,my name was Rainkit."

"Really?" Dusty found it odd that these cats changed their names.

"Now that I'm an apprentice,my name is Rainpaw." To Greystar she added: "What will Dusty's new name be?"

    Greystar didn't reply,but walked away,signaling for Dusty to follow him. Dusty followed nervously. Greystar lead him to a large rock in the middle of the camp,and yowled loudly. 

"All cats old enough to hunt their own prey,please join beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!"
OMG He's gonna get his apprentace name!!!!!!! I so excited!!!!! Wat will it be?!??!?!?
As always,critique is fine. 
I do not own warriors or any of it's characters.
  • Mood: Excited
  • Reading: Warriors-Starlight,The New Prophecy
  • Playing: Outside
  • Eating: Crackers
  • Drinking: Lemonade
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Shy................... by Tron-Silver

Your POV~~~~

"Is that reaIly what  you want for tea, Pinka?" I asked the crazy, Pink cat. "Uh huh!!" She nodded. "Riiiight, see you" I left the house.
After a while or so, I saw a white hedgehog an. a purple cat arguing. Ignoring that, I continue going to the shop. But on my way home, I saw that they were STILL arguing. Then, I decided to watch them.

Silver's POV~~

"B-Blaze?! WAIT!!" I tried to stop her from leaving me. But it was no use.
"Go away Silver! We're over!!" Those last two words  broke my heart. "Blaze..?"
Then she vanished.  I was so depressed, I started crying, even though I was in public.
About a minute later, i felt someone wrap one of their arms around me. As I looked up, I saw a pair of worried-looking eyes locked onto mine. "Are you alright?" The pretty mobian asked me. "U-um not really-i mean no..... Blaze broke up with me!" I started crying harder.

Your POV~~

"Um, here! Have some water!" I told him "sometimes it helps me a little when im sad" I handed him a bottle of it. "Uh thank you" the white hedgie said, drinking from the bottle. "By the way, im ____. Nice to meet ya!" I greated him. "Oh I-Im Silver. Uh I-I like your name" Silver blushed. "Oh thanks. I like yours too. Why were you and Blaze arguing?"
"I saw her kissing with Twilight (xD) i-it was awful!"
"Uh, dont worry bout it! One time, i got locked out of my house, so i asked my cat through the mail box if he Can get the keys, and he was like "me? How?" Like meow!" I tryed to lift his spirits, and he bursted with laughter, which made me smile. 
I then told him a bunch of other funny jokes and
he did too ^^. Now we we became best friends.

5 months later~~

Silver's POV~~

" Hey uh, Crimson and Tails? Can you two help me out with somethink" I asked them. "Sure Silver!" Tails said and Crimson nodded.
"Well, uh I have a crush on _____-"
"I knew it!!!!" Crimson interupted me.
"-so I-I kinda want you to help me on asking her out" I finished, a tint of red forming across my face.
"Sure!" They said in unison. They told me that she really liked (flower)s and ice cream. Crimson told me how to be a good kisser, but i thought id leave that till later. Surprising that she never experianced it though. They both said to me how to ACTUALLY ask people out. 

Your POV~~

When I was walking home from the movies, I saw Silver. "Oh hi Silver" I greeted him.
"Uh, oh. Hi (n/n)" He said to me, blushing a bit. "____, theres somthing I always wanted to tell you..."
"W-Will you go out with m-me? Its fine if you dont but-"
"Yes!!" I cheered, hugging him.

"Well, that was quick" Crimson stated.

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The Know Database Round-Up 16

Mon Sep 22, 2014, 10:44 AM by SCFrankles:iconscfrankles:
Our original journal can be found here. It states the aims of TheKnow more fully.

Database Round-Ups:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen

The Database Index can be found here.

Hello and welcome to TheKnow Database Round-Up 16. Thanks so much to everyone who has become a member, started watching or submitted to the database since last time! :happybounce:

Here is the latest submission to the database:

Skills and Work

Sideshow and Carnival: Cinestress has travelled the United States as a sideshow performer. She is a fire-eater, escape artist, glass-walker, and much more. If you want to know about anything in that realm of things, chances are that she does it or at least knows how it's done. She’s travelled with carnivals and performed on stage at concerts with bands such as Insane Clown Posse and GWAR. She’s been a performer since 2007, but hasn’t been on stage since late 2012.

If this would be useful for your writing research, please contact the submitter directly by sending her a note. If you want to make a submission to the database yourself, the information is on our profile.


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Welcome to :iconpoeticalcondition:'s Monthly Feature of Works!

Please take a moment and enjoy these fabulous words.

