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'Damn Michael stole my iPod' you were currently walking over to your friend Michael's house. And yes, he stole you iPod during class. 'Just wait till I get my hands on him' you thought walking up to his door. Michael was a scary person. Always wearing his shades and carrying around a hockey stick. The day he met you he actually said 'You my new friend'. At first you said ok because you were scared of him, now you were just AS scary. "MICHAEL WILLIAEMS OPEN UP THIS GODAMN DOOR AND GIMME MY IPOD!" You yelled banging on the door. The door opened but it wasn't Michael. It was a guy with dark brown hair, ruby red eyes and tan skin. "Shesh doll, Anger management much?" He said looking in disgust. "Rude much?" You said giving a similar glare. "Where Michael?" "Hold on" He said walking inside. "YO A**! SOME CHICKS AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!" He yelled up stairs. "IM COMING DAMNIT!" Michael yelled.
Once he got down stairs he just gave his usual smirk at you "Hey __
Seven Minutes in Heaven-2P! RussiaYou weren't even quite sure how that managed to fit in such a small plastic bag. You held in your hands what looked like a forcet pipe. You immediatly guessed Russia, but his turn had already been taken. But he was the only country you could think of that would own such a thing. A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jolt a little. Whoevers it was, it was large and cold. Even through the gloves they were wearing. You turned round and had to crane your head up a fair way to see who it was.More Like This
He had light brown hair, in a similar fashion to his counterparts, and scarily bright scarlet eyes. The skin underneath them was grey from lack of sleep and the man held a frown on his face. A lit ciggarette was held in his mouth by his teeth, which were startlingly white for someone like him.
He wore a black trench coat with a scarlet lining, as if to match his eyes. Matching black combat trousers and doc martins just defined his appearance even more.Black leather gloves covered his hands. He wore an
Seven minutes in Heaven- 2P!Italy"Feli? But he's already been..." Alfred said as you looked at a small italian flag. Your brows furrowed, if Feli had already gone, who was this? Unless it was Lovino. You looked round and shook your head. No, it was with (friend). You heard a quiet chuckled and whipped your head round, to be met with the most gorgeous pink eyes you'd ever seen. "Well well well, I've never seen such a girl like-a you before bella~" He said, his strong, italian accent flowing into your ears like melted chocolate, so smooth and lovely.More Like This
He had the same coloured hair as Feli, and the same shade skin. He was wearing a pair of black, skinny jeans and smart shoes, and a crisp, sky blue shirt, a gold cross necklace sitting on his bronzed chest, glinting in the party lights. He also seemed to be tapping a riding crop against his thigh. That delicate curl still sprang from his head, floating temptingly. "I see you-a got my flag bella, well the closet won't wait all night~" He said, taking the flag and tucking it
Seven minutes in Heaven introHow had you got here? You were sitting in a circle with several other countries. Most of them were drunk, or just stupidly happy, for some reason unknown. You sighed, now you remembered. America had dragged you over to his house for a 'party'. This usually meant everyone would eat burgers and listen to really loud techno. It wasn't your cup of tea to be brutally honest. You would've much rather have stayed at home, cuddled up with a book, but no, 'the hero' had to drag you over for a party...You didn't even want to be here. You had literally got yourself some lunch when he burst through the door and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He hadn't even said 'hello' or given you time to get dressed properly. You had hit his shoulder until your fists hurt but he didn't feel any of it, of course he wouldn't, not with muscles like that. You weren't even in smart clothes. You were wearing a pair of (f/c) skinny jeans, a (sf/c) t-shirt with (f/ch) on it and a pair of knee length,(c)More Like This
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A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and goodness, fearful of exploring beyond;
They were a reminder of the punishment we deser