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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.  

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
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
ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
 But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words:  936
 
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Have you ever thought about immortality? 
Well then I can't blame you.  People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death. 
But that's the bright part about it.  But when there's an up.. There's a down. 
 
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
---Years ago---
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Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word. 
"What are you reading about?" 
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality."  Cry simply replied. 
"Cool."  Pewdie said.  "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.
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
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
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
- 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
Mina Mummified“Do I really have to?” Mina asked, hesitantly.
“You lost the best.” Her best friend, Wendy said, placing her hands on her hips, defiantly. “You’ve got to pay the price.”
Mina sighed. “Fine.” The 19-year old girl lay back on the table. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nearby, Wendy set down roll after roll of cloth bandages. Taking one, she took the free end and began wrapping it around Mina’s ankles, layering each loop tight over the previous one, to keep it from unraveling. She got halfway up Mina’s calves before the roll ran out. Stretching the free end t
True Friends‘Where is France, mis amigos?’ Looking around in surprise, the other nations only shrugged, neither knowing nor caring why the French nation was missing. Frowning, Spain exited the European meeting, now really missing much, as they had been ending anyway.

Slipping into his car, Spain drove to France’s house, his frown deepening when France did not greet him when he drove up. Using the spare key given to him, Spain entered the mansion, calling out for his friend repeatedly, but receiving no answer. Opening the door to France’s room, Spain peered inside, spying France on his bed, curled into a ball, shaking slightly.

M
A Catastrophic SecretMelody knew she had to tell her friend, she couldn't hide any longer. The doctor's words were true about what was going to happen in the next few weeks. She kept her secret from her friend for over a year now and it this point it was getting so hard to even talk to her.
She had to talk to her today by the lake, there favorite place to spend time together.
As Melody waited by the shore of the lake she couldn't help but imagine her best friend's face when she would tell her the heartbreaking news. Would she cry or would she run away? She was the only person she never told about her situation because she didn't want to break her heart and make h
New Niece (Dedicated to Cry's new niece!)Hearing the pained screams from his sister, from far as he was, Cry winced, shifting uncomfortably in the plastic waiting room chair. Twiddling his thumbs, Cry looked at the floor, anxious to go to his sister, but unable to, leaving him in a state of general panic.

Suddenly, the screams stopped, and Cry jumped to his feet, tapping his foot anxiously. Soon, a nurse walked in, calling out his name, an eyebrow rising due to his mask, but lead him to his sister without question. Swallowing nervously, Cry pushed the door open slowly, smiling as his sister, though tiredly, motioned him over, her husband smiling at the little bundle he held.

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*SCFrankles Dec 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I don't know if this is what you were intending but your story made me think of bereavement or a huge life-changing incident. One reality ends and a new one begins.
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It's whatever you want it to be.
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