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A Dragon Ate My Homework!
I got in trouble for not bringing in my homework, today. I did do my math homework and my English homework, and my history homework but when I answered her question of why I did not have it with me if I finished it all, she got mad and told me to sit down and to stop making up stories.
"But it's true," I said.
"That's enough lies out of you," my teacher said, angrily.
I got really mad then, and insisted that it was the truth.
"I tell you, a dragon ate my homework. She was as tall as a giraffe and as long as a bus and she ate my homework."
"Go to the corner," my teacher said.
The other children laughed at me, and so did my friends as I sat in the dark corner by the teacher's desk at the front of the class.
It's terrible up here! It's dark and dusty, no matter how many naughty ones sit up here and that happens a lot in the third grade. Everyone can see me-not like when I sit in the left row behind the two seats closer to the desk-my face is hot and I can feel myself beginning to cry. I s
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Come Dance With Me
Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Potter- a word if you please."
Assuming this had something to do with Ron trying to get her to play swords with Fred and George's fake wands, Heather proceeded gloomily to the teacher's desk. Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class had gone, and then said, "Potter, the champions and their partners-"
"Partners?" Heather asked.
Professor McGonagall looked suspiciously at her as if she was trying to be funny.
"Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partner."
Heather's insides began to curl up and shrivel and flutter like a jar of butterflies all at the same time. "I don't understand. Why are you asking me about the ball and who my dance partner is? I'm not sure I'm even going to the ball."
"Oh yes, you are," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "That's what I'm telling you. Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball."
Heather felt a cold dread go down her spine as an image of h
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Samhain Night
It was the night of Samhain, known today as Halloween. Little children were preparing for bed after a long evening of trick-or-treating in their costumes, bought or made especially for that one night. Though many sugar-rushed children ran around the house, scaring the cat and tiring their parents or babysitters, one little boy in particular did not want to end his trick-or-treating to go to bed. Isaiah sat, stubbornly, on the couch of the living room, arms crossed and feet kicking wildly and loudly against the floor, still in his costume, while his brother Lennon took a bath, his mom and dad relaxed in their room watching television, same as he was. That is, if he was paying attention to the screen that so often rapt his attention. His mom and dad both had told him to dress in his pj’s, but he had refused and continued to sit staring blankly at the tv. He heard his sister in her room, also watching tv, and Lennon splashed around in the bathroom, until he called for his mom, telli
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Ch. 2 Black Ice
Princess Gwyneira raced with her favorite horse, Sive to and around the paddock until she could run no more, or until a thrall came to retrieve her back to her father. King Jarrel was a strong and benevolent leader. His reign was firm and powerful but he ruled also with wisdom and fairness. Many of the men and women of the age were hungry for war and adventure, but Jarrel and his small kingdom only wanted peace. It was the princess' favorite place in the worlds.
Gwyneira chased after the burly brown mare, kicking mud and dirt in the humid spring air. Her six-year-old legs were already strong and fast but no matter how hard she beat the dirt; the child could never stay neck and neck with her steed. Each day, she would race with the horse until someone had called for her. Today, she was determined to keep up with Sive. With a great breath of air, the princess galloped beside the mare until she was within distance of grabbing onto her mane, and hop on. Gwyneira huffed with excitement. She
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Ch. 1 As Pure as Snow
The labor took place during a tremendous storm. All seemed well for the queen and her child. All through the night the snow storm raged and the queen's labored gasps and screams could be heard throughout the castle. The king and his advisers waited patiently, though tensely for the arrival of the new prince or princess. It wasn't until dawn that the storm broke into a light flurry of snow fall and the cries of life were carried down the freezing corridors. King Jarrel burst into the queen's chambers and there she lay, propped up by a number of soft feather pillows covered in sweat, blood, and tears.
A smile graced her lips when the midwife placed a white bundle into her arms and gestured the king over. In the arms of the queen, a tiny baby girl lay squirming and cooing. Her skin was as white as the snow, her hair was black as the night sky, and a pair of perfect blood red lips opened and closed around a little white fist. The princess glowed in her blanket.
“She is a gift from th
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Snow White Prologue
In the far kingdoms of Norway the queen of Rogaland, sat at her window constantly spinning. She had grown accustom to spinning thread on her own, and now seven months pregnant it was the only pass time she could do by herself in the cold winter. It had only just begun to snow again when she looked out at the world. The land was covered in snow as far as the eye could see. Hills and valleys of the purest white to the east, and to the west was a blanket of snow and ice covering the coast.
