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I am proud to wear black
My life is back on track
I have discovered the inner me
This is my true identity
No more self-harm or depression
No need for violence or aggression
The dark side of my being
Has revealed another way of seeing
A community of friends
Whose comradeship never ends
Enveloped by a dark embrace
All the girls in black corsets and lace
It seems that the outsiders of society
Have stolen my dark soul in its entirety
So welcome to the new day
I have found an alternative way
Sera, Ch. 6 The PropositionThe sun has fallen, and the pale, fullSera, Ch. 6 The Proposition in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
moon takes it's place in the sky, accompanied by several dark clouds
that crawled ever so slowly across the dark blue sky and past the
mountains. In the hole in the dark cave, the demon masked in black
and brown feathers placed himself in the shadows, just out of the
reach of the moon's light. His eyes closed, and body relaxed. He's
been there since he carried out his orders, and will be until his
commands were obeyed.
His breath was calm and slow, his body
still, and his ears sharply focused for any familiar sounds of his
returning comrades. His head twitched slightly as his concentration
was interrupted by the small wings of a moth as it flapped around the
still hunter out of curiosity. Skinner frowned.
Circling around his head, the moth
spiraled it's way down, scanning the statue. It reached around the
hawk's legs and the difference of structure between the two
questioned the moth. The smallest of light covered around the metal
talons. Seeing t
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victory over the hawk, but already, the word has traveled far to both
land and air. High up in the desert mountains, in a large cavern of
jagged spikes, many twists and turns, and many drop offs, only one
creature found this place as home.
Through the dark shadows, walking
through the gloomy hallways, with each step he took of his left foot,
there was a clank. In the darkness, the outline of his figure could
be seen, awkwardly moving as he proceeded, indicating he limps due to
his missing leg, replaced my a metal one that was nearly an exact
replica of the one he lost. The faintest of sunlight caught the side
of his face, and where his right eye should be, the diamond gleamed
once and died once more as he moved away from the sun and back into
As he proceeded further and further
into his domain, the whispers of his comrades became clearer and
clearer and his with each growing word that he could understand, his
interest in the conversation
Sera, Ch. 2 SquawksThe light of theSera, Ch. 2 Squawks in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
sun stirred Sera in her sleep and slowly brought her out of her
dreams. Slowly crawling from her nest and out into open space, she
looked at the area surrounding her, hoping that it was nothing but
imaginary. The heat and the feeling of the sand beneath her reminded
her that she was no longer apart of a pet life.
She sighed and
looked back at her cage with a lost and hopeless expression, before
she pushed herself away from it. There was no use in staying in a
place that gave little protection, and stung her heart every time she
looked from the glass that formed the cage, to the shredded
newspapers that gradually began to scatter in the wind. There was no
other choice, but to move forward.
When she first
entered the world outside the human home, she enjoyed the new
experiences of the fresh air, the feeling of new element she
slithered on, and the warmth of the sun that was more enjoyable than
the light that used to hang above her cage. But now, she wished that
Sera, Ch. 8 Truths and DoubtsSera’s heart raced against her chest, almost ready to burstSera, Ch. 8 Truths and Doubts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
from her and run in the other direction.
The other snake greatly intimidated her. Just being in his
presence alone made her wish that the hawk finished her off.
His eyes glowed in the shadows under the rim of his worn hat, like
looking at two holes in the ground, revealing the way to a fiery
fate. He smirked at Sera, causing her to wish that she would shrivel
up in the dust and disappear.
Sheriff Jitter suddenly looked pale and ready to collapse and
looked as if he was about to speak, but the words were stuttering as
he tried to form them.
“R-Rattlesnake J-Jake… g-good t-to see ya ag-gin.
Been too l-long…”
The one he called Rattlesnake Jake chuckled and he began circling
the three, eyeing them as he went. Sera remained still, but her eyes
followed him, watching him for anything she should be alert of. When
he spoke, his voice was deep and low.
“Too long indeed, Sheriff Jitter. How have you
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movies that the kids used to watch, Sera immediately knew what kind
of weapon this was. Her eyes glued to the pistol and her muscles
tensed. All she could hear was the increase of her heart beat in her
ears and she dared not to breath.
The iguana stood
trembling in his boots and tried keeping the weapon still by holding
it with both of his hands. Although, it did little good. He took one
step toward Sera, and the sun's light caught a shiny object off his
chest and the light flashed in Sera's eyes, causing her to flinch.
The sudden move
of the giant snake made the iguana jump backwards, at the same time,
pulling the trigger.
Sera heard the
gun shot, and felt the wind of the bullet touch her scales along the
side of her lips and cheek as it passed her without harm.
m-move, you b-blasted Rattler!” The iguana stuttered in a yell,
“D-don't ya think that ya have put us through enough this
through her mind of what to say. Wh
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heave, Sera cleared the top of the hill and with a great sigh, she
slithered into the closest shade and gave her racing heart some time
to slow. She curled into a ball and rested her head onto the top of
her coils, the feeling of being overwhelmed of today's travel lay
heavy on her eyelids.
