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Hey, Kid. (PDC)The day was as soft as bedsheets, blue skies lacing past the window, pigeons peering in and cooing softly. She was laid back, at peace with the world, smiling softly, holding tiny hands that gripped onto her thumb, so tightly, so strong... The birth couldn't have gone better. She had woken up after the operation, as if for the first time; they'd handed her this divine bundle, and told her that she was hers. Her baby. Her darling little girl.
She was learning fast, already gurgling and giving half-squeals; she'd be a fangirl in no time.
He chuckled, wiped a tear away with his sleeve, and took a slow step forward. The father glanced up at him,

FACE family's Family Portrait(Nyo!Canada's POV)

Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh

Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you
said

This was how it happened and please don't blame anyone for this. It wasn't anyone's fault, but I somehow blame myself for starting it. Alfred and I were wondering what mama and papa were doing so we asked them. We waited till the let us in. We gathered in the room as mama told us stories about their childhood together.

You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this i

Crystal's Ticklish Boast"You know what?" Crystal said, grinning through a veil of lightning blue hair.

"What?" Hayley asked, bemused.

"I've been thinking."

"As have I," said Hayley. "I've been really wondering why I always end up like this whenever we play your Pokémon games."

Crystal giggled. "Silly, Hayley," she said. "You know why you end up like this."

Crystal and her friend Hayley were locked away in Crystal's dimly lit bedroom. The lamps were on and the curtains were closed. Food and drink had been had and an intense game-playing battle had been fought with the inevitable conclusion having been reached. After which, all that had remained to do was

Charity BallsDearest Karen,

I never wanted to be that person, you know. That overly-sentimental, fatherly figure that tells stories from the “good old days” and smokes cigars because he doesn’t really care about getting lung cancer anymore. And I’m sure, wherever you are, you’re laughing your little blonde head off, because you never would have expected it. You married a rebel, and now look at me. I’m normal. I fit in. I go with the flow and it’s ridiculously easy.

It’s also ridiculously boring, you know. I didn’t realize how freaking reliant I was on you to entertain me until, well, you weren’

Stoic's Nightmare WARNING! Story contains extreem gore, and sorrow!Stoic saw Toothless shoot a fireball into the Green Death's mouth at the last second, causing a huge fireball to erupt....Moments later Stoic found Toothless.
“Toothless?” Stoic whispered.
Toothless was eerily still.
Reaching down, Stoic put his hand to the creature's muzzle.
“No!” Stoic yelled, drawing his hand back.
“No...yuh...you can't be...dead!?”
Falling to his knee's Stoic reached out and lifted Toothless's wing only to find rubble amongst the cuts and bruises.
Getting up, Stoic began to search for Hiccup frantically.
“HICCUP!!!”

VexedVexed. That was exactly the word for how Masaki felt at the moment. Incredibly vexed. Frustrated with Eita, frustrated with Arioch, and most of all frustrated with himself. He paced his house irritably before finally settling down on a sofa with a cup of tea and trying to work out what on earth had made this day go so... so.. difficult.
Eita's words still burned in his mind. His student had called him out on his playing games with Arioch's feelings. The younger male's words had cut right through him and at first he'd been shocked to silence. Simply staring back at Eita. In disbelief that Eita was being so blunt, and in disbelief that the young man had seen through his wall that clearly. He didn't like it and it had put him on the defensive, getting riled. Words had gotten heated and Eita had actually taken a swing at him. That attack turning into a brief scuffle between master and student and ended with Masaki pinning Eita.
"You've gotta quit playing these games! It's not good for him

Oro ValleyThis is when the sun comes up, she thinks. The clouds have lightened, a little; the heavy black that’d covered the sky moments before has succumbed to a lulling gray.

Her hands are white like soap, like her mother’s, save for under the fingernails. She taps them on the top of the steering wheel in an effort to stay awake. There’s nothing to run into, though, so she lets her eyelids slip every now and then. The road is monotonously long, straight, empty, and American, all things E.B. has never been familiar with.

Soon, she thinks, and her eyes flick over to the gas meter. The marker’s been tickling that empty line for

ComplicationsWhen I'm out in public, I always get asked a ridiculous question by a stranger or a store employee. "Is he your brother?" The person, with a disgusted face would say and point to an older teenager who is doing something childish, like playing with the swimming noodles and attempting to do cartwheels.
With a smile across my face, I realize that it's hard to explain what the foolish teen is to me, so I simply say with a sigh, "It's complicated."

ForgottenThe young boy, with deep chocolate brown hair would sit in his room. His slightly swollen hazel eyes tired from lack of sleep. He'd slide his slender fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his small face. He'd tap his foot slightly on the carpet as she shifted in his seat. His paper still white and unused, while his pencil was worn on the eraser, from his habit of chewing on it to calm his nerves. His eyes filled with sorrow as he stares at the white sheet and a heavy sigh slipped from his pale lips

"Write about your life…" he mouths and rolled his eyes before dropping his other hand onto the desk and tilting his chair back a bit

