Cross Country Quotes Part 1Since I am in Cross Country, this seems like a good idea.More Like This
"The only good pace is a suicide pace, and today looks like is a good day to die."
"If Cross Country was easy they'd call it Football."
"You ask me why I run? The same reason I breathe."
"We don't yield to pedestrians."
"Run like you stole something."
"May the course be with you."
"Cross Country-Everything else is just a game."
""Cross Country; Finally a real use of golf courses."
"Our sport is your sport's punishment."
"Obsession. A word used by the lazy to describe the dedicated."
"The wishbone will never replace the backbone."
"Where were you at 5 a.m.?"
"No one ever drowned in sweat."
"Cross Country is a mental sport and we're all insane."
*I found these all online. I claim no ownership.
The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreamsWhen you live so long among dreams,More Like This
they start shaping your reality
When you live so long without...
reality shapes you
HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.More Like This
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
Gluskin Part 4You didn’t notice he had brought you back into the room until he sat you down on the bed. Every damned room in that place looked the same, it was hard to tell a hallway from a room in the dark. He stopped singing and looked down at you.More Like This
“I have something for you, come now, let’s get you out of that dress. Turn around.” He motioned with his wrist in a circular motion. You turned around so your back faced him and sat on your legs. He pulled down the zipper and exposed your almost bare back. He made something that sounded like an approving moan.
“Quite a beautiful body.” His hand grazed down to the small of your back causing you to shiver. Everything about this guy was intense.
“Don’t tease me.” You whispered and looked back at him,
“It won’t be a tease for long.” He leaned forward for what you thought would be a kiss, but instead was just him pulling the dress over your shoulders. You heard his footsteps move away an
You asked for dark poetry.i will neverMore Like This
to my enemies.
i will devour them all.
with a fork.
Laughing Jack X Reader- Baby Come Back!!!You sat on your bed, reading a simple book. Doing literally nothing other than wait for Jack to return from where ever he ran off to. It wasn't the first time he randomly vanished, coming back in his own time. Your ears perked up as you thought you heard someone singing, the song itself sounded familiar. You rose quietly, who the hell was singing at 2 in the after noon?More Like This
'Trying to forget you is just a waste of time~Baby come back, any kind of fool could see~There was something in everything about you~' the voice sounded like Jack's, but why would he be singing? You walked over to the small, narrow stair case. Your eyes widened, Jack stood 3/4s the way up and holding a orange flower.
"Baby come back! You can blame it all on me!" He shoved the flower into your face and you stared at him, an embarrassed blush coming onto your face.
"W-what? Did you kill a someone?" you voice stammered as he jumped up the rest of the stairs and hugged you tightly. Swaying from side to side along with his h
Laughing Jack X Reader 7 Minutes in HeavenLaughing Jack X Reader 7 Minutes in HeavenMore Like This
You searched for something interesting, something different. Avoiding all sharp and pointy objects. You grasped a rope, a worn one at that. Pulling it out, it stretched about a foot or two. Reaching the end a small bear had the roped tied in a noose around its neck, rainbow colored candies fell from its stomach. Splendor took a purple candy and popped it into his mouth.
"He always gives the best candy ________" Splendor sucked on the hard candy, holding the bear under you arm you unwrapped a lemon piece. A shrill laugh came from behind you as you placed the candy into your mouth. You turned sharply, muscles tense. A lanky your man stood with messy black hair, white and black fur on his shoulder, black a white striped sleeves covered his arms, a pair of dark grey over-alls and long striped socks. His skin was a glossy plastic white, black lips with dark rings around his eyes; he cocked his head to the side hair falling in his face.
Chaotic Order Chapter 1The power of harmony was coming back...Twilight felt all six of them rise from the ground as their elements glowed...More Like This
Eyes flashing with pure magic, Twilight gazed at Discord as the rainbow of their friendship formed, looking like a powerful storm as it shot up into the sky. Oh, he looked so bored by all of this...Twilight wanted to speak out her annoyance for his failed surprise, but she was sure he would give one as soon as they finished with him.
Finally, the rainbow arched and headed straight at him, and Twilight could finally see a look of shock in his mismatched pupils.
The unicorn smiled. This was just like how they stopped Nightmare Moon before converting her back into Princess Luna. The same rainbow, the same results. All Twilight needed to think of now was how she and her friends were going to speak to Discord once he was weakened. Well, SHE would do the talking; Rainbow Dash just wanted to beat him up.
Finally, the impact of the rainbow nearly ripped Disc
SpinelessMy mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.More Like This
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreciating?
I suppose the trouble with most relationships is to trust someone, knowing that you would willingly lie to them, just to protect them from getting hurt. We all do it, and those of us who claim we don’t, only lie because their lies are smaller. I lied to protect them from what had happened to my bones. Not just my spi
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"