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The Second Star to the Right.Sky threw down his pen angrily. Why? Why?! Why were so many people resigning from the army? It didn't help that Dawn had left him two month's earlier, and then there was the incident with Seto. The reason Seto was gone was not cause they kicked him out. It was cause he wanted to leave, and the guys didn't want to tell everyone he just left for no reason. So now everyone was mad and the stress was overwhelming him to the point of tears. He trudged himself to his room and flopped down on the bed and began to sob loudly. Man wasn't he pathetic. A grown man on the bed sobbing. What a loser.
He looked up at his window at the bright shining stars. One little star however stood out to him the most. The Second star to the right. A melody began to play in his head. A lullaby his mother sang to him him as a kid. Soon he found himself singing the lyrics aloud. He grbbed his notebook and began to write it down.
"The second star to the right,
shines in the night, for you...
The Amulet: Chapter 2"So he appeared to you as a child?" The woman asked.
"Yes. He looked innocent and scared. I felt obliged to help him!!" Ty said, his voice cracking from fear and pressure.
"Ty, calm down son. We're here to help, not interrogate. What did he ask you to do?"
"Well...nothing at first. But then he started doing things that were getting to be harmful to my friends. He became to get more and more threatening, and I got scared. Then he started appearing to be about my age or so, and he didn't look as innocent. I finally told my friends about it and they said to just ignore him. Act like he wasn't there. I tried, but I just couldn't. I was too scared! But I didn't do what he wanted, and he got really mad. Every day we'd come home to a wrecked house, and a threat written on the wall. It wasn't until Jason was up in the middle of the night that got us the courage to call you."
Jason was up doing a project for college. With all the ghost crap going on, he hadn't been able
Forgive YourselfSeto walked down the halls of the Sky Army Base. He and his ex-friends said their sorrys, and Seto became the castle wizard again. He smiled as he walked down the yellow halls. It felt great to be back. He walked by Sky's office and was about to knock when he heard quiet sobbing. He opened the door and gasped as he saw Sky's head buried in his arms on top of his large desk. He was dreaming about something. Seto cast a spell and found himself in Sky's dream.
It was when they kicked Seto out...
"B-but why?! W-whatever I've done I'm sorry!!" A younger Seto sobbed.
"It's already been decided sorcerer. Now if you'll excuse me I have an army to run." Sky said angrily turning and leaving the throne room, leaving the sobbing Seto behind. The real Seto followed him to find Sky sliding down the large wooden door heavy sobs wracking his body.
Seto's eyes snapped open to find himself back at Sky's office at 3:30 in the morning and finding Sky still asleep, tears running down hi
Special placeThe first author set out, wanting to find a place,
but instead found nothing that could replace it.
Her mind often drifted off to what the second author was doing,
but she would shake away the thoughts with the chaos she saw.
But finally the time apart grew, until it was unbearable,
she found herself running to the place she wanted to forget.
She stopped at the gate and swung it open, to find the first author sitting all alone.
The garden was still dead, but it looked like someone tried to resurrect it...
The trash was cleaned and thrown away.
She walked up slowly to her friend to find tears running down her face.
The second was looking down at a flower she failed to grow and began sobbing by the fact she was now all alone.
The first set her notebook down, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"No place is perfect without little mistakes." She said to her with a warm smile.
"But...everything is completely destroyedand dead! It's broken like my sorrowful heart..." The
Special place.Two authors found a place.
A very very special place.
A place where all flowers bloomed, glorious ideas were cherished and brought together. It was green, and beautiful, and absolutely perfect.
One of the Authors left unwillingly, and told the other she'd be back later.
She came back ours later, head full of ideas worth sharing. But the place was not still and quiet and calm, but loud, and chaotic, and dirty.
The flowers were brown and dead, for they were stepped on, crushed, or picked and forgotten. Trashed littered everywhere in the garden, from solo cups, to paper plates, to napkins, to you name it.
Instead of the other author, there was about ten people there talking loudly and trampling over the plants.
The first tried to fit in, but couldn't.
She tried explaining her ideas, but her efforts were in vain.
