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From Awkward to RomanticA Bakura x Luna Fic
It was late in the evening and Bakura, an albino cat and one of the newest members of the Luno team, was in the shower, humming a few songs from Yu-Gi-Oh. But as he was enjoying the semi-warmth of the shower, he heard the bathroom door open. His eyes shot open as he let out a little gasp.
A hot-pink cloud of blush tinted Bakura's face. Why in the world would Luna walk in on Bakura while he was showering? At first, he hoped Luna wasn't getting "Naughty". But then he thought, "No, Luna would never be like that!"
"B-Bakky?" Luna stuttered shyly, also blushing, "Shade's hogging the other shower again. (...Douche.) So... Um... I just thought... Y'know, since we're boyfriend and girlfriend..."
"Y-You... You wanna..." Bakura's blush brightened as he finished his sentence, "You wanna... S-Shower together?"
By now, both of them were blushing so red, their faces looked like maraschino ch
When Paths Cross
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
SasuSaku: Reuion Part 7
Sakura closed the door behind her and locked it up. She turned around as she began to walk as she had planned on doing so. She pulled her hoodie closer to her as she felt the wind keep up a little bit. She could never keep her body heat since she was a small frame woman. Sakura looked up at the night sky, a smile spread across her face as she watched the stars and the moon shine so bright.
‘I know a perfect place to clear my mind and watch the night sky.’ She thought to herself.
Sakura closed her eyes and disappeared with the wind. After a second, she reached at the place that will calm her. The cherry blossom walked on the dirty path as her boots tap against the red wood. She walked up the bridge, until she was in the middle. She ran her fingertips gently over the railing of the bridge.
“I don’t know why… this place is so calm to me… I mean all the memoires all four of us made here…
Children for TreesSeptember 27th, 1996, 5:32:68 // Conan's Island
Autumn red leaves brushed against the sky, a poignant contrast to the creamy gray-blue of the cloud dusked evening. The maple tree's sap slowed and stilled, becoming sleepy as it felt the changes in the land as it drew near to wintertime. Roots curled comfortably underground, a sure anchor that plunged deeper and wider than the branches that spread to the ceiling of the world. They had kept the tree alive through storm and drought, keeping its leaves green and healthy when all other trees withered from lack of water and strength.
Soft fingers hunting for the next branch, foot seeking for the next leverage to carry her small weight further up, she barely shook the branches as she climbed higher. Shoving her rich dark hair out of her face, Rene gazed solemnly at the ground before turning her face back up to the sky, comparing her current distance with how far she still had to go.
Laying her head
Missed Meeting Penny stared at her latte as the rain ran down the window beside her. She barely gave any notice to the chilled breeze that was managing to sneak around the panes of glass even though her arm that was closest to the window was cold.
She looked at her watch then relieved her breath in a defeated sigh. He wasn’t coming. She should have known that he wouldn’t come, what reason was there for him to have come anyhow? She wasn’t anything special, especially to him.
She rested her chin in her hand s she went back to staring at her untouched drink. She no longer wanted it, she didn’t think that she would ever want a latte ever again. She had, after all, only developed a liking for them when she had found out that it was his favorite; it had seemed like it would be something that they could share. Now it only seemed to remind her of how stupid she had been to believe he would want to meet her.
Tomorrow's A Beautiful DayHigh, soft green grass, nearly as high as my chest, ripples in a light wind across an open field like rolling waves on the sea, and elderly oak trees wave hello, glittering in the late-day sun. Pale blue skies with natural, patchy white clouds paint a faded background, and there is a soft glow to everything. A bay and chestnut horses are grazing peacefully in the distance and birds are chirping and singing and fluttering around like they usually do.
With dark brown hair pulled back into a wavy ponytail, and a beaming proud smile on her face, a woman dressed in a black t-shirt and forest fatigues stands near a white picket fence, with a young girl on her hip, two other girls and a boy are chasing each other around her feet, giggling.
A girl, about four years old with bobbing pigtails and pink ribbons in her hair, peeks out from behind her mom's leg, one thumb in her mouth and the other hand clinging to her mom's leg. Her face lights up as she sees who it is, her dark eyes wide and danci
My house my life tfa ficNarrator P.O.V.
" It was a house in a residential neighborhood . A two-storey house , 4 bedrooms, 2 baths , meditation room , living room , kitchen , laundry area , a beautiful garden and a large backyard . In this house lived a couple with their three children . The father was a descendant of Chinese with long hair to his waist , dark brown and smooth. He was pale , had a great chin, hazel eyes , hoarse voice. He was a reflective and quiet guy. Teachs ninja art classes . Ryou Wang was his name , but he was known for Prowl . He had a very overactive wife named Sari. She was a brunette , with auburn hair , red eyes . She was assistant of his father, dr.Isaac Sumdac, a scientist specialized in robotics.
They had 3 daughters . Mariana was the oldest . She was a brunette , had a black , long, straight hair like grandfather and hazel eyes . She was a quiet and sensitive to bad reviews about her family . She was 17. The middle daughter was Nur . She
Cursed Flesh“The blood moon rises tonight,” says Papa.
We do not speak. We have been waiting for this night. Mama sits down nest to him, arranging her skirt with gentle, old-fashioned care.
“Will he be out?” asks Stephan.
“We shall see,” answers Papa.
Stephan slouches against the back of his chair as Liram and Juniper saunter in. They do not understand what the blood moon means to us. For them, it is a night of feasting and joy. We remember all too well what they were not here for. We remember Michelle, Tamara, and Kaspar's deaths. We remember hearing their screams without being able to help them. We remember him. His name is not to be spoken. Stephan has made his last requests of us. He will be the one to end the murder. Liram and Juniper do not understand the danger that we are in.
“Who's ready to party?” asks Juniper, as joyful as she was in life.
Her dress shimmers in the candlelight from the arrangement on the table. We have electr
OUR story..Sometimes in life we go through certain problems that can mark our lives for ever.....
A memory that wont be forgotten...
When I was 12, i was surfing the internet looking for a website to meet new people and make friends that would not judge me for my ways.
So I bump into this website where you could write music and talk to other members even join clubs and create fun lyrics or instrumental music.
When I started submitting my work there, many people liked it and thought that the lyrics were deep and had a lot of emotions and small secrets of who I was. I later on joined this group called H.E.M.F.L (Hidden Emo Musicians For Life). There I met this guy who's work was very similar to mine, his name was Ross. Him and i became the Best of Friends. One late night him and I started talking and composing a musical piece together. One that described our life, how we felt, our friendship, and that would make us friends for l
Brolli and his parents (Chapter 1)(This story is told under the viewpoint of Brolli Diamondback when he was unconscious)
It all began when I woke up on a lush field of grass, and I got up and it seemed like there was an infinite amount of grass. I look to see a tree and 2 people in white robes, so I walk over to them and they notice me. I hesitantly say "H-Hello?..." and they give me a warm smile and the black and short haired one says "Hey, how's it going?", I reply with a shrug, because I was kind of confused at where I was... The brown but long haired one tells me "You've got human legs, you must be visiting, or something...". I look around again and ask " Where am I visiting, exactly?" The black haired one gets up from the ground and replies "The spirit world, my boy. Land of the deceased and what-not". I grow horrified "I died!? This can't be!!!" I screamed and began to tear up. The Brown haired ghost lady gets up and gives me a warm and calming hug, a hug that a motherly figure would bestow to a son, and she tell
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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