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Darkness :OI cannot become myself.
I cannot become someone else.
I'm a fool.
I'm an idiot.
I sleep, hoping for everything to stop.
A hope to drift away...
Envelop me into darkness.
I cannot be seen nor heard there.
My Dog Sophie.You know when people say that dogs are a mans best friend, i didnt beleive that for so long, i've come into the ownership/care of 2 dogs over my life time.
The first's name was charlie, a nice king charles spaniel, crafty and quite dumb at times but he was nice, memories of him are distant and faded, reason being is because we got our new dog a few months after charlie was run over a car.
One memory that stands out of him was when i found him dead on the side of the road, with apologetic drivers standing over him, I picked him up without words and carried him home, the first place i could think of.
I met my sister on the short walk home, wasnt far, just around the corner.
I remember the look on my sisters face then, she looked happy that i found him... for a split second, what came then was a look i was used to seeing in warzones on a tv, one of sadness and loss.
We got him to the vet as soon as possible, fully aware that he was dead. But that
slight glimmer of hope that existed in my
Daddy!LevixChild!Reader - The Hard Stuff
Levi looked down at his daughter. She stood timidly near the doorway, fiddling with the large towel in her hands. Her hair was still soaked from the bath she had taken not minutes ago, and droplets of water fell from the glossy strands and onto her yellow nightgown.
“What, _____?” he said in his usual cold tone, though _____ knew it wasn’t completely intentional.
The six-year-old looked down at the peach-colored towel clutched in her tiny fingers. “U-Um, Mommy always helps me dry my hair. . .”
Levi sighed softly and sat up on the couch, motioning _____ to come closer. When she did, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and took the towel from her hands. He spread the towel over her small head and gently massaged it through the towel. He wrapped the towel around her long strands and proceeded to knead the water out of them.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” _____ asked, turning her head to look at her father.
LevixSick!Reader - Sing Me 'Soft Kitty' [AU]
“Keep the thermometer under your tongue, _____.”
_____ grimaced, using her teeth to maneuver the thermometer in her mouth underneath her tongue. “I really don’t think I’m that sick, Levi—”
“And don’t talk with it in your mouth,” the short man interrupted. After a minute or so, he extracted the thermometer from _____’s mouth and looked at the temperature. “Tch,” he hissed in disapproval. “Thirty-nine on the dot.”
“Seriously?” _____ groaned, falling onto her bed and glaring at the ceiling. “I don’t even feel that bad. This should be illegal!”
“Well, you’re sick whether you can feel it or not.” Levi left the room to wash and put away the thermometer. He returned a few moments later carrying a tray with a glass of ice water, a washcloth, and a bowl of water sitting on it. He set down the tray on _____’s nightstand before dipping the washcloth into
The InfomercialThe Infomercial
(This story is from the upcoming MagnusMagneto Musclethology #1. It's a collection of three short stories that will be given exclusively to those who support me on Patreon. These stories will be even more whimsical than my usual stuff, foregoing character development and scientific explanations for more light-hearted fare.
If you want access to this story in PDF format along with two more tales of similar length and light-hearted tone, consider becoming a Patron of mine before July 31st! http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto
There are also a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes
Death Battle: Scorpion vs. Hellboy
Roy: Alright the combatants are set, we have taken every angle into account and we have found ourselves a verdict.
Ivan: Let us watch the Hellfire ninja attempt to break his streak.
Roy: So, it's time for a Death Battle!
Ivan: So enthusiastic...
Roy: What? Just because I stole your line-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
It was quiet that night. No one was out of their home, probably because of the big red demon walking about. Hellboy stepped out of a nearby pancake house, the owner watching his demonic customer exit the restaurant. His breath reeked of pancakes and beer.
Hellboy pulled out a wrinkled and folded-up piece of paper. It had "DEATH BATTLE" written at the top. Hellboy looked at it as he found the opponents name on the paper.
"Scorpion." Hellboy read aloud as he checked the area. He didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the depths of hell a yell was heard. A yellow clad ninja walked out of a blazing fire, a chain hanging from his arm. It was Scorpion.
Tell me story"Why you read zat book, hmm?"
Victor had come to pay a visit to his Princess, whom he had found up in her library -as always- reading her afternoon away. Though he rather liked it when she read, especially when she read aloud to him. The sound of her voice was always soothing (and exotic, with that accent she had) and he always found it a treat when she offered to read to him.
So after she chose a book, they had left the libary and gone to her room, where she gathered up her pillows and made a sort of nest for them. Oh, this he really liked. Not so much the pillows (too soft for his taste) but more that he got to snuggle up next to her.
His finger curled and uncurled her strand of hair idly, resting his chin upon her shoulder as he looked over the words of her books. So many words, and no pictures? How did she stand to read so much without pictures?
"I's one o' mah favorites in this book." was her answer, holding up the large book, the title of 'Grimms Fairytails' written across it. "I
TG Caption This: It Was In School's Mystery Meat?!
"A cheeseburger please," said the girl across the counter. I happily handed her the burger and let the next person come up.
"I'll take the ham," said the next guy. I pulled the slice of ham out of the tray it was warming up in, and stuck it on the tray.
"Would you like some potatoes with that?" I asked. The guy shook his head and walked down to the drinks.
"I'll take the chicken, and can I have his potatoes?" asked the girl behind him who stepped up to the counter.
"Protocol says I shouldn't, but I'll make an exception just for you." I said with a wink.
The girl laughed. "You're the best Tom! Let's hang out after school."
Student after student came up and ordered each of our school's dishes. Sure enough, by the end of my shift, all food was gone except for the one dish nobody every ordered - the mystery meat. There were some pretty bad rumors as to what was really inside of it. Some said it was the ground up body of the old superintendent, some said it was the foreskins of newborn babi
AmericaXReader: Unexpected Courage “Where is he?” you questioned as you stood in front of the bus stop waiting for your friend. He wanted you to meet him there because he had something “really fun” planned for the day. It was five o’clock when you finally saw him running toward you.
“Hey, dudette! Sorry for the wait,” he bent over softly panting, “it’s just that-”
“It’s fine, Alfred. I just want to know what you have planned,” you looked into his blue eyes with excitement.
“Okay, but you have to close your eyes,” he winked at you.
Penny and The Spider“Three. Two. One. DRINK!” Jana Glushakov squealed excitedly before she and her group of friends eagerly gulped back their multi-coloured shots of tequila. She downed it in one, then briefly stuck out her tongue to get rid of the aftertaste. “Whew, I always forget how strong they make them here,” Jana giggled.
“Want another birthday girl?” her friend and housemate Harmony asked Jana after she finished her own shot. “It’s my turn to buy a round in.”
Jana shook her head, “No let’s wait until the next bar. Besides I’ve got half a Long Island Ice Tea to finish.”
Jana’s friends tried to persuade her otherwise, but the birthday girl, nineteen that very day, had made up her mind. The beautiful blonde haired girl of Russian origin was having too much fun to care what her fellow university students thought. She intended to last the whole night, and the City of London was to
Rogue.You dash and dodge as if you have no aim in your life, the percentage of death crawls up higher as your failed attempts in conflict leave you hurt and unsure in your abilities.
The conflict leaves you resolute in your belief : I cannot beat you.
Why does this your life end in a big bang, a fading star....
You go out in a fight... taunting your way.... enticing your opponent to challenge your abilities further.
Your respect for your opponent grow as your lives fall off one by one, why cant i beat this ? why cant i win?
Turning rogue from your master, facing the world in a premature fashion, fighting opponents that do not respect your abilities, but mock them.
Become better you shall.... but you suck cus im amazing.
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