She struggled to
keep herself awake but the more she forced herself to keep her eyes
open, the harder she found it to stay conscious. Sera slowly began to
submit to the drowsiness that soon felt very welcomed to her.
As she accepted
herself to rest, a sudden sound of something brushing against the
sands quickly caught her attention and she snapped awake. She raised
her head high above the ground but kept herself hidden against the
rock that supported the shadow.
Sharp and short
puffs of air brought her to peek over the rock. Her heart nearly
sprung from her chest as a full view of a coyote sniffing around no
more than a few feet of her. Just as the coyote turned it's head
towards her, s
Sera, Ch. 7 No Cure for EvilThe small town of Riverbed, as the nameSera, Ch. 7 No Cure for Evil in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
describes, the town was built in the center of a long-dried riverbed
with nothing green but one or two cactus. Although, not the entire
river was lost. A stream flowed from the rocks and deep enough for
the civilians to build docks and travel across on boats. On the
opposite side, sat a descent house with a wide area of crops nearly
ready for harvesting for selling to the town.
Jim, the farmer's name, supplied the
material for Sera's hat and belt that curved around her upper body in
a decorative fashion. The leather was not the best, but to Sera, it
was everything. Oil was used to help make the cracked leather shine
as if it was just from the General Store. Every other inch, there was
a new silver stud that was added to the belt to give it more design.
For Sera's hat, a single feather of the hawk that fell to her bite
sat high in the air as a victorious flag, supported by a single
strand of rope that wrapped once around the ht and both ends dangl
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years, she sat in the same corner, in the same cage, in the same
room, of the same house. For the past week now, from where books,
movies, and magazines once were, boxes took their place. The objects
in them secured and snug tight to keep from damage.
She would sit and
watch them pack everything in the boxes and haul them outside. She
knew a big change is to happen, but what exactly, she was not sure
of. It wasn't until the last of the items of the house have been
brought to one of the awaiting vehicles, did two people stride over
to Sera's cage and took opposite ends to lift it up.
questioningly to one another and then back at the corner she has
spent all her life in until the cage was turned at a corner to lead
The outside... a
place Sera was not familiar with.
She gasped as
for the first time she was touched by the sun's warm rays and at
first curled in a ball in one of the corners of her only sanctuary
and hid her head beneath her belly. Sera didn
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Shining star and the mushroom kingdom
One hundred years ago on the night of shooting stars of the Mushroom Kingdom Queen Toadstool ran into the vastness of the night with a baby in arms. Her persecutors two armed koopas were behind her, they wanted the baby .What dark reasons may make them wish something like that? The woman covered with a cloak rushes to the nearest house, where she deposits the sweet creature on the door and knocks it. The Koopas are only a short distance away and has no choice but to flee, leaving her daughter alone, unable to say goodbye forever. A young toad opens the door, he finds a white haired baby with enigmatic violet eyes in a basket along with a letter to whom find it. After reading the letter took up her new daughter.
From that moment the baby was in danger, no one on the kingdom could discover that she was the Princess. The Queen made it clear in the letter, the King discovered her secret, the princess had inherited her mother's powe
Meruse bioName: Meruse BrenaghanMeruse bio in Fan Fiction More Like This
Birthdate: november 8
Maiden Type: Shy and Charming
Height: 5'4"(167.2 cm)
Weight: 116 lbs.
Eye Color: pale blue
Hair Color: pale blonde
Favorite Colors: black, purple and pink
Least Favorite Colors: yellow
Favorite Foods: Cheesecake with raspberry jam
Lease Favorite Foods: junk food
Club(s) formally a member of: drama club and the hostess club
Hobbies : singing, acting , drawing, making jewellery, dancing
Notable Fashions: She tends to wear cute clothes mostly dresses and skirts but she is cute even she's wearing jeans and sweaters. She always has the best jewellery and accessories. (because her family has the largest jewelry industry in the world.)And She plays the violin since she was 3 people say that She's really good but she doesn't matter about it, she just do it for fun
Personality: She is very shy around people and sometimes by his shyness gets in more of a problem. People love her for her warmness and good
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Prologue- The bet
'It was a rainy day, and the patriarchs of the Takahashi family were traveling in their private jet as normal. The plane's motor broke and it crashed, killing all aboard. Now their whole fortune would go directly to her youngest daughter, Akari. The problem was that Akari was still a minor, so her stepbrother Tetsuya would take care of everything until she turned eighteen. Tetsuya was always jealous of his stepsister and he thought that all their fortune would go to him, cause he was the oldest. But in fact, although he didn't wanted to admit it , was that he'll always be the son of his father's lover. Until Akari turned eighteen she would pay for everything his stepmother did to him.
Since their parents died Akira felt very alone, she thought the death of her parents was her fault for asking if they could come to see her for her birthday. Even though she knew they would be busy, and probably they wouldn't be interes
Maybe you're my loveMeruse was saying goodbye to Umi-chan who was late for her next class, they both were coming out of music class where they've been preparing the show for the academy festival.Maybe you're my love in Comedy More Like This
" Bye Meru-chan see you later in the club" Umi said with a smile while she was running down the hallway.
"Bye Ping-san" said Meruse waving. "What a girl" thought giggling.
