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 Tell me, if you ever saw the sky completely rip apart, leaving nothing but darkness, what would you do? If I am not mistaken, you would most likely stop dead in your tracks and look up at the sky in absolute horror. The mere mention of such a situation might even make some people shudder.   Not Arthur, however. If anything, it seemed to calm him down, seeing the world in such chaos.   He looked up at the broken sky in awe. It almost looked like the sky was a bright, blue cloth, and it was simply cut in half.  Both ends immediately fell like if they were paper, and the world seemed to be at night. As enthralling as it was, it seemed that

Hello~! OtterxSorrel here! If you read and like my work, please consider leaving a comment! Comments are what motivate me to keep writing, and helps me produce my work faster. Constructive criticism is also very much welcomed! I hope you enjoy~! I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don’t bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I’m OK But that’s not what gets me What hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say And wat

9:50 pm Alfred had 2 empty can of coke lying by his side, watching the busy city of Washington, as his eyelids began to drop. "Hey," he turned his head to the back. "Arthur?" He scurried up to his legs. Arthur stood straight, his hands inside the pockets of his black jacket and a Union Jack themed bandana was wrapped around his neck. "I read your note," Arthur said. Alfred's sky blue eyes brighten up, hugging Arthur to its maximum state, as Arthur stood there, being hugged, dumbfounded. "Finally, I can spend some time with you," Arthur smiled. "Ah, yes, bloody work," he hugged back, closing his emerald eyes. Alfred leaned out to a ce

Zadzwonił dzwonek. Wszyscy uczniowie liceum, znajdującego się gdzieś niedaleko centrum Londynu, ruszyli do swoich klas, aby przypadkiem się nie spóźnić. Najbardziej  zależało na tym uczniom ostatniej klasy, którzy mieli akurat lekcje historii. Nie dość, że do klasy trzeba było się wspinać na trzecie piętro, przeciskając się przez tłum zdezorientowanych i zagubionych pierwszaków, to jeszcze lekcje prowadził okropnie wymagający oraz surowy nauczyciel. Profesor Arthur Kirkland. O Kirklandzie krążyły legendy. Lege