She tried getting people to leave, but the other author stopped her and told her to find another place for them.
The first author left with her heart
Inheritance Chapter 1"No Ant, I don't think you should hook up with her." A sixteen-year-old Adam said to his friend on the phone. "Because she sounds like a douche bag!" He cried in a playful manner, chuckling afterwards. "Yeah whatever man. Bet you five bucks she'll dump you in a week. Whatever, listen I'll call you back tomorrow. My mom and dad want me to come home, and I'm at my front door. Yeah, ok. Later." Adam said hanging up and walking inside. His parents were sitting at the table waiting for him.
"Hey, I'm home. What's up?" He said with a smile.
Sky's mother sighed heavily. "Son, sit down." His father said tiredly.
Adam's smile faded entirely as he closed the door behind him. He walked over to the table and sat down. "Adam...you remember how your father was a general?" His mother asked.
"How could I forget...I saw him for a week then he left for six months and came back for a week and then the cycle continued." Adam sighed. "Why?"
His father placed a piece of paper on the
Spawn prologue-ish thing."A new breed of super humans!" The scientist said into the mic, as the reporters scribbled down in their notepads.
"So a clone?" One asked.
"No. We have modified and created a entirely new person with their own thoughts, own intelligence, and own mind. We have created a living form from dust almost!" He yelled excitedly.
"How many have you created?"
"Four, so far. We hope to create an entire colony of them soon."
"Who is this one then?" A reporter in the front asked pointing to the limp being in a glass tube chamber. He looked human, with a black shirt and pants with red sneakers and an amulet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, meet Project Sky! A work-in-progress really. This is our latest, and our most...spirited personality yet. Other then Project Steve, this one is the only one with a bit of bugs to his system. He talks about the outside and things like that." He answered.
"Wait, so you're not letting them out into the world?"
"Absolutely not! Who knows what they might
Animal Lover (Mitch x Reader) ((Comission))"Mitch!!!" You whine. "Are you coming with me to the woods or not?!"
"Yeah, give me a sec!!" He said into the receiver. A weird noise was heard in the background. "On second thought, I'll meet you there."
"What was that?" You ask.
"Nothing! I'll see you there!" He cried hanging up.
Mitch has been your friend since first grade. All the struggles, jokes, laughter, he was there. You love him to death, but he was growing suspicious. He would frequently go missing during class and come in as if he ran two blocks. Then at lunch he would buy his lunch and some cooked fish. He didn't eat the fish, he would just take it home with him. You wanted to believe it was nothing, but you just can't. It's too odd!
After a couple minutes, Mitch comes racing down to the entrance. "sorry! I was....babysitting!" He lied. You could always tell when he lied.
"Save it Hughes." You mutter. He looks down in shame. You sigh. "I'm sorry Mitch, but come on! You've been lying to me all month, and I'm get
Tell me, Ms.Popular.
Shall I bow down to the crown of instagram?
Or to her pawns of twitter and selfies.
God forbid I tell you how,
And or why.
Why is this wrong?
Is it horrid I have an opinion?
For I will not listen to your gossip and minions.
Tell me dear, how do you know I'm ok?
For you do not ask if I'm alright.
Nor shall you even acknowledge me as a friend.
I may be a crumbling tower,
But you shall remain a beautiful statue,
Unresponsive to my pleads for help.
You are NOT there when I need you.
You do not ask if I have been well,
And there you stand with your clique,
Leaving me a hollow friendless shell.
So here I stand!
The hope of a new artistic nation!!
A knight, a king!
I shall rule a land with none of,
For I am a queen,
Nay, A king!
I shall not be your shadow!!!
I will be the lamp to push away your shadows of doubt,
Your streams of ignorance.
For I am A Rebellion, not a monster.
Silent but Awesome--Prussia x Mute!Male!Reader-PT2
Previously: ' "You know,you're going to have to take care of him. You conquer,you raise." He pointed out,his eye brow twitching. The albino stood and stared at the sobbing mess on the couch,one thought running through his mind repeatedly.
This was going to be un-awesome.'