Kaoru appeared behind me, saying we had to talk. He took my hand and we started running. Many students were looking at us but I didn't care about it , cause there's nothing wrong with going hand in hand with a friend. We reached an empty hallway and Kaoru looked up and down watching us to be alone. He'll had something important to tell me.
"Meruse" he said whispering the word, it made my heart race, he never called me by my name since the preparatory school , only Brenaghan-san. "Like I said , we need to talk, that's very important for me." He took a big breath and looked me in the eyes, in theirs there was a tr
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Age: About 24
Appearance: She's about two inches taller than Princess Peach with fair skin like alabaster, silk long hair and violet eyes. For her curvaceous form and beautiful voice among other qualities is considered the most beautiful of all the Boo Kingdom.
Her wardrobe consists of a number of robes, all of them have the same colouring, violet mostly. She loves wearing Boo jewellery ( Earrings and necklaces with Boos)
Her preferred dress is one with transparencies and white hem.
The robe itself, made of spiderweb (A kind of silk made by yellow and black spiders), accentuates the curves and Mr. Boo loves it. She wears purple gloves to the elbow and a gold crown with blue gems that glow in the dark. Well, the truth is that she glows in the dark too. She always wears heeled shoes and dresses , but has been seen wearing trainers and tracksuit a number of times playing sports with the little Boos.
ZeylahMy past isn't happy to remember, my parents always wanted me to be the best of everything and were very strict with me. I lived in a large house in Hudson, Ohio and since I was little I could saw the other children playing outside, acting like children on the playground while I was forced to practice until my hands bled and to study till sleep overcame me . Always waiting for a gesture of approval of my parents that never came.Zeylah in Fan Fiction More Like This
I haven't free time so I distanced myself from people been left alone.
People always looked at me with a mixture of envy and jealousy and really had no idea of hell that I was passing to obtain all my successes. How to understand having to fight so hard for the affection of your parents, to make them feel proud of yourself and don't left you aside. After years of hard struggle I gave up. I left school and with it all the pain I had endured. My parents were furious, yelling that they spent money and wasted effort on me and that they haven't
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I was awakened by an incessantly beep and the rays of sun on my face. When I incorporated in the bed I discovered that I was in a luxury white hospital room, with multiple cables around me, the beep came from the machine that was connected.
Suddenly a shrill voice broke the silence, it was a nurse dressed in white who ran out of the room shouting "Doctor, doctor She 's awakened. " I felt confused, not knowing what was going on and still less why I was in hospital.
Two people came along the doctor and nurse that I saw before, at first I didn't recognize them as my parents cause they seemed much older than when I saw them this morning. Nobody said anything, they were there in the distance , watching me like if I were a mirage. The doctor was the first to break the silence, he approached , standing next to me with the nurse behind him and began to ask .
"Miss Brenaghan" said in a calm voice, "Do you know where you are?"
"I" said in a trembling voice " I'm in a Hospital
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Hello? Sally spoke into the phone. No answer. Hello?
JoJo ran into the kitchen and waited for his mother to notice him. Sighing, she put down the phone.
None of the phones in the house are working! She told him. Ive tried them all!
How could all the phones in the house not be working? JoJo was flabbergasted. What about your Whophone?
Sally hadnt thought of that and she quickly took out her portable phone, quickly dialing her husbands number. For a few seconds, two Whos held their breath and waited for a reply. Then, Sally gasped and dropped the phone. JoJo glanced at her before he grabbed the phone and listened.
You loose, I win! You loose, I win! The voice was mocking them.
Someone had planned this.
Oh, none o
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Was this couple of new parents ever going to get any sleep?
Hopefully, they would be tonight was not going to be a sleeping night.
Upon hearing their only child crying, both Ned and Sally awoke.
You, sleep. Ned commanded.
No, you sleep. Sally returned.
Honey, you were up last night with him, its my turn. Ned stood up and yawned.
But you need your sleep Mr. Mayor, Sally stood as well. You should be sleeping.
Sweetheart, youve stayed up with JoJo for so many nights. Let me do it.
But already did it!
Well, this argument was a stalemate. Neither of them were winning or loosing.
How about this? Ill get JoJo, bring him in here and well both get some sleep. Ned compromised.
Alright, I can live with that. Sally sat down on the bed.
Ned hurried to JoJos
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How long had Ned been here? At least two days. It seemed somewhat longer than that. Why hadnt he escaped yet?
Because he had no idea where he was.
That was a good reason.
Oh crooked clovers!
Hes not here! He lied, knowing that it wouldnt really work.
Oh arent you just full of random humor? Guess asked as she pulled him closer to her. You are just way to cute!
He really wished she stopped doing that. Every time she gave him a hug, Guess would squeeze him close to her chest. She was doing on purpose, he just knew it. Still, he found himself not minding as much as he used too. In fact, he was getting use to her. Was that a bad thing? More than likely, yes but as of now he really didnt seem to care.
So what are you going to show me today? He asked.
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Ned had been released from his straps but his feet were now bound together so if he ran, he wouldnt really get anywhere. Guess couldnt have been happier. She just followed him around, completely smitten. Ned felt awkward but there didnt seem to be anyway out of his current dilemma as of now. Maybe he could trick Guess into telling him how to escape without her knowing.
