new feeling chapter 8More Like This
shopping and a surprise
Soul got back home and Blair was there taking a nap on the couch. Blair woke up and loot at Soul. She got up and walked over to him.
"So did you tell her?"
"No i didn't."
"Poo, I thought you loved her."
"'I do its just I can't tell her."
"You did last night; you can do it again Soul. You just need to man up and get some balls"( ha-ha)
Soul was depressed from the resent fight. Blair could tell that Soul was sad.
"I know why you don't give her a gift. All girls love gifts!"
"That's a good idea Blair but she's with Kid at the mall right now. She will see us."
"Um...we can be in disuse. I have the perfect outfit for you."Blair took soul into his room and she opened up his closet."Ha found it, let's go get that gift." and with a wink they were off.
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SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch5More Like This
The winter night was cold and bright in London. The normally bustling capital was silent and still except for the occasional whisper of a winter's wind, all its people huddled in their homes against the bitter cold and dreaming of spring. The glow of the city lit the low blanket of clouds and bid a warm welcome to fresh snowflakes as they danced silently above the buildings.
London Bridge was stunning coated in ice and fresh snow. The false dawn of the city completed its frigid beauty with a halo of soft golden light. Fragile crystals of ice clung to Soul's snowy hair; blending in with the white and making it look fuzzier than normal. Every now and then when his attention was drawn to the fresh flakes he would shake his head irritably. He hated the cold. More accurately, he hated being cold but what he hated even more was the silence between his partner and himself. They had hardly even looked at each other this entire trip. When they did, they would just glare and look away with
Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.More Like This
PWFY- Ch. 1: A Stable BeginningMore Like This
With her luggage at hand, Maka stood at the airport of LAX with Stein and Marie standing on either sides of their adopted child. After the death of Spirit and Kami, Stein and Marie were obligated to care for Maka until she was legal of age. For the past half decade, Stein and Marie learned that Maka had inherited her mother’s talent and intelligence as well as her father’s boisterous outbursts when pushed at the wrong button. Ultimately, Maka had been a blessing for the couple and had truly enjoyed her company.
“Are you sure about this?” Marie sniffled. Marie hated goodbyes when it came to people she was emotionally attached, child or not, Maka was no exception.
“Yes, Aunt Marie. I’m sure about this,” Maka replied determinedly. “It’s been half a decade since I saw Kid. I’ve been eager to see him.”
“We know,” Stein answered, “you never leave the house without wearing his ring.”
Maka glanced at the
Day 2: Trust- CompromiseNo… you wouldn’t understand what it’s like to grow up cynical towards every male human being on this planet. To have them make you feel as if you’re loved and feel special to them when you know that they’re only manipulating you with half-hearted sweet nothings. Some people call this view ignorant, perhaps I daresay sexist, but people like me who has experienced it first hand, it’s called pain and the loss of trust.More Like This
Papa loves you and Mama the most…
Papa loves you and Mama the most…
Papa loves you and Mama—
Lies… If Papa truly loved Mama and I, then he wouldn’t have chased other women. He knew it was wrong, every adult should be able to distinguish the right choices from the bad, and yet he still did it. He still hurt Mama and destroyed our happy family. Mama didn’t need to see it for herself, she knew. It was the sweet, intoxicating scent that lingered on his black s
SoMA Week - PROTECTION - ScarsMore Like This
I’m Soul Eater. I’m 18 years old and I’m the coolest DeathScythe in the DMWA, thanks to my meister. My meister is Maka Albarn. She’s a bookworm, whiny, always crushing my skull with oversized books, and the list went on. And you know something? I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the universe.
Last night, something quite… unusual happened between me and her. We… well… man, I sound so uncool… we kissed.
We were watching this sappy corny love movie and you know how Maka feels about them: always telling her that love doesn’t happen like that and one always ends up hurt, bla bla bla (Spirit is one monumental douche, seriously). So I took her in my arms and kissed her.
“I’m not any kind of guy, Maka, and definitely not like your lousy cheating father. I’m the coolest guy who’s your partner that will always be there for you and protect you from anything.”
I left on that going to sleep. Though now,