Rogaland was known for its coast and islands. It was more rain storms then snow, even in winter, and in the summer, it was considered the most beautiful scenery in the north, besides the Aurora Borealis. Still, Queen Brigit smiled at the falling snow. Winter made the people of the north strong and wise, and they thrived in it. It would snow from Haustmánuður (mid October) to Góa (late March). Now, it was mid-winter, and so her child would be born just before the spring. The queen sighed w
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The Princess, the Witch, and the Ravens
In the darkness of night, as a furious storm raged on, a family was forever separated from their beloved mother and wife. Queen Elfrida died in the cold of autumn. However, before she fell to the hands of death she called her husband and her four children, and her most trusted maidservant.
The king and his children all sat at the left of the queen's bed while her servant stood, dabbing her forehead with a cool rag, to the right of her.
“Promise me,” she whispered in a croaking voice. “Promise me, my dear husband, that if and when you find another woman to be queen by your side, she will be kind to our dear children as well as the people of this kingdom.”
The king held her hand in his so tightly as if that alone would keep her from leaving him. “I promise.”
Queen Elfrida let out a strangled cough before gesturing her children closer to her. All four of them huddled as close as they could to their mother. To each one she gave a loving gaze wheezing as
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A Meeting In the Streets
Lindsey was not an easily distracted person. Even as a child she was always focused in school and at home. The few times her mind would wonder to something else it would not be for long and she would quickly resume her focus. Today, however, rather than focusing on getting to her class and preparing for assignments, Lindsey Luna Politis was fixated the sound of a reed pipe. The song was so sad as it flowed through the air, like leaves in autumn.
She stood on the sidewalk, hoping to listen a little longer. The traffic light turned green so people could walk across the street. Some bumped into Lindsey giving her cold glares and telling her to move it. She looked at her watch. She still had ten minutes until class started. Not wanting to trouble anymore citizens with her loitering and suddenly desperate to discover to discover the source of the music, she stepped away from the crosswalk and followed the melody.
She expected to see speakers for some tourist attraction. What she saw was a l
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Lyra Bay Ch. 1 The Strange Letter
After Lyra's birthday, nothing had been the same. She tore into every book about King Arthur and Merlin, knights, and magic, prophesy dreams, and symbolism. All through this, Lyra had waited patiently. She did not know what for, but her instincts told her that something was about to happen.
Living with Andreas as a father, meant she had to keep on her toes. The man was a sneaky sort who liked to get into trouble. Often, he would sneak her along with him into new buildings, conventions, and one time a Jazz concert.* The man was full of surprises while also being predictable, once Lyra recognized the patterns that made up her father. Some of them she liked, some of them she didn't. It was when he had done something unexpected that she began to tense up. She had learned to wait for things even when she was not expecting them. Her mother had called it instinct or intuition. Her father later explained about fight or flight, when one chooses to stay and fight whatever it was that may be tryi
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Ichigo
During the late Showa Era (1926-89) there was a merchant and his wife and son. They were a hard working family. The wife and son, who's name was Daisuke, worked outside in their own personal garden and fill baskets with their best fruit, vegetables, and herbes for the merchant to sell at the market. During the winter, when much of their garden was barren, father and son would go into the wood not far behind their little house and collect firewood to sell and roots and nuts to eat.
The winter had come early one year, when Daiske was five, and the family prepared for the work the snow would bring. In late January, while Daiske and his father were gathering fallen branches he stubles across a clearing where a patch of strawberry bushes were. In parts of Japan it is not uncommon for strawberries to grow throughout the year, even in winter, so Daiske decided to see if any were growing ripe enough to eat and called his father. When he saw the strawberries hanging by the stems he marveled at
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Water Princess Prologue
In the beginning after Light and Darkness formed a truce of peace and love, the other elements were still very young. The oldest, being Fire was a child of light, the youngest was a child of Darkness, called Earth. The two middle elements were children of neither Light or Darkness. For Air could not be seen but felt and heard and blew hot and cold; and Water could be seen and felt and only reflected light as it did not bear any of it's own.