This is a really nice place youve got here. Ned started.
You really like it? Guess sounded excited. All the coloring is influenced by you!
Yep! Your favorite colors are orange, red, yellow and blue! See? Guess twirled her bright yellow dress. I only wear the colors you like!
Ned felt another blush on his face; Guess really seemed to adore him. This feeling of having such a big admirer made him feel a
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JoJo glanced at the clock; it was already ten thirty. This was odd. His parents never stayed out this late. The girls were in bed by nine and JoJo was asleep by ten but his parents usually came home from their dates to check up their children.
This was weird.
And not in the good kind of sense.
Running to the window, JoJo leaned against the glass, hoping to catch one glance of his parents. Then, around the corner, he saw the familiar towering hairstyle that belonged to his mother. Finally, they were home!
Where was dad?
Squinting his eyes, JoJo could make out two figures, one he had already identified as his mother. The other figure, however, was not his father. The person walking next to his mother was rather chubby with coarse fur. Not to mention this Who (or whatever) wasnt wearing any clothing! JoJo knew his father woul
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Ned groaned as he began to awake as a throbbing pain pushed on the inside of his head. What happened? The last thing he remembered was hearing footsteps before everything went black. Did someone attack him?
Yawning, Ned sat up, trying to get his bearings. Everything seemed different but his vision was somewhat blurry. However, he could makeout the outline of a mirror. Approaching it, he saw his reflection and was perplexed.
Someone had changed his clothes.
He was no longer wearing his normal every day garb. He had been given a purple, satin robe with golden trimming and looking down, he saw slippers of gold adorned his feet. Okay, now he was starting to get worried.
Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to bring him here. Well, where ever here was.
Hello? Ned called out. No reply. Is anyone there?
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Rarity: War is Complicated
Everything was still. Slightly hunched over a decorative red sandalwood desk she sat in a chair made of finely polished pink ivory with luxurious crimson velvet cushions. The papers on the desk were neatly stacked to the left while a single book titled "Flying Colors" took its residence on the right. Exactly five inches in front of the book was an antique vase that dated back 586 years. The vase was plain but along its rim was a lovely scene of couples walking through a thriving park. Pure white orchids had nestled in the relic, their clean blooms head high. Lined at the front of the desk's polished surface were a row of five pens, all black but each engraved with a different type of gem, perfectly parallel with the one next to it. Nothing moved. Not even her.
Her arms were propped up on the desk, gloved in pure black, and her hands sat folded together, the lovely slender fingers entwined. Beneath the sandalwood s
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Applejack: War is Business
The trees were pathetic. Most of them were dead or dying without the care and nourishment they had been receiving for years before. They had even given up on bearing fruit. Only a dozen trees still provided bounty and they were tasteless shells of the gleaming jewels they had once been. Fed only by water and the suffocating smoke of industry, it was a miracle even these trees still stood. This land that had once been a farm of the most delicious apples for miles around had fallen into hard times, only to rise into a different kind of farming. The farming of steel and bronze. The farming of offense and defense. The farming of war machines. That's the kind of farm Sweet Apple Acres was now.
The Barn, which had once been filled with the sounds of content cows, now echoed with the sounds of unwilling metal and the harsh shouts of man. The smell of iron and sweat was always heavy in the air, as though the very walls ha
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Pinkie Pie: War is war
The rising sun was like fire. It was blazing without the heat and burning without the flames, bathing the landscape in red. The whole scene had the appearance of a sunset in reverse. Creeping towards a sleepy village, the glowing light slid over the mountains and hills, scorching the fields and trees. However, as the stalking light reached the Everfree forest, clouds began to move in, black and grey claws grasping for the glowing orb. A tiny sliver was all the reached the village before the clouds snuffed it out like a dying candle.
The village of Ponyville was in as sorry a state as ever. A year had passed since the war that had caused the worst of the damages but still they lingered like an unattended wound. Some attempts at repairs had been made, boards hammered over holes, debris swept from the streets, but otherwise they had been left to fester and putrefy. Time had also taken its toll, but it was secondary
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Fluttershy: War is Wrong
The sky was the color of murky water and the ground was like an open grave. The mud was moist with thick sweat and even thicker blood that bubbled up if even the slightest pressure was applied. People were screaming, oh were they screaming. Some people were afraid and others were in excruciating torment, the kind of torment you feel when you look down and see your insides sliding out of your body. Sometimes there were screams of fear because they didn't know what had happened and where they were; only that they hurt and they wanted someone to make the hurting stop. Sometimes there was fear because they knew where they were and what was happening and they just didn't want to be there. They wanted to be five again and to run to their mother's arms because they were afraid. The terrible sounds were everywhere; the air itself seemed to be in pain. Yet still the guns fired and the people ran forward. People still killed and people still f
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Rainbow Dash: War is ..well, hell if I know!
