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Seth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On Tour

I met you in the suicide ward.

In a group therapy session they claimed would make us feel less alone, you sat across from me with your dark tussled hair and sunken eyes. You were wearing a stained denim jacket with patched elbows and torn sleeves. The group leader told each of us to go in a circle and exchange compliments with someone else to get the ball rolling. When the circle got to me, I told you your jacket made you look homeless and you told me my haircut made me look like an ugly dyke. We were both asked to leave. When we parted at the door, I told you to go fuck yourself and you told me to go to Hell.

Make a Wish

Bradley was a very shy guy and a horrible people person. It was hard on him to make friends and stick around in a crowd of people, but, he still managed to make a few friends here and there. However, there was one thing that stood out in Bradley that made him kind of depressed. He'd never had a girlfriend for as long as he had lived. Granted, he was only a Sophomore in high school, but the fact that he had never really been in a relationship haunted him. His friends tried their best to help him out; giving him advice, things to do and even tried setting him up with someone. They never worked out. With this generation constantly focused on

Cat!EnglandxReader-DrabbleThe one who sat alone.
She saw one cat in the corner, watching the others. (Name) took a few steps closer. Suddenly the cat started jabbing at the air. Afraid it was aiming for her, (Name) took a step away from it. Yet the cats ears perked up mand blinked. It seemed it just noticed her. Even though at first it it looke at her, it turned it back to her. She found this so cute and went to pick him up. At first he objected with a loud meow, but when (Name) started petting him, he broke out into a few small purrs.
"I'm surprised you got him to do that." The employee said as she watched (Name) pet the young cat. (Name) just shrugged and looked down. The cat was a small scottish fold. It was white and had orange splotches, creating a poping background for his bright green eyes.
"I guess he likes me." (Name) replied as she scratched the cat behind the ears.
"Well, you should take him. Hardly anyone here can make him purr like that." The employee chuckled. The cat seemed to sh

Cat!SealandxReader- DrabbleThe one playing in a bucket
The woman's eyes locked onto a bucket.It was shaking and moving. This earned a strange from the Scottish fold walked by it. (Name) slowly made her way over to the bucket. As soon as she got close up to it she noticed two things. One was that it had a strange flag tied onto it, one she could not recognize the tiniest bit. The second thing was the small ball of fur circling around it.
With sense of caution far away from her mind, (Name) poked the soft fur. The cutest squeak came from the moving ball. It sat down and looked up to her with the most adorable look on its face. Now since she could see it clearly she that it was a small kitten. It was another scottish fold but it was different in coloring. It was mostly light brown , with the lower part of its face and it's chest white. Not to mention its sky blue eyes. (Name) knew this is the one she wanted. She tried lifting him out of the bucket but he mewled in protest and scrambled out o

Time (LokiXReader)Everything around me is moving too fast. I can’t catch up. My mental legs can’t run that fast. Everywhere I look, fingers are pointing at me, ridiculing me, even though I haven’t done anything wrong. Just let me sit here with my music to catch my breath. I can only run so fast.

A pat on my head made me open my once tightly shut eyes. My eyes laid upon a majestic god of green and black in front of me. His body stood up tall and proud, but his emerald eyes said other wise like he was reading deep into my soul. I saw his thin lips move, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. Slowly, his large hands moved to either side

No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”

“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. W

Rise of the Mega Horse Part 4 END

All three flashlights whirled to shine on her face. That must have looked so cool to see a mare standing up to a full ten foot height and placing hands on her hips. If only she had a video camera to capture the view.

The thugs had ski masks hiding their faces, but she could easily smell their immediate fear. One was carrying a large sledgehammer in his spar hand, while another had the crowbar used to break the door.

"You won't be hurting Hazel, John, or anyone for that matter." Hazel snorted before flexing to make her muscles puff up. "Not while I'm breathing!"

The thugs took turns staring up at Hazel and each other

Hugh's NoteI don't really think that I have to start off with all that formal things that people say you need on letters...But I guess that means that this'll have to start off with something other than that.
We've known each other for a while, haven't we?
I don't really remember how long it has been since the first time that we met but I know that it's been long enough for someone like you to know the real me and not the cold exterior I usually put on. But even still I haven't been completely honest with you even if I had made that promise...you've seemed to have forgotten it but you know how I can be with things like this.
But with that aside, I shoul

Hungover!EnglandxDead!Reader Rembering Sunday

Depressed! England x Dead! Reader: Remembering Sunday

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Arthur woke up from another restless night of dreaming, more like memories on loop for him though. Bad ones. He grabbed his shoes and put them on his feet carelessly and trudged on to start the day. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t hung-over. Not since all those days ago when he met you.

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what

Timeless"What time is it?"

"... The end."

The Death of Holy RomeThere was a knock on the front door. We were surprised, but Miss Hungary proceeded to answer it anyway.
Mr. Austria must’ve had some idea of what happened, because he sent me to my room, and told me I couldn’t leave.
I didn’t argue with him, and I sat on my bed, staring at the door, for a long time. So many questions ran through my head, like who was at the door and what was so important Mr. Austria and Miss Hungary weren’t willing to let me be there with them.
What is something happened to Big Brother Romano?
I let out a strangled cry, hoping that whatever happened, Big Brother Romano wasn’t involved.
I shook my head in desperation, trying to clear the thoughts from my head. Big Brother Romano was fine. He had to be. He had Spain watching him, after all.
The knock on my door was like a waking call. I looked up and said, “Come in,” slightly surprised. Mr. Austria and Miss Hungary both would just knock then enter, without waiting for me to tell