Whit is it?The question was starling. Ealfric had never expected anyone to ever ask it of him. But Branwen had. Wrapped up in his favorite sweater, the girl had toddled from her bedroom into the dark room he kept his work in. Bleary eyed and half awoken from her midday nap.
"Paw.." She questioned with a sleepy yawn. "Whit dae 'Luve' mean?"
It was a difficult one for him to answer. The blond had only just began to feel it himself. Turning from his work table, littered with broken leaves, he picked the child up and carried her to the chair in the corner.
When she started to fidget impatiently, he opened his mouth to buy himslef a few more seconds to think

Obviously In Love - Vernon and Azelea Vernon took his turn putting the children to bed, and went to find his wife. He tried not to look at the grandfather clock in the parlor, but he couldn't help but do so. It was only nine at night, so he wasn't allowed to get grumpy until around eleven, when his eldest daughter was supposed to come home.
He was glad to see Alysta so happy, and he knew she was of age to date. But he didn't have to be happy about it. It was his job as her father and guardian to be protective, overly so, even. So far, Keane had given Vernon no reason to dislike him, except for the fact that he was courting Alysta. The boy was a few months older than her, and as charming as a prince. He was good to Alysta, and seemed to care for her greatly. But Vernon swore if the boy ever hurt her, he'd be six feet under before he could defend himself.
Alysta was obviously in love. She went about her day everyday smiling, humming, and

A Story to tellSometimes, we need a little help, every now and then. And when the job is usually tough due to difficulties, help is almost appreciated. This is the story of Tony…

Tony auditioned for a show called Total Drama Tween Tour, and while some people teased him about it, saying he would be dead weight, one of the first vote-offs… He managed to shut them up, by going rather far in the contest, even finding love in a fellow contestant, Winter, who tutored him, and promised to help him with his learning difficulties.

Eventually, the show would end, and everyone would head back home. Tony kept in touch with Winter, and they talked on Sky

Just Give Me Your Smile (Male!Reader / America) P3

We made it in time at the McDonalds. Apparently, I was wrong. Instead of letting the fast-food restaurant be closed soon, everything turns out to be quite opposite. Everyone here is still active and wide awake, as if time didn’t matter to them. I take another relook at my watch to see that it is indeed twelve in the midnight. For a second I thought my eyes deceive me, but as I take another look again, everything is running as normal as it is like in the daytime. There are even kids playing at the kids’ playground room.

By the time it is our turn to choose our order, I was surprise to see the nice stranger ordering ten hamburgers,

Death and New Beginnings -Teslap Family- Red, that's all he could see. A bright, liquidy crimson that dripped from his hands and the blade at which he held clutched in his fingers. The scent of death filled his nostrils, and he soon was able to view his surroundings. As well as his victim. Her pale skin was much paler now, stained with her own blood in spots. Her bright blonde locks lay scattered across the damp carpet, her once bright ocean blue eyes dim and lifeless, looking like dark skies. He licked his lips, gently brushing the bloodied bangs away from her face, which had been frozen in a breathless face, the tear stained face unable to hide the immense pain she had o

I just wanna die, im done...I
feel
like
I
wanna
die
sometimes
so
i
feel
no
pain
and
be
free,
free
from
the
heavy
weight
i
carry
i
just
wanna
cut
loose
and
die
sometimes.

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by ~Kelly98, Jan 25, 2013, 2:38:42 PM
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- Naprawdę? Musisz już jechać? - Zapytała mnie mama.
- Przepraszam, odwiedzę Ci w przyszłym tygodniu. - Odpowiedziałem.
- Ja za to zostaję! - Wtrąciła się moja siostra.
- Dobrze mamo ja już idę spotkamy się za tydzień. - Po tych słowach uścisnąłem mamę i ojca. Zacząłem biec, aby zdążyć na pociąg do Warszawy w mojej głowie była tylko jedna myśl.
- Oby jej się nic nie stało, mówiłem Dianie, żeby jej nie zostawiać samej! - Po około 5 godzinach byłem już w mieszkaniu po cichu ściągnąłem kurtkę, czapkę i buty. W kuchni zobaczyłem pijaną Dianę i... Obok niej piękną dziewczynę! Miała białe włosy, okulary i wygolony bok. Zamurowało mnie!
- Heeeeej! Jestem Lowis, a Ty? - Zapytałem ledwie, bo nie mogłem wydusić żadnego słowa.
- Eeee, Rose. - Odpowiedziała.
- Tak jak w Titanicu! - Rzuciłem bez opamiętania. A dziewczyna popatrzyła się na mnie krzywo.
- Huh?
- Przepraszam. - Powiedziałem.
- Niee, maaa spraawy! - I swoimi pięknymi błękitymi oczyma wpatrywała się w moje włosy.
- Co, co tam widzisz. - Zaczerwieniłem się, lecz nie uzyskałem odpowiedzi, wpatrywała się tylko w moje włosy i siedziała.
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~Atakis Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Dobre. Lubię to

Ale skąd wiedział o tym?

~Kelly98 Jan 25, 2013 Student Artist

O czym? XD
Dzięki. :3

~Atakis Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Że piły

~Kelly98 Jan 26, 2013 Student Artist

Bo na około leżały butelki, pewnie. |D

~Atakis Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Ale jezu, jego w domu nie było |D

~Kelly98 Jan 26, 2013 Student Artist

On się martwi o Laurę, zna jej przeszłość. |D

~Atakis Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Aaaa
czaje

~Kelly98 Jan 27, 2013 Student Artist

A, no. :3

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