The weather had been strange. With each passing day the clouds grew thicker, darker, and heavier. A few months back they had been white, beautiful and scattered sparsely throughout the true blue. Now it was as though there was no sky at all, just a large mass of gloomy haze. Then there were days when there wasn't a cloud in sight but still everything felt off. The sky wasn't the same blue and the sun the sun was the strangest of them all. It seemed too dim but too bright, too warm yet too cold. And the way it hung, no, the way it dragged through the sky was almost eerie. Sure the nights had been strange as well; the clouds would almost completely disperse and the moon shown brighter and larger in the sky, but it didn't have the same edginess the days had.
Today was one of those cloudy days and soaring through the grey sky was a young seraph. Her speed was too high for casual loitering a
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Twilight Sparkle: War is Necessary
Arms swaying at her sides, occasionally brushing against her skirt, a woman walked down an organized, clean hall way. Her head held up high, she walked with purpose. With each step the heels of her boots made contact with the pale gold marble floor to let out a sharp and authoritative click. Her demeanor did not waste it's presence for each person she passed either greeted her politely or stood at attention until she was several steps ahead. By now she had come to acknowledge the reactions, hardly noticing them, much different from when she first received such respect, which had left her flustered and embarrassed.
Still, nothing escaped her wandering gaze. Should one of the men linger too long in the hallway or a group of woman giggle amongst themselves to loudly (or if they giggled at all dependent on her mood), she was quick to make her existence known without a single utterance, perhaps an annoyed clearing of the throat
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"Wow! Radioactive Man Vs. Wussycat: When The Claws Come Out!"
Bart Simpson gaped upon the comic book in the window of the Android's Dungeon & Baseball Card Shop. "Man,
only a few of even the most elite comic book collectors own *that* one! Aah, how I admire their strength of
much moolah, their grace and bravery of their never begging their parents..."
Milhouse Van Houten loosened his fixed gaze upon the book, and shifted his glance to Bart. "Yeah, they're
known as the Wussies!"
Bart blinked at him puzzledly.
"Er..they're still trying to come up with a new club name."
After a few more minutes of worshipping, the admiring silence was disturbed by the hoarse, slightly-scratchy,
threatening voice of a certain bully. Oh, no.
"Hey, Four-Eyes!" Nelson Muntz called out, standing behind the two boys, and with two other boys behind him
in a rather 'bodyguard' fashion.
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"Gck... l-let... go of me!"
Bob looked around, then tauntingly said:
"Oh, I don't see anyone else who'd want me to do that..."
The cold, sharp silver started to press into the thin skin on Bart's throat. Now helpless, Bart Simpson closed his
eyes and waited for the inevitable...
Just then, Bart wondered why things still looked so bright even when his eyes were shut tight. Upon opening
them, a car's bright headlights almost blinded him. Huh? he thought. "What the..."
"Police!" Chief Wiggum called out. "Hey, is everything all right out there?"
Chief Wiggum! Bart thought. The fear left his face, and immediately after that, a sadistic smile grew upon it.
He coolly answered Bob's earlier question: "I dunno, that cop over there might have something to say about it."
Bob's heart raced. Caught.
Wiggum shined a flashlight on Bob
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* * *
Cecil Terwilliger, formerly of cell block 4, Springfield Penitentiary, was pleased to say he was not insane,
thank you very much. His life was (most of the time) perfectly normal. He had never tried to run for mayor on a
corrupted agenda. He had never married someone just to murder them, and he had never held the city ransom
with a nuclear weapon. No sir! Cecil was just about the nicest, most pleasant guy you'd ever want to meet.
It was his brother that was weird.
The red-haired Terwilliger sibling stooped down at their front door and retrieved the envelopes. As he
shuffled through the mail, he predicted that within them were bills, begs for subscriptions to trivial publications
about theories about a musician's surgically-enhanced nose, which rat-faced boy-band dropout would become the
next bubblegum pop sensation, or who Selma Bouvier was dating this week. His expressive onyx eyes blinked in
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"So you're back," Cecil welcomed Robert home. "So proud of you, big brother."
"And you may imagine the..." -- Bob shuddered lightly -- "...'warm, fuzzy feeling' I got hearing you say that." His
voice was icy with sarcasm, as usual, but more tired than always. "How sweet. Think I need a root canal."
Cecil just stared at him with an air of boredom. "Ah, hush up." He then looked away from Bob, and cocked his head
to one side.
"I see you've brought company..."
"What...?" The expression on Bob's face turned to one of puzzlement, then to concern, and once he looked behind
him, to annoyance; for Katherine stood there casually.
"Ta-dah." she simply stated.
"You followed me?!" Bob inquired rather loudly, his hands almost automatically landing on his hips in annoyance.
It was throughout that evening that Bob an
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"UGH!..." followed by a eughughugh-sounding groan.
"HA-ha!" One rather shaggy-looking prisoner echoed out. He brushed back his messy brown hair, grinned a
toothy grin and ran off.
Bob Terwilliger mumbled to himself, pulling away the rake that had slammed uncourteously into his face.
Prison detail work... as usual. He once again renewed his protest to this pointless toiling. Under his breath,
anyway. He sighed and proceeded to rake up more of the wide variety of discarded objects that was trash.
