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The copper-colored sun ascended toward the morning skies, showering the utopian municipality Crystal Tokyo in its tender, life-giving radiance. The cornflower heavens remained devoid of any clouds. Honestly a perfect June day. Gazing out of a single diamond turret of the Crystal Palace stood three little kittens. The oldest was an ebony female with snow-white ears, tail, and feet. Her ruby orbs looked striking as her gold collar where the letter "C" dangled. The middle child, and only male, had the reverse coloring of his elder sibling. His eyes glittered like emeralds, and his gold collar, the letter "A," dangled. The youngest and runt of the litter? She'd light silvery fur, shimmering rosy eyes, and wore a carmine collar with a small silver chime. One characteristic all shared was a golden crescent moon upon their foreheads. An additional trait the three siblings held in common? Like their parents, they possessed the capability of speech. Furthermore, they were essentially as

There’s a sound no one hears when a heart breaks politely. It doesn’t shatter like thunder or fall like a storm. It folds inward— soft, careful, like paper creasing under too many words. I learned early how to swallow my voice. How to smile when something inside me was clawing at the walls of my chest, a silent scream echoing where no one thought to listen. People say the night is quiet. But the night is full of voices— the ones that were ignored in daylight, the ones told be smaller, be quieter, be easier to love. So they rise. Like a lonely moon climbing a dark sky that once tried to bury its light. And maybe that’s what pain really is— not darkness, but light with nowhere to go. A heart that keeps burning even when the world insists it should dim. I’ve carried that fire in shaking hands, in tired breaths, in words I was afraid to say aloud. But the truth is— even a silent scream is still a voice. Even the moon that everyone feared in the dark still rises.

Frustration isn't an emotion that can be dealt with quickly. For some, hindrance immediately becomes outright emotional arousal. Also, it depended on what a person's definition of frustration was. Plus, how reliable their coping skills moreover self-control were when dealing with whatever was creating their difficulties at the moment. Some individuals had a high tolerance when it came to maintaining their anxiety. Others not so much. Case in point? Moroha and her younger sister Kiki were currently both extremely frustrated with their music players. They had for years old iPod shuffles. However, they couldn't get dependable sound out of either of them anymore. They'd bought new earbuds several times now, yet it didn't resolve their predicament at all. Consequently, they'd ordered off Amazon, new music players. They ended up doing this due to neither could utilize a smartphone to save their life. Plus, all they desired was music, not a million useless apps. Roughly four days later

The coppery fireball leisurely climbed into the pale blue heavens, bathing the glorious realm of Aurelais in its tender blanket of hope. Aurelais had gone from an obsolete monarchy into a more forward-thinking constitutional monarchy. This concept may go over many people's heads. To simplify, what a constitutional monarchy is? A constitutional monarchy is a system of government in which a monarch shares power with a constitutionally organized government. The monarch may be the de facto head of state or a purely ceremonial leader. The constitution allocates the rest of the government's power to the legislature and judiciary. It is also called a limited monarchy. A monarch is the head of state. However, they must follow a constitution. Most constitutional monarchies use a parliamentary system. Constitutional monarchs embody and represent the legitimate constitutional authority of the state. They are performing ceremonial and official functions in which the identity and control of

How the Magic of Friendship Grows This is my 17th one shot, and I don't know if you noticed or not. But all my YGO one-shots titles were song-based. I hope you appreciate this one-shot furthermore read my additional works. I also expect you to review, but that again up to you. Either way, please enjoy this tale and all the other one-shots I've produced and have yet to finish! Have a pleasant day! Today was going to be an exceptional day. Today four best friends were taking a day off from their responsibilities and spending time with their children. All they needed to do was successfully sneak out. It was never unproblematic for the Pharaoh and his wife to sneak out, given again they're the leaders of the nation. Nevertheless, even the royal family needs a day off once and while. There must be a balance between duty and heart. They had an obligation to Egypt, yes. However, they still had a duty to themselves, their family, and friends. For too often, the kingdom desired more then

