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TimeTime. It's a funny thing is't it. Tick tock. Ever changing and yet always the same. Essentially it's the same 24 hours every single day, but it always seems to go at different paces. Like during maths class you can feel every single second creeping by, ever, so slow. Tick. Tock. Tiiick. Tooooooock. But during the evenings, time blurs by as you tap away at you keyboard, promising yourself you'll start your homework soon. We don't give much thought to time. We should. Because eventually time stops. It stops for everyone. Everyone. It stopped for me. I remember it so clearly. It was a sleepy summers evening. A thursday evening to be exact. I was just another kid in the crowd, ripped skinny jeans, chains, black converse, headphones. Shy, not making eye contact, just your average kid. Playing blink 182 way too loud as I stood, leaning against the window of the bus. Just observing. Watching people getting on the bus; a young mother with an annoying kid in tow, a bunch of cocky lads and their
HiddenWarning- Unnecessary Swearing and not proof read
"Shit. Oh shit. I need to hide. Where? Fuck fuck fuck. THERE! Under the bed." Why thoughts whirl through my head at 100 miles an hour as I wriggle under the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. I roll up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest to make myself as small as possible. I listen out carefully, listening for any sign of him, of his footsteps and heavy breathing. I shudder but all I can hear is my own breathing, ripping through my lungs, burning my