He ranted to himself in the silence of his own mind. Why me? he had asked himself. It was not the first
time he'd asked himself eternal, answerless questions like these. Why he put himself through such torture, why on
those rare occasions he finally earns his freedom from this wretched hellhole that he throws himself back in with
this morbid obsession with attempting to kill people; people who constantly fill him with a painful rage and
His Master, Deceit 3His Master, Deceit 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: our time, actual time, currently the time and space era we inhabit this very moment. Or, as some may call it of this very moment 2011.
"Young master," I call softly into his hear, raking back some of his hair from his pretty face, "It is time to wake up now, you have a big day ahead of you."
Victoria's eyes pop open in shock, her body still draped across mine, her arms encircling my chest. She peers up at me, retracting her hands in embarrassment, crossing them under one another over her stomach. Due to my slight seduction technique her blonde bangs are shoved away from her face displaying her lovely face and single exposed eye.
"Did I did I fall asleep on you last night?" she demands, the disgust in her tone might as well have been a slap in the face.
I nod, buttoning a few buttons I had undone for comfort in the night, "You did, sorry for being so rough but you insisted. I'm amazed no one got onto us, you are quite loud."
Red consumes her face,
His Butler, LustfulHis Butler, Lustful in Short Stories More Like This
The rightful head of the household stares distastefully at himself in the mirror as his faithful butler happily tugs folds and creases into crisp edges. The young earl's small lips turn into a frown as his single blue eye surveys the atrocity of an outfit Sebastian clothed him in-a large mass of blue and white frills and lace courtesy of his 'fiancée.' Exhaling he feels his body stiffen as Sebastian fastens a hat with equal decoration atop his master's head, a smirk tugging on his lips dying to burst into laughter.
"Sebastian " Ciel growls, meeting the butler's red eyes in the mirror, " what is this?"
"Party attire." The butler replies simply, as if his master had asked what day it is today, "Miss Elizabeth insisted you wear this to her party."
"A party I've been trying to veto for the past three days." Ciel sighs, his frown sinking, "Whatever was she thinking, holding an extravagant party in my home, a place of business not play."
"I think she just wants to spend some t
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Her wide eyes flicker with confusion and denial as she leans forward more, inspecting the sight before her. As Elizabeth had entered the room she had heard some odd sounds from behind Ciel's desk and a closer look revealed his butler atop her fiancé attached at the face. "What's going on?" she attempts to demand but comes out as a whisper.
Ciel moves his jaw slightly; clenching it like he usually does when he's mad as Sebastian sits upright, sliding off his master. Sebastian helps Ciel stand, keeping a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder comfortingly. He flashes the trembling girl before him a charmed smile, "Miss Elizabeth "
"Where you two kissing?" she hisses, disgust in her tone as she takes a step away from the anomaly of butler and master.
"No." Sebastian replies simply.
"But I saw you!" she shouts, tears gathering in her eyes, "I saw you kiss him, Sebastian! Is that any way to treat my fiancée? The man I'm destined to be with?!"
Ciel narrows his eye, "Who said I
50 Things Ciel Cannot Do1. I am no longer allowed to wear my eyepatch to the left side so I can scare Finny. The hospital bills and emotional scarring are not as funny as the look on his face.50 Things Ciel Cannot Do in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. I can not do the same as stated above to the dorky Indians when they won't leave my hosue.
3. Nor can I do it to Lizzie, no matter how many times her hugs threaten to collapse my ribcage.
4. It is not proper for young earls to crossdress as girls when it is not for an assignment.
5. Sebastian doesn't care if it's a great way to get back at Druit. (seduce and kill!)
6. Even though Sebastian himself seems to get off on it...
7. If I even so much as think about allowing Pluto into the house the contract is over.
8. Or Sebastian gets my soul without me getting revenge.
9. No matter how badly I want to I cannot hire Grelle to kill Lizzie.
10. Nor may I use my butler's body as payment to said shinigami.
11. Stealing is wrong, especailly when it's opium.
12. Yes, it's techinically mine so it's not really stealing but appare
50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do1. When awakening the young master I cannot greet him by saying, "Good morning sir, I hope I wasn't too rough." He doesn't like it no matter how amusing his reaction.50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. If the young master inquires as to whom is at the door I may not respond 'The black market.' Calming the young master from panic attacks aren't the most enjoyable of things.
