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HEC - Part 1Fire and ice were not meant to mix. There’s no telling how dangerous a hybrid could be. How dangerous I could be. Yeah, I’m a hybrid. So what? So, everyone is only able to control one of the four elements. Water, fire, air, and earth. Of course, there are sub divisions in both water and earth: ice and plants, but still. That’s why I’m running.
I’m running from the authorities. They’ve already taken my parents, but they won’t take me. I’ve heard of the Hybrid Elemental Camp, and that’s where I’m going.
I’m so lost in thought that I run into someone. My black hood flies off, revealing my crazy eyes to whoever I ran into. I’ve landed on my butt, so I can see black boots with thick laces. My eyes travel up skinny jeans, a denim jacket, and a shiny, green necklace with a blue water droplet in the middle. One of her eyes is green, the other blue. &
The Tuxedo - PrologueLife in the refugee camp isn’t easy. I know it’s supposed to be much safer than what it used to be, but I hear the adults complaining all the time. Daddy told me about the Bad Stuff some people are into. I used to think Mommy and Daddy would never do the Bad Stuff, but I was wrong.
This morning, I woke up to someone knocking hard on the door. I climbed out of bed, grabbed Mr. Bunny, my stuffed bunny, and walked into the front room to see men in black work clothes. I think I remember Daddy calling them “tuxedos” and saying they were reserved for the special and important people. Mommy was already headed towards the door, and Daddy was being pushed when I noticed there was a lady wearing a kind of tuxedo, but it wasn’t the same. She walked over to me and sat me down on the old couch.
“Anika,” she said in a soft tone, like the one Mommy used when she wanted me to go to sleep, “your parents have done bad things.”
I remember gasping and
Russia x Reader - Happy Birthday“Hey, ____!” America calls out. “What do you want for you birthday?” That’s right. It’s your birthday in a few days. The Allies have promised you a birthday party, but that’s turned into America taking over. You don’t mind that much, as long as two conditions are met.
One: England is not allowed to cook anything.
Two: Russia has to come.
Of course, you didn’t tell America the second one. You just said you wanted all of the Allies at your party. You glance over at Russia to see him sitting next to China, as always. What you don’t know is that he’s trying to decide what to get you for your birthday.
Things have been confusing for him lately. You are one of very few not intimidated by him. You don’t seem like Ukraine, but you’re also not mean like Belarus. There’s no way for him to know how you feel about him, and if he had a clear thought on what to think of you, you wouldn’t know that either.
103 Words - Why Can't We Know These Things?What do colors sound like?
Are they high like a soprano?
Or low like an alto?
Does velvet have a scent?
Is it a lily or a rose?
As sweet as when the summer wind blows?
What would all the sweet tastes feel like?
Are they soft and nice to touch?
Or… Not so much?
Does music have a taste?
I hope it tastes like cake
Or something else a chef would bake.
Ever wondered what the sweetest smells look like?
Does a rose’s scent look like a flower?
Or something with a bit more power?
And why can’t we know these things?
Off With 142's Head“Alice?” I hear Boss call from outside my room. Get up. Open door.
“Can I help you?” Good. Asked properly.
“Patient 146 would like some company.”
146. That’s around the corner. “Okay.” I close my door, lock it, and tuck the key that’s on a necklace under my shirt. My room is 138. 139. 140. 141. 142. 143. 144. 145. There it is. 146. Great. I knock a couple times, then say, “It’s me, Alice. Want some company?” Room 146 is a “Closure” room, which means the person inside is immobile for her safety. So I enter because she won’t be able to answer.
“Alice,” 146 whispers. I don’t remember her name. I just call each patient by their room number. So do the doctors. “Alice, they’re coming. It’s coming…”
146 is in a straightjacket on her bed. And by “bed” I mean
Letters to the Dead - 1657 WordsDear My Dead Lover,
I told you that you needed to stop. I told you you’d end up hurting yourself, and now look at you. You’re lying there at the bottom of the cliff after I told you that you would hurt yourself. You didn’t listen to me, but you know what? You never listened to me. No matter how loud I screamed, you never listened to me. I told you to stop, but you never heard me.
Remember the time we first met? I do. I was at the coffee shop trying to study for a college final when you walked in. I had my earbuds in and couldn’t hear anything, but I could still feel. Which means I felt it when you bumped into me. “Bumped into me” is the wrong expression. It was more like a stampede into my back. I turned around, ready to be angry at you, but when I looked into your eyes, all I could see was someone I wanted to get to know. I saw a light, and I saw a spirit waiting to be set free. And
Off With Your HeadLosing your head isn’t as figurative as it seems. Trust me, I would know. There’s no better way to tell how a person can act by the way they think, and if you haven’t noticed, people think with their heads. If they think someone like me could kill after what I’ve been through and what I do with my life now, then they aren’t going to last long. If they are skeptical of me after seeing how I act, then they might last a little longer. But if they can relate with me, they’ll be guaranteed to live. You see, one with a mind such as mine can understand how I think, and if they understand how I think, then they can understand what I’m going to do. And if they understand what I’m going to do, they can avoid me when necessary to survive. Of course, they’ll only know when to avoid me if they think how I think. I’m guessing all of you reading this right now are the first two I described. Of course, if I’m right, which I always am, t
Let's Play Anna EpilogueAfter I was free from the scientists and my computer, Chy and I finished high school and college together, closer than we’ve ever been. Blumiere proposed to me shortly after getting my diploma, and the wedding was…well, extravagant. The seamstresses were right when they said I’ll be Lady Darclain, as I am now. It’s been quite a few years, and I think BJ is about to get up the courage to propose to Chy. Of course, I won’t tell her when he will. Why would I spoil that?