It had been silent for over 5 minutes which,with Prussia,was a new record. Germany stared worriedly at his older brother who seemed to just stand and stare,poker faced. He didn't know what to do first;Snap his brother out of his trance or stop the poor crying,frightened capital. Yes,Vienna is still sobbing and wreathing on the couch. Clearing his throat,Germany attempted to get their attention.
"Bruder...you should probably,oh I don't know...comfort the poor guy?!" Prussia nodded reluctantly,and sat down on the couch. Vienna jumped,casting a glance at the albino,who in return just smiled.
"I'm the AWESOME Pru-" Prussia st
Don't Look Under the BedThe only rule we had when we were children was to never look under the bed.
Not just any bed, but the bed of our mother. She hid something down beneath the bed that we weren't meant to see. Some great secret protected by the boogeyman, she would tell us. "If you get on your hands and knees and try to look... he'll jump out! And grab you!" After the threat was made, she pounced on either myself or my brother, laughing and tickling until we were nothing but a pile of small giggles on the floor.
We took the words seriously, however. Running into the room to awaken our parents on holidays like birthdays or Christmas, or Thanksgiving, any of them and never once did we look under the bed. Sometimes we hesitated, sometimes we thought there would be a hand reaching out to grab us if we weren't fast enough. The ruffles of the bed covered the foot of the bed, so logically as the little kids we were, jumping at the foot of the bed was safest. It's what we always did, to get onto the bed and avoid
Daddy are you proud of me?Daddy are you proud of me?
Daddy are you proud of me? The only phrase I recite as I lay here. The only question I think of, glued into my mind, as I stare into the abyssal swirls of the ceiling, in my new-found sanctum. A runaway at 18, thought of as a joke. Think about it… I have achieved high grades, some A’s, B’s and 3 D’s. That was my problem. Those D-isgraceful marks on my grade sheet, that’s what every top university really looks for. Not the A’s but the D’s. So now I know my chances for life and how I will now never make it in life. Daddy, are you proud of me? It’s a simple question really. I tried my best and messed up. So my best is a joke, my life is a joke and my education was clearly… a joke. So as I lay here, slightly delirious but seemingly clear minded, I ask myself. Daddy are you proud of me? ‘I did my best, just like my rest, but just couldn’t handle my final test’ were discarded word cluster
The Letter(you're gonna cry)Hey! I'm Alanna Elisabeth Spot. I'm going to tell you something about me. Chris' next death anniversary is gonna be soon so I've decided to tell you the whole story...
I was born in Mexico City. My parents were Miranda and Patrick Longman. They died during my college. Before forming the Spot Stars mob/band with my daughters, I used to be a solist. During the world tour I met Christian, my first love ever. He was a meerkatmunk just like me. He was born in France and spent half of his life there. We kept talking to each other, sending messages and after three years we finally got married! We moved to Botswana. I had always wanted to live into the Africa. The Kalahari Desert was dangerous, but during the rainy seasons worth living. My husband had straight, a little bit spiky, pale red fringe covering half of his face with a dark brown stripe. His eyes were dark red, even hazel. He was my only partner that had black glasses. I'm never gonna forget the day our first child was born, a daught
The Forest--Slenderman x Child!Male!ReaderShadows flickered over the cold forest floor. The only source of light was that of a hand torch,held by a trembling hand. The man who was in possesion of said flashlight was terrified and paranoid beyond belief. He jumped at every creak. Every hoot of an owl,every screech of an animal of the night.
The man,Alex,was searching for the 8 pages that were scattered about the forest. How the hell was he supposed to find all 8 freaking pages? Especially in the dark! Shining in his flashlight in every direction to make sure that there wasn't any dangers or obstacles in his way,his beam landed on something...peculiar.
Freezing on the spot,he squinted his eyes in the direction of what he had thought to be a man,only to find a young boy. He seemed to be about the age of 6,with (H/C) locks and (Pale/Tan/Etc) skin,that seemed to have a sickly glow to it.