3. The household help are to be treated as people, not like the incompetant morons they are.
4. Spitting in earl grey tea is bad, no matter what the young earl himself has thrown at my head that morning.
5. Cats are not permitted to be in the house.
6. Or in my room.
7. Especially not my room or the wardrobe in my room.
8. No cats anywhere except for outside (even still I must hide them!).
9. I may be a demon but that is no exucse for many reasons.
10. One of which being to scare the household help.
11. Offering contracts just to kill Finny is prohibited.
12. If Mey-Rin tries to rape me in my sleep I am permitted to hit her twice but no more.
Dice of lifeDice of Life,Dice of life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Throw the dice of life,
It will show you a side,
A picture of your former face,
Maybe it will show you the past,
Memories of what´s left,
Of events before they slowly fade,
Through your mind into space,
Thriw the dice and see,
How your fate used to be,
Roll the dice of life,
It will show you a side,
A simple range of words,
Some of them full of hate and cursed,
Maybe it will show the future,
And all the paths you have been so sure,
About following until the end,
Until the dice of life presents,
A dose of realism,
That some might not belive in,
Roll the dice of life and see,
How your fate is going to be,
Touch the dice of life,
I will show you your life,
And all times you might have lied,
But you did so now don´t ask why,
Don´t I have more time,
You touched the dice of life,
And it can´t be thrown twice,
So now experience how you fate is like
CommonCommonCommon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I think of everything,
I was supposed to be accomplishing,
Everything that was designed,
To shape my life from the outside,
To control it,
And to mold it,
Into the life of a common person,
I get confused and perplex when,
I realise all the ways that,
People influence me and,
All the things I live and breathe for,
All the things I would bleed and die for,
It fells like a cage,
And it gets smaller with growing age,
It fells like I´m forced to take a certain path cause then,
I would fit right into the system,
I quiet guy that would never speak,
A common life, averge at peak,
It´s the system for god´s sake,
I fell like a slave with a freedom cape,
That gets stept upon so I don´t lift off,
To a life and an uncommon spot,
If I would think about how common I am,
With no pause, only a sheet and a pen,
I would probably write a poem,
About the life of the common
UnderstandingUnderstandingUnderstanding in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don´t understand me,
I´m not an engine like I used to be,
I don´t function as well annymore,
And many things just happend to be so,
confusing and frightning,
Cause when the engine stops what happends to my sight then?
I don´t understand
I don´t understand me,
I used to be happy,
Walk around smile and sing,
Nowadays that feels like cringe,
And it´s making me sad and weakens me constandly,
Not to mention all this sadness surrounding me,
And that shakes and scares me,
Cause when the sadness takes over what happends to the real me?
I don´t understand
I don´t understand anything,
Not just me but everything,
I fear what´s to come,
When my engine stops to run,
I feel lonly again,
I think it started somewhere when,
I kept asking myself,
But didn´t understand myself,
The engine soon will stand still,
I don´t understand and probably never will
Inner DeamonInner DeamonInner Deamon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I emerge of lava,
I rise upon what kept me locked,
And leave behind all that´s not a ,
Piece of me and keeps me mocked,
I avenge on what has sealed,
Myself in the inside of someone,
Now I arise and feel,
The pain inside that bothered me so long,
Merge with parts of whom,
Set a prison,
I waeve and fight through,
Shades and visions,
It´s a test to find out,
If I´m worthy to be free,
But i´ll pass and shout,
For all the time I coul´nt see,
I arise so care,
If I find a way out,
You will have to beware,
Because deamons growl loud.
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What have I done to deserve,
Such thoughts that curse,
And contamine my sence,
I´ll never be cleansed,
I have tried to get real,
To be the one everyone expects me to be,
But I slowly loose track,
And it destroyes and wrecks,
Me so I cover my face,
But maybe I´m just havin rough days
I disappointed all the people,
That believe in me and keep me,
Living and breathing,
My heart beating,
I´ve let them down,
Once they come,
To terms with that,
They leave like everyone else,
I feel so lost without a trace,
Or maybe I´m just havin rough days
I´ve lost hope,
For myself to show,
Everybody what they what they want to see,
To play the person that I´m supposed to be,
Maybe one day people will understand,
What it ment,
To only have rough days
Mafia fic Chap 4Mafia fic Chap 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
While following Johnny outside to the yard, Meg noticed several police officers covering the dead with sheets or putting police tape around the crime scene. She then looked over and saw two paramedics extracting the bullet from her fathers shoulder and trying to take care of the wound. Several feet away, she noticed Legs on a stretcher. She gasped and tried not to cry. Johnny looked down at the little girl and noticed her reactions. She had both her palms covering her mouth, eyes wide like saucers and tears beginning to fill her eyes. Johnny felt disgusted. He hated seeing people cry or show any kind of emotion. He taught himself at an early age that showing any kind of emotion would get you no respect or worse-death. Johnny told himself if he ever had a child he would teach it to never cry. Being weak was something that a man in the mafia should never do. He often hated Fat Tony for never teaching his child that. He continued looking at the little girl and rolled his eyes.
Mafia fic Chap 3Mafia fic Chap 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the dining room, Meg could see the large groups of people attending her party. She recognized some of the men; others, she had not seen before. Still holding her fathers hand, she looked up and smiled at him. Fat Tony looked down and smiled back at his daughter. Meg realized everyone was here-all but one person.
Wow papa, are all these people here for me, she asked, squeezing his hand tightly.
Fat Tony picked Meg up and placed her beside his hip.
Yes, all of these people are here for you. Now hurry and get out there-they are waiting.
He dropped the little girl, as she rushed out into the yard. The groups of people all raised their hands and walked over to the little girl. Frankie, another man that worked for Fat Tony, picked up the little girl and began to spin her around in circles. He then gave a kiss on each cheek and placed her back on the ground.