Soon, the four elements helped to make the planets and stars. As we know today, when our planet earth was made, water covered everything until land erupted from its depths. Time passed and each element created many of their own children. Fire burned and manifested salamanders, genies, firebirds, demons, and the phoenix. Air breathed life into sylphs, angels, and the four winds. Earth shaped the goblins, gargoyles, giants, dwarves, and elves. Water birthed the hippocamps, sea serpent, sirens, kappa, and merpeople. Every one of the elements had birthe
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Lyra Bay Prologue
Lyra Bel Bay was your average eight-year-old girl. She went to an average school, lived in an average house with an average family, and did average things. Though there were times where she would sit under a tree or at her desk at school, or just lay in her bed or on the coach, and think about another world. A world where she was something other than average, something great. Sometimes she was a princess who ruled her kingdom with fairness and everybody was happy or she was on some adventure doing all sorts of interesting things, like fighting rogues, saving a dragon from being slain by an overly proud knight, or just getting away from her boring little house.
This, of course, often got her into trouble when she wasn't paying attention when she should have been listening to the adults talk or studying her boring math books. Her mother would scold her and watch her as she did her homework, and studied, and read the silly children's books the school gave her. Lyra wasn't overly fond of r
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HP Fanfiction: What might have been...
"Just go in already!"
Harry Potter paced to and fro outside of Sna-Professor Snape's office. He still could hardly believe that it had been the potions master that had tried to save him, not kill him, during his first quidditch match. That all this time, he had been wrong. It wasn't Snape after the stone, but Quirrel, who had Voldemort growing out of the back of his head. Harry feared he would have nightmares all summer of that showdown. He shook his head fiercely.
"Stop it already! You are being bloody ridiculous! Just go in there and say thank you! It's not that hard!"
But it was. Just being near the man gave Harry a sense of foreboding. It didn't help that he had treated Harry as something he wanted to squash under his boot only to scrape it off later. Ever since the first potions class, Snape had been nothing but nasty to him. Of course he also treated the other Griffondors pretty much the same, but a sort of malice had been saved especially for Harry, and yet he had saved his life
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The Youngest Brother
Once Upon a time, there was a boy who was the youngest of six. All of his brothers had pale skin and auburn hair, just like him. Each of them were renowned for their skill. The eldest, was a beast tamer, the second eldest was a master tradesman, the third was an adviser to the noble society, the fourth and fifth eldest were jesters, much adored by everyone.
The youngest boy, Rudy, felt that he would never amount to much as his brothers. His parents always praised them, especially the three eldest. As he grew Rudy became more jealous of his famous brothers and their skills and more sad knowing whatever he accomplished would not be as great.
As he was coming of age, Rudy decided he would go out into the world and learn and discover his true calling.
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How Can You See Something Beautiful? - Song Lyrics
All I notice are the imperfections
All I see are the mistakes
All I know is that there are broken pieces
That are unseemly in this frame
And so when I look, all I ever find are flaws
That don't measure up to all the rest
And how it hurts me when I recall
That what was once worth more is now worth less
These contradictions
These shortcomings
I'm so hypocritical to my ideals
I say what's right, but inside my life
I act as though those words aren't real
Sometimes within me burns a flame
To strive to try to do what I know is right
But I fail at it, again and again
To be the person who I try
Oh, how can you see something beautiful?...
When I just see what I always fail to be?
Oh, how can you see something marvelous?...
When the person who you're looking at.. is me?
Why do you put your trust in me
When you know it's a trust I'll break?
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Hello! Hola! Bonjour! Konichwa! My name is Shelby. I joined Deviant Art to connect with friends and fellow artists and post/receive comments on my own work. Most of it is short stories and poetry but I am hoping to improve my drawing skills.
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shebyperez1995 Featured By Owner May 11, 2019  Student Writer
I know this story. A good one and I've been meaning to place Eros in one of my own tales.
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Wolffang1995Hyano Featured By Owner May 12, 2019   Traditional Artist
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shebyperez1995 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Student Writer
So what do you think/like about the tale?
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AskWarriorCats11 Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Meme Face You don't say? Happy birthday!
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shebyperez1995 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  Student Writer
Thank you! 
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Wolffang1995Hyano Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2017   Traditional Artist
Shelb'z... You Shelb'z... Listen to this song!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKmYFC…
LISTEN TO THAT BEAT!XD
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shebyperez1995 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2017  Student Writer
For a moment it sounded like Stand By Me. Hehe
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Wolffang1995Hyano Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017   Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday Shelb'z~~^w^/
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shebyperez1995 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  Student Writer
Thanks J!
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