I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me to.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach                                     Sept 2014

By  Supach  :iconsupach:

Return When I Am EmptyDistraught though I may be
And all the darkness of my worry
Come back to me, when there is nothing else in my heart
I catalogue our conversations
And in a series of contemplations
Come back to me, with bottomless passion in your eyes
The night terrors rack my sleep
And make me held apart so weep
Come back to me, and stop the gap between our embrace
The linen is a sallow shade
As sun beams glow and moon dreams fade
Come back to me, to blanched world brighten again
Nourished off the ash I intake
As gravestone ground into my daily wake
Come back to me, refill my plate with honey lips
My hand is on your place
As languid days would pass in haze
Come back to me, and make my fingers warm in holding
My pillow I wet with feeble words
In attempt to console the clinging burrs
Come back to me, and cover these plants of self-destruction
Into a weakness I fall head first
In failure watch the teardrops burst
Come back to me, clearing the cumulus that took your face
Soon I shall misfile a mental fact

By Monocephalized  :iconmonocephalized:

Suddenly monstrous tentacles extended
Catching anyone who walked by that night
Screams echoed through the still air
Two humungous limbs like dragons
Those who saw knew who or what
Cthulhu awakened

By Michel-le-fou   :iconmichel-le-fou:

MeId rather be me and have few friends then have many friends but don't know who the person that is looking back at me in the mirror
By maryjane5908   :iconmaryjane5908:

UninkedYou used to print your name
on the lined sheet of my soul
with those coal eyes of yours.
Unfortunately, the ink has run out.
(I'll wait, while you go and get a new supply.)

By fableweaver55   :iconfableweaver55:

MonsterI'm the monster.
No, I don't need to hide under your bed,
inside your thoughts is good enough for me.
Only help will make me go away,
and I make sure you don't get it ever.
I come when your full of high spirits,
and push you down into a pit of despair.
Sometimes, I leave and make you
feel the cold numbness you despise.
You'd rather hurt then be numb,
and welcome me back.
Only the strong ones can shake me off,
and continue on their right path;
instead of the bad one I've created for you.

By puddlethecat   :iconpuddlethecat:

Tears Of An Angel ~ Serodous
Your wings cradle around my aching ribs
I've been breathing so hard, it is cracking around my lungs
These tears burn my skin from the eyes they were born
But your hand is on my back tonight, sitting beside me as the sun dies
We've watched the world fall and the stars burn in our eyes
We've seen the reflections of oceans, and the clouds as they cried
My angel, guide my crumbling dreams tonight
I know you're listening to my falling apart
Deep inside your stone cold heart
It echo's in the abyss of the drawn-out corridors
Angel you'll cry for me tonight
I felt the world spin beyond these thousand lies
My heads underwater, but I'm only choking inside
Give me the strength to keep myself alive
Even when we fall apart your eyes sparkle till we die
I've been listening to the whispers of the wind
And as I lay in this cold bed, your wings cover and hide my wounds
Tears of an angel still scar my mind.
Alone together till the end of time
Lost in the sunset, and the sunrise
Tears of an angel, tonigh

By Serodous    :iconserodous:

sightoverropes and strings kept still
regulating restraints
for a qualified direction
cabled in containment
subjecting every charge with a check
regimentation coiled
for all the ramifications
maintaining complete rule
of that wired supervision
on the inside track of my upper hand
till you came along running
with those tiny little scissors
snip snip

By  photosynthetichuman  :iconphotosynthetichuman:

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Alex wanted to make sure that her new partner/sidekick Wan, the first Avatar, to make a good impression on her best friends. After all, Tintin has always told her that ''introducing another person from a different time continuum may be strange, but it's also rewarding''. Now, Alex wanted Wan to meet the little girls Miwa and Meimei.

"Are you ready for this?" Alex asked. Wan shrugged and answered, "Hey, no worries. Your new friends seem to be no harm at all." "Okay, but you oughta be real careful with these two," Alex warned him. "They can be a real handful once you get to know them." "Hey, I've tackled more than just the pure elements to survive anything," Wan replied with a smug grin. "Besides, how bad can they possibly be?"

"Alex! Over here, sweetie!" Alex turned and found Linda, along with the girls, walking toward her and Wan. Linda was dressed neatly, wearing a clean, pressed, miniskirted dress with black pumps. Miwa and Meimei were dressed differently; Miwa wore a green tank top with a dark blue overall dress, and Meimei wore a purple and red dress. "Hi Linda!" Alex said, hugging Linda. "I didn't expect to see you here." "Me neither," Linda replied.

Suddenly, Linda's attention turned toward Wan. "Alex, who's your little friend here?" Linda asked. "The name's Wan, miss," Wan told her. "Nice to meet ya." "Well, it is very nice to meet you too, Wan," Linda said. "My name's Linda Wattanasombong, and these are my two daughters, Miwa and Meimei." "Mommy," Meimei asked, "who's the weird man with the bushy hair?" "That's Wan, my dear," Linda said. "Alex, you and Wan wouldn't mind watching the girls while I go run some errands?" "Of course," Alex said.

After Linda left a few minutes later, Alex told Wan, "I'm gonna go practice my firebending skills. Watch the girls for me, okay?'' "Sure thing bud," Wan answered. "I can watch these girls like a hawk." As Alex left a short while later, Wan muttered to himself, "Now I can finally meditate in peace." He then closed his eyes and began to meditate, without noticing the little girls approaching him. "He has a lot of hair," Meimei said. "But something's not right." "You got it," Miwa said. "He needs a makeover!"