Look at you, he said while he ruffled with her hair. Youre a beauty. My god,
Mafia fic Chap 2Mafia fic Chap 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
No one in the house knew when the little girls birthday was. They all tried thinking of days that would be suitable for Megs special day. Finally, after long discussions, Louie came up with the idea of celebrating her birthday on the day that the men found her on their doorstep. Fat Tony felt uncomfortable doing that; celebrating his little girls day on the night that her real parents abandoned her. When Johnny heard this he laughed; this would the perfect day to celebrate it because it would remind them all that garbage pickup now no longer comes on Tuesdays. And for that comment, both Legs and Louie knocked him senseless to the ground. For a few moments, Fat Tony thought of that idea. He didnt want to remember of why her parents gave her up but that they were celebrating her presence and the happiness that she brought to this family. He agreed and from that conversation, Megs birthday was now celebrated on May 24th.
The day that Johnny finally made Meg c
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When someone tells you that their child is the apple of their eye, your heart begins to melt and you picture a smiling father and his beautiful little girl. This was no exception for Fat Tony and the now five year old little girl he found on his door step named Meg. She was a happy child; always eager to follow either her father or one of the boys when they would go into another room and ask them if they wanted to play a game. In an instant, they would stop what they were doing and play with the little girl. Meg was especially close to Legs. Legs adored that little girl and whenever she asked him to play hide-and-seek, play a tea party or even if it involved dressing up with her, he would. One night in particular, Legs remembered it was raining outside and there was a terrible thunder and lightning storm. Meg was afraid that night and had a hard time staying asleep in her bed. Louie, Fat Tony and Legs stayed by her bedside until they all thought she was fast asleep. But children someti
For YouBenson wanted to scream. Those idiots were mad at him? After everything he's done for them, all the second chances he's given them? They had the gull to push him out of the cart about a mile away from the park, and just drive off without him?For You in Short Stories More Like This
Gritting his teeth, Benson began stomping back to the house. "Ungrateful, lazy, idiotic..." As Benson walked, his footsteps softened, and eventually, all the anger was pushed out, leaving exhaustion and maybe a bit of lonliness behind.
After about an hour, nearly sunset, Benson had made it back to the house. He slowly climbed the stairs, and sat down on the couch, putting his glass head back on the old yet still soft fabric.
"Oh, Hello Benson!" Pops said cheerfully, "Care to join our game of cards?"
"Not now Pops," said Benson. He usually didn't mind playing a game with Pops, but right now, he just wasn't in the mood.
"Where's Mordecai and Rigby," Skips, who was also playing cards, asked.
"How should I know?" Benson snapped, "They stole the cart a
The ExIt was a lovely day for swinging, one of Pops favorite things to do. He giggled as the wind blew past his face as he swung back and forth, tickling his moustache. Yes, definitely a lovely day for swinging.The Ex in Short Stories More Like This
But just then, the lolliman saw a bus pull up by the west park entrance. It opened it's doors, and a woman walked out. But not just any woman, she was a gumball machine, just like Benson. She had long blonde hair, and was wearing a purple shirt with a pink and purple plaid skirt. Her gumballs were violet. She looked about the same age as Benson, and she looked like a girl who partied a lot, but could be serious and threatening when she needed to be.
As soon as her sharp, high heal hit the sidewalk, Pops was over by her with a welcoming smile. "Hello Madam!" he said happily, "My name is Pops! May I ask what your name is?"
"Veronica," she said, with a smile that would make an actress proud, "Nice to meet you. I was wondering if you know anyone by the name of, Benson Marin?"
"Oh, are yo
Footloose"Are we going to put on a few music discs and dance the night away?"Footloose in Short Stories More Like This
"No Pops, we're just cleaning out my collection," replied Benson as he opened another box. Since he used to be a part of a band, it was no surprise Benson had an extensive music collection. But since his apartment wasn't exactly the biggest, and there were only about a dozen records he still listened to, he decided to finally go through his collection. Any records or cds he didn't want would go to the local Salvation Army, and would hopefully be bought by someone who would appreciate them as much as Benson had.
Of course once Benson had announced this, Pops wanted to help (Mordecai and Rigby wanted to help to, but Benson, knowing it would most likely be a disaster, rejected the offer). So, here they were, in the living room of the old park house going through record after record.
"Oh my, such interesting art!" said Pops, gazing in awe at all the album covers. Some simple, and some outragous. Definitely the 80's. "Good
Coffee and TeaAnother morning, another cup of coffee. And boy did Benson feel like he needed it today. It was Monday, the beginning to another long week.Coffee and Tea in Short Stories More Like This
Letting himself inside the old teal house, Benson turned on the coffee maker, and grabbed the newspaper. It was a little after 7:30, which meant Pops would be up soon. Mordecai and Rigby were supposed to wake up at 8 (most likely he would have to drag their lazy butts out of bed, again). Skips was probably already up, and was just relaxing in his own house before coming into work.
The familiar grindings of the coffee machine echoed through the kitchen, and the caffenated drink's scent began to travel through the house.
Just as Benson was pouring the coffee into a mug, he heard soft footsteps come down the stairs. "Good morning, my good man!" Pops said with a smile. Everything from his shined shoes to his spotless top hat made the lolliman look like he was ready for the day.
"Morning Pops," Benson said, giving him a small smile before turning back t