'Why would a child be out here in the dark? Why is a child out here in the forest at all?!' As Alex opened his mouth to call ou
The Story of DevinThe Story of Devin
This side of town has always been rural. In place of large skyscrapers there were acres of farm. Some held large tracks of crops while others may hold livestock such as cows or sheep. The town may have been made up of peon farmers and moonshiners, but that doesn’t mean the people there were behind the rest of the world. The people knew of all the technology of the outside world and had some of it themselves, but the people down here prefer good ole hard work in comparison to a machine doing it for them.
A tall, lanky kid lived down there by the name of Devin. He was always a little different compared to the other kids. While the kids from the city were short, plump, and pale, Devin was tall, skinny as a pole, and tan. He was the odd ball, but he never seemed to care. He was always that smart, quiet kid in the back of the room, who seemed to have no friends.
Nobody really messed with him. He just sorta scared people just by being there. I believe he made people
The Mortal and the Immortal 4I screamed as I hugged my knees to my chest. I locked myself in the bathroom an hours ago, to hide. Taine and I had stayed away from one another. We didn't speak and when we did, we would start fighting. Today I asked Taine a name for the child.
"Why would I care? It's a burden."
"It? It?! Taine, it's a human being! At least it isn't a bastard!" I cried.
"A mistake! That's what it is!"
Tears leaked out of my eyes and I cried. "My friends were right. Mortals do disappoint you..."
By then I had run up to the bathroom to hide. I had my hands on my face, looking into the mirror that was the wall in front of me. My face was puffy, red and my eyes were swollen. I placed my right had on my stomach.
A bulge that wasn't there yesterday that had formed. I screamed out in horror.
"Sable?" Taine knocked on the door. "Are you alright?"
I shook my head.
"Sable, let me in."
I crawled to the door and unlocked it, then slid back to the corner. Taine came in, a white box in his hands.
A Change of Pace Things at Fallbrooke Equestrian Center had been horribly wrong for quite some time. There had been an outbreak of a seriously severe equine illness, leaving half the stalls empty; horses having either left from death or being sold in order to keep the farm from going bankrupt.
"This isn't working!" Kipcha screamed in frustration, knocking random things off of her desk. "I've never heard of an outbreak lasting two years."
Jamie sighed, starting to pick up fragments of the broken coffee cup that had shattered on the floor. Kipcha continued her rant.
"We have two horses still in quarantine. We need to stop this thing right here and right now. If this spreads around to the other horses even one more time, we can kiss the farm goodbye." Kipcha sat down in her desk chair and clutched her head.
"Even if we do get through this and get back on our feet, what are we supposed to do? We had to sell a lot of our good horses including Enzo and Queeny. We have too m
Ariza's TheoryMom used to tell me about my little brother. She never met him either, but she’d heard a lot about him. She showed me pictures of him and he’s real cute. What I can’t get over is his white hair. He looks a lot like Dad.
I don’t remember my dad too well to tell the truth. He disappeared when Mom died. I remember that he always called her his sweet Kee. I always thought it was lame and stupid, but most people just called my mom Kay. She had a real sweet voice.
Something I do remember about my dad is that he had a nice voice too. I always wonder what Seth sounds like and if Mara can sing because I can’t even though Mom and Dad could real well.
Mara is my dad’s wife. He never married my mom. Sometimes, though, I have these recurring dreams in which my dad loves me more than Seth and Mara. I know that it’s bad to wish for something like that, but truthfully I don’t mean it. I don’t like the dreams that much.
It is nice to believe he didn
Skittle checked each box as they went down, smirking at the snacks her wolf friend was placing in his carry-on. She popped a red skittle in her mouth before continuing until they were all the way down to the bottom and racing towards the docking station. Silver looked at his blonde friend with a sad smile set on his muzzle.
Skittle turned and looked at him curiously. "Why are you sad? You're on vacation for your birthday! Be happy!"
"I should be...but.." He stopped remembering all the fun birthday parties He celebrated with his friends. Skittle, Tink, Cole, or even Dillion would be there to giggle and laugh with him. Only a couple of his other friends who didn't really like the blonde or anyone around her. "But I would rather you and and everyone else be there with me." He smiled.
She sighed and gave him a hug. "No, don't pity or wallow in guilt for us. Go and have fun." She said handing him his carry-on.
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