Chp 3 of Sibling RemembranceBelgian Waffles and a Dash of PepperChp 3 of Sibling Remembrance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mrs. Knight daintily stepped onto the cold marble tile, making her way to the family room which occupied the majority of the space downstairs. Her socks made little patting noises as she walked over and settled into burgundy couch, the soft cushions enveloping her weight. Kendall crawled up the side of the couch, plopping down next to his mother. The two sat in silence, listening to Katie suckle at the rubber nib of the plastic bottle, greedily sucking down the formula that she so desired.
"I think we figured out what she was screaming about looks like she was just hungry." Kendall nodded in agreement at his mother's statement,
"Very hungry." She chuckled good-naturedly, ruffling the wispy blonde bangs belonging to her son,
"You knew exactly how to calm her down. How'd you get so smart Kendall?" He blushed, shrugging,
"I just knew." A wide smile broke out across Mrs. Knight's face,
"You're doing a great job;
Chp 2 of Sibling RememberanceBaby HandsChp 2 of Sibling Rememberance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The soles of the seven year old boy stretched, pushing the weight of the small child onto his tiptoes as he peered down into the crib. His light green eyes absorbed the scene before him- a tiny bundle moved in twisted and knobby motions, disrupting the surface of the soft pink blanket covering the baby who was screaming, her face bright right and contorted due to the effort. The toddler continued to study the form resting in the pillows, his thick eyebrows knotting in discomfort as he watched trails of tears seep out of the corner of his baby sister's eyes as she continued to bawl. Without thinking, he allowed his hand to reach over the side of the crib and make contact with her bootie-encased toes, tickling the wrapped feet. This action elicited a squeal and more thrashing, causing Kendall to wince yet again at the piecing noise, hardly believing that such a frail thing could be so loud.
"C'mon Katie Kat, don't cry." He tried to s
Sailor Earth Who?Sailor Earth Who?Sailor Earth Who?9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
((While this fanfiction is not descriptive in anyway or has anything pornographic in it, it is intended for an older and mature audience.))
It was a scorching hot summer day; no different from any of the other hot ones Tokyo had been getting this year. A young girl of the age sixteen was awake on her cool bedroom floor. Her name was Tsukino Usagi.
"Urg!" She rolled over on her floor with her legs and arms spread open. "I feel like an egg in a frying pan!" Her long golden locks were pulled back into two buns on top of her head, but the hair which fell from them were no where to be found. She closed her eyes to block out the sunlight trying to slip into a quiet slumber. There was no sound to be heard, not even the most gentle breeze dared show it's face in this heat.
"Ahhh!" Usagi jumped up and whipped the sweat off her face. She crawled over to her little pink table in the middle of the room. Leaning against it with her head against her shoulder. "To
Diary of a Weeaboo ThemeEnglish Lyrics:Diary of a Weeaboo Theme4 years ago in Humor More Like This
The name is Niji. Don't wear it out!
It means RAINBOW.
The stars are bright on the planet
Of the crazy WEEABOO.
Pronounce it right!
I pronounce it right!
My BEST FRIEND is Ai! We're WEEABOOS.
I hate that Claire!
Listen to Miku on the planet
Of the crazy WEEABOO.
Claire thinks she is so smart,
Buying Naruto plushies like me,
But she only speaks Chinese and English,
So she is no friend of me.
She reads manga backwards,
She's really not that smart,
But she spent all that money on DEATH NOTE,
I sure wonder what she wants!
BAKAS! BAKAS EVERYWHERE, DESU!
Pronounce it right!
I pronounce it right!
Tsuki no Hikari has betrayed me so badly.
They aren't even Japanese.
Where does a WEEABOO go to eat?
RAMEN PARADISE?! WHERE?
Seh-kaiiiiiii deh, eechi-bahn, OH-HEEMEE SAHMAH!
Namae wa nijidesu. Sore o chakuyō shinaide!
Sore wa REINBOO o imi suru.
For the One I Love- Ch.1For the One I Love- Ch.19 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For The One I Love"
"A Confession Of Love"
"Sei-" The gentle voice was cut off.
The scene played out nearly perfect, pictured beautifully.
"Shhh, don't speak." And once more there was silence. A young man pressed his lips against a young lady's, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting. Oh how sweet they were, he had wondered for so long of their taste.
Cherry blossoms fluttered down upon the couple and brushed against the young lady's face as it deepened in shades of red, becoming the colors of the setting sun before them. She slowly started to struggle, moving away from the young man. He grabbed her arms and pressed in closer, not wanting to let go. He wanted to hold on to this moment forever.
She tried to move away again, but the pull from the young man was too strong. He refused to let go, he must make this last as long as he can. The young lady began to shake under his body weight, falling onto her back and taking the young man with her. The young man opened his
America the BeautifulO beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain…for purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain…America the Beautiful2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The wind ruffled his hair as he stood at the top of a hill, looking out over the rolling green hills that were covered in neat rows of white stone markers. Trees in the distance provided shade for the others who had also chosen this location, this particular place, to remember the sacrifices made by others in order to protect the land and the people who called it home. Quiet music drifted through the air, echoing softly as if played by a long-gone orchestra.
America…America…God shed His grace on thee…and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea…
By each marker, a small American flag stood proud, blowing slightly in the breeze, accompanied by flowers and other trinkets to show love and gratitude for the soldiers buried below. With his head held high, Alfred F. Jones, the United Sta