Working swiftly but quietly, Miwa and Meimei started brading Wan's bushy hair. Giggling, Miwa tied each braid with a rubber band. Meimei decorated each braid with little flowers. When they finished, Miwa inserted a big daisy on Wan's head, and the two ran off.

A few hours later, Wan finally opened his eyes and finished his meditation. Feeling fresh and relaxed, Wan headed to the pond. He noticed people were pointing at him strangely and laughing. Wan then strolled to the pond and, after taking a whole eyeful of himself, shouted, "ALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!"

Alex, who heard the cry, ran over to Wan as fast as she could. After staring at him, Alex burst out laughing. "Wan, you look so ridiculous!" Alex said, barely catching her breath. "You think this is funny?!" Wan exclaimed angrily. "Look at what those two munchkins did to me!" "I told you, they're quite a handful," Alex said. Miwa and Meimei, standing behind Alex, giggled in harmony.

A few minutes later, Linda arrived to pick up the girls. "Hi guys," Linda said. "Did the girls behave themselves today?" "They were absolute angels," Alex said, stifling a laugh. "Wan!" Linda exclaimed, looking at Wan's new hairdo. "What on earth happened to you?" "Do you allow your daughters to do this kind of thing to a man?" Wan asked. "Oh, it's not that unusual," Linda said. "They do that all the time with other boys, especially Tintin!" 

As Linda and her daughters left, Alex put her hand on Wan's shoulder. "You never told me they were such obnoxious kids," Wan said. "Well, they're like little angels," Alex said. "And like little devils, in a sort of way." "Ha, ain't we all," Wan said. Then, the two began to laugh joyously for the rest of the day.

                                                        Le Fin!
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                                                                                                         PICTURE IS A REFERENCE  

  I am _____ 16 years old I am a transfer student from France. I have (e/c) eyes, (h/c) (h/l) hair, very shy and on the other hand make me pissed i wont hold back . i have no clue were anything at my new private school called Seika Private High school which used to be a cram school, but now a Private school thanks to the great Misaki 
 Ayuzawa know back to what I was saying i have to find the office and go to class I am already late. I walk around for a good 5 minutes and find the office. knock knock knock. I walked into the door and ask the staff lady if I could get the class I was in " class 1-b second floor first door to your right ".  I replied " great thank you" . She seemed to busy to help but I went anyway . I ended up finding the class. tap tap tap. A male teacher opened the door '' hi I am-- '' but before I could finish he impolitely interrupted me. " your late , come on don't be impolite yourself to the class". " yeah sure ". I walked into the class I automatically saw three one I wanted badly by the window. " hi, I am _____ ( L/N) ''. " thank you miss (L/N), Mr. Ayuzawa raise your hand".yes window spot and bonus I didn't seem to notice a really cute blond haired boy 16 or 17,green eyes, strong tall shape. I was told to sit there and the whole time I kinda wasted my time spacing out. at lunch I didn't have any thing to eat well I did.I was surrounded by many random girls and some dudes and Ayuzawa or that is what I think his name was . After lunch school went by in a flash I walked around to get a better look of the city I happened to bump into a maid cafe. wow looks interesting, " cute". a voice came from behind me I turned around it was whats his face. " oh hi _____ right ". " yeah your urr umm ayu something " . he chuckled " Usaki Ayuzawa the owner of this maid cafe's son and that same person is my mom who thought of the private school we go to Misaki Ayuzawa". " wow quiet a bragger you are". I said with a smirk. " why,thank you miss ( L/N )". " USAKI ". A voice yelled. I walked in behind him because I thought I could look for a job here. I say a lady in a black maid outfit,two with blue,one with red. I asked the one with the black " I am sorry to bother but can I get a job here". " how old are you". " 16". I replied . " Yes you can help in the kitchen with deserts to start and if your good enough I will let you come up here to work kay good Its in the back down the hall to your left after the dressing room but first change into the apron on the door". " kay thank you miss". " Ayuzawa ". I walked past the curtain into the hall i went to the dressing room to change and put on the apron. Then i walked down the hall a little bit more to the kitchen to find Usaki and I am guessing his dad. " umm. miss Ayuzawa sent me back to help". " here ____ make a tea with a chocolate cake". " YES SIR" . Then his dad dropped into the conversation " good job soon i knew you could get a girl by the way she is one hell of a cutey''. '' urr thanks pops". I was shocked " UMMMM I am still here usaki you could at least wait until i leave the room".  he chuckled " yeah yeah make the tea and cake the guest are waiting baka". I replied playfully" takes a baka to know a baka, baka''. His dad dropped in again " oi. love birds get to work play time later. we said at the same time time " WERE NOT LOVE BIRDS". Then laughed at. 



   Later that night i waled home with Usaki showing me the way. 

  " umm thanks for today ". I said blushing lightly. " No problem, see you tomorrow"