Currently, Angela David, along with her classmates, was in English class. Their teacher, Ms. Wright, had started them on Shakespeare two weeks ago. The teacher was a major fan, given her enthusiasm for the topic. They'd already read and analyzed "Macbeth." Now they're studying a "Midsummer Night Dream." Ms. Wright assigned different people at random to read for the characters. Right now, Angela was reading for Titania while her boyfriend Bill Rockford read for Oberon. "Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania," read Bill before his girlfriend replied. "What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: I have forsworn his bed and company." As they're only reading the Fairy King and Queen right now? Angela and Bill read a few more lines between husband and wife. "Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?" "Then I must be thy lady: but I know. When thou hast stolen away from fairy land. And in the shape of Corin sat all day. Playing on pipes of corn and versing love to amorous Phillida. Why art

This is my 18th one-shot. This does follow the ending of MLP, but it includes my OCs from my previous stories. So in my stories, Twilight is married to the Golden Horned Alicorn Prince Fledge Dreamwings. The Prince of Dreams. When I say, Fledge is the Prince of Dreams, I mean dreams people seek to achieve, like Pegasus/Helios from Sailor Moon. Not the ones Luna in charge of when people are asleep. Also, Twilight and Fledge have a son who was the first natural-born male, Alicorn. His name is Prince Dream Magic, named after his parents. So now that we got that out of the way, let's get on with the story! And as always, enjoy the story and check out my other works! The enchanting kingdom of Equestria was at peace as the governing royal couple had done their best to sustain the legacy of the previous monarchs. At the moment, the Prince and Princess of Equestria were holding court. In the many years since succeeding as rulers, both Twilight Sparkle and her husband, Fledge Dreamwings

One chilly January morning, three children stood silently by their grandfather's grave in the Dragon City graveyard. Hiccup, Boden, and Una never met their grandfather Old Wrinkly. He'd passed away when Hiccup had only been six months old. However, their mother, Valka, did her most satisfactorily to help her children know their grandfather. She ensured his legacy lived on from telling stories or having hundreds of photographs. His grave remained simple but sweet. It was a polished stone with a bronze plaque immortalizing their grandfather and his accomplishments. Their parents already owned the plot and planned to be buried here as well. One by one, the youths put bouquets of artificial blossoms in the flowerpot suspended over the burial. Hiccup took a shaky breath before speaking. "Hey, Grandpa, we hope you are doing well on the other side. Snoggletog just passed. Everyone had a good time at the party. Mom told us how you used to throw the most lavish parties for the holiday

As is typical in Beverly Hills? The weather was essentially perfect. So, of course, people wanted to be outside, despite the pandemic. They'd only just gotten back to in-class learning. Unlike thousands of people across the nation who didn't do their part to end it? Everyone in this school had done their part to end Covid. Masks, vaccinations, frequently decontaminating, the whole shebang. Presently, the seventh graders were in health class. They'd repeatedly learned the truth regarding the virus. Today their teachers were discussing various eating disorders. A young psychologist had been jointly teaching the course for the last month. The hope was that this would better enable students to understand multiple health issues' physical and mental aspects. 12-year-old Aleena Ewing dutifully took notes. Her penmanship was quite impressive. One of her mother, Clover's employees, had a sister who did calligraphy. She'd been giving her lessons for six months now. The adorable blond girl

Zeta Moon currently found herself sprawled out on her bed. The brand-new diary her parents had given her for her birthday clutched tightly in her hands. Of course, having a journal is a pretty typical thing for a teenager. However, this diary represented more then a haven for her thoughts. Her parents gave her this diary. Except this was the first, she'd been given a genuine gift from her real parents. Zeta Moon's birth name had been Kim Amy Moon. Her biological parents had been a highly affluent businessman and fashion model/designer. However, they'd perceived her birth as an obstacle to their happiness. Philip and Helena never showed Kim any love or affection whatsoever. She didn't even have a proper bedroom and absolutely no toys at all. Instead, they'd leave her for hours on end to live their devil-may-care lifestyle. Shortly after her third birthday, they put her into their car then drove to a strange building. Then without hesitation, dumped her on the doorstep as if she was