NekotaliaxReader Drabble SeriesName) rummaged through her compartment in her car. She was currently outside of Paws. It was a local charity at her town. It would allow anyone to foster stray cats in an attempt to make them ready for real homes. Currently, (Name) was going inside to donate some money and give a foster home to a cat or two. Maybe she would even keep them in the end. She had a certain paitence with cats and loved any type. Finally grasping some dollars the young women walked into the building.
Surprisingly it was quiet and loud at the same the. It was quiet because of the lack of adoptees, yet loud from all the activity happening from the cats. The cats were all behind glass in a huge room. Oh how she wanted to hug all of them! They varied in every way imaginable but all were just cute. There were the tiny kittens playing and the older cats snoring, how could she not take one home? She hurried up to an employee right in front of the door leading into the room.
"Could I please lo

With Friends Like TheseWhat is it about my choice of men? Is it something about me, the way I dress, the way I act? I mean, I’m not like Katy, who wears skirts so short they could pass for belts instead, or Denise who thinks that hot pants over tight leggings is a good idea - and with her thighs as well!

Yes, I like to wear boots - this pair in particular is one of my favourites, with the cuffs turned down to give it that special look, and yes I like to wear tight tops, but I don’t flaunt it - I think I make it look good.

And its Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, so red was the obvious colour for my outfit. A little cleavage, but now too muc

- storm -There was a storm, the first night he spoke to me.
Not that he was silent before, but so quiet he might as well have been. He struggled to wrap his tongue around a strange language, careful with the new words I taught him, as though saying them wrong would break them. For a long time he spoke a primal tone, whistles and chirps and calls of the forest animals, middle ground between our mouths- even once he found his voice in English, he still slipped into that bestial tongue when words were not enough. It lingered in his chest when he held me close, as a faint purr, or a quiet hiss when he hungered and I stepped too close. They were sounds straight from his heart, and that made them more potent than any words he would otherwise say, be they ‘stay away’, or ‘I love you’.
Still, he had a way with the little vocabulary he knew, creating complex stories from simple sayings. He told me, as I quaked under blankets and furs, that the storm was not to be f

Rise of the Mega Horse Part 3

A bell rang the signal for gates to fly open. The crowd erupted into a wave of cheers with all eyes watching horses lurch out of their pens in a frantic dash. Their stampede of thundering hooves kicked up a dust cloud in their wake. Over all the noise came an announcer.

"And coming out of the pen it looks like Beauty leading the pack followed by Pinecone. Sugarplum and Twizzler are neck and neck for third and...oh my, looks like number five, Cinna-bun, is sprinting out in an attempt for an early lead. That's some unusual enthusiasm for her."

Hazel was certainly not last as she bobbed with each gallop, but she was not getti

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KT and MG: Chapter Two

by ~NerdApple, Jul 9, 2006, 10:13:35 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

After giving you a taste of the omnipotent abilities of our girls, Kiwi Tart and Mensa Girl, I thought that you, our readers, should get to know all of our amazing characters.

BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE PEOPLE:

Kiwi Tart - aka the Phreak or Jen-Fuh, the slightly more earth-bound of the two girls, Kiwi has a powerful aptitude for laughing at the speed of smell, KT tends to be a bit on the cheesy side, no really, she loves cheese

Mensa Girl - aka Nerd Apple or Tara, MG travels the globe (like a Globe Trotter with less coordination and less... um... black), she has the faculty for falling down stairs and blinding others with her paler than translucent skin color

Together, they are Kiwi Tart and Mensa Girl, occasionally Mensa Girl and Kiwi Tart, whose only weaknesses are the puissant Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino and supremely satisfying MarioKart64. PH33R US!

SIDE KICKS AND MINOR CHARACTERS:

C-Mo - aka C-Mo, he's moody and whiny with a cherry on top, don't make him mad cuz he'll torture you with... the COLD SHOULDER, brrrrrrrrr

Beachberry - aka Sharlie, prolly the sweetest person you'll ever meet, BB always has an encouraging word for the down-and-out superhero (along with a hug and a funny sounding hello)

Hunter - aka Walker, small obnoxious child that can't run or add numbers whose sum is greater than thirty

Miss Fawnie - aka Dr. Fawny, scientist, invents the heroines gadgets, quotes Bible verses, can't stand being poked in the shoulder repeatedly, very optimistic

SUPER VILLAINS AND ALL-AROUND MEANIE HEADS

Mega the Hutch - a large girl (in ego and physical appearance), ugly, mean, stupid, and overall prep that blames MG and Kiwi for every rotten thing that happens, never goes away (like a giant human zit)

KT and MG: Chapter Twoby ~NerdApple

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

BOOK TITLE:
The True and Outstanding Adventures of Kiwi Tart and Mensa Girl

CHAPTER TITLE:
Chapter Two: Meet the Stars of our Show

~Jen-fuh Mar 23, 2009 Writer

lololol....oh the days...

~ASentimentalGuy Aug 5, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

hehe this story is goofy! I likes!

~NerdApple Aug 5, 2006

I'm planning on writing a full children's storybook about it, but the stories come from real life, so I can't write more until something funny happens.

~ASentimentalGuy Aug 5, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Well, start walking like Jack Sparrow and let the comedy ensue!

Actually, I developed one of my characters by walking and carrying myself like him, and then I saw POTC and he did the same walk! Even the gestures with the hands! I was so bummed!

~NerdApple Aug 5, 2006

lol Perhaps I'll trry that, though I might just attack something with sidewalk chalk instead.

~ASentimentalGuy Aug 5, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Awesome! When I came up with the character that ended up being so much like Jack Sparrow, I actually based him on Carson from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy!

~NerdApple Aug 6, 2006

lol OMG! Brilliant connection!

When I saw PotC, I decided that Jack looked like a drunken homosexual with a wedgie.

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