“Anna,” Blumiere says, poking his head in our bedroom, “Lily turned Lucas invisible again. Are you writing?” He walks up behind me as I type out what’s happening right now. “Anna?”
“Hold on,” I say without looking away from my screen. “I think I’m almost done.”
Lily and Lucas are our oldest children. Twins. Violet is our third child, and I’ve got our fourth growing in my belly now. I won’t
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
Kazuto loved dub step, no he adored dub step from the snares to the chilling base drop just gave him the feels. After all who can't resist Skrillex, Knife Party, Waterflame, and Flux. Dub step was so amazing to Kazuto that he shared it everywhere, from social network to just showing his friends and soon all the boys in his school were listening to the form of electronic music. Whenever a new album or EP came out the boys would rush to iTunes or GooglePlay to buy it or even preorder the EP.
Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
The Note TG
Hiro watched the bustling streets as cars passed and pedestrians walked. He loved the city, he loved the atmosphere, the new places to explore, and the way of life. Because of these reason he decided to live in a metropolis: Tokyo, Japan. He got up stretching from the hard bus bench he was sitting on and said, "Where to next." Hiro was 20 just graduated from college, he wore geeky glasses, messy blonde hair sat upon his scalp, he wasn't muscular nor athletic, he was school-smart which didn't make him good with girls. Yet he retained a positive attitude despite how bad his social life was. He did though work for Apple because of his Master Degree in Electronics at MIT which allowed him to travel to Japan for his job.
He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed snatching the paper off his face. "What's this?" He wonde
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
[Human!HungaryX Dead!ReaderX Human!Prussia] Reboot
A room the darkness has come to love.
A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
The sun shone brightly on (town/city name), with hardly a single cloud in the sky. You were content with happily enjoying some ice cream with your friends Elizaveta and Gilbert. They often teased each other and you would sit back and watch, often video taping it on your cellphone. The happy days of summer vacation. You never wanted it to end!
You all did what you normally did- played pranks on neighbors and strangers, annoyed Roderich a little, and somehow even convinced your parents to let you spend the night at Elizaveta's (though, you didn't tell them Gilbert was coming, but that's just a minor detail~). That night, you all talked and laughed and played games in the dark.
"Hey, guys!" You got their attention, snapping your fingers in the mi
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
Death Battle: The Heavy vs. Jinx
TFP: We've analysed the comments and finished comparing the weapons and abilities of these two iconic heavy gunners of Free to play PC games.
Jake: NOW IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!
TeuFort, the primary battleground between the two rivaling organizations, the Builders League United also known as BLU and the Reliable Excavation Demolition also known as RED.
Recently however a few of the mercenaries that were hired by these two companies had to deal with new enemies from some organization known as the United Assassins Association. The RED Soldier had recently returned from his fight with a certain "communist" and had been telling his fellow men at arms the story of the heroic battle.
However these fights with the assassins did little to hinder the ongoing war between the REDs and the BLUs and after a short minute of cease fire the carnage at TeuFort resumed. W
Fairy tail, picnic wedgies, commissionFor the members of the magic guild of Fairy Tail, not every single day is devoted to training or fulfilling missions. There are those days, when the world is peaceful and not about to explode in a storm of fire, than the members of this group decide to enjoy some time off. Visits to other towns or villages, days drinking in the bar...each member has his or her way of using her time off.
After their little “incident” with the bet, Mirajane had decided to calm things down with a small picnic next to one of the town’s nearby forests. The area was famous for the softness of its grass, the shade of the big trees next to it and the gentle elevations at its sides. Many of the town’s inhabitants spent mornings and evenings there, with friends and loved one’s and that was exactly what Mirajane was planning to do. The young, white-haired woman dressed in a comfortable long, red dress, prepared enough silverware and food to feed an army and then invited her friends t
Ramblings of the CrazyWhere are you?
Why did you leave?
Why aren't you here anymore?
I know where you are.
Why won't you come out?
Why won't you say hello anymore?
Please come out.
Please say something.
I don't want to have to hurt you.
But you won't come out.
I asked you politely.
Next time I won't be so polite.
You promised me you'd stay.
You lied to me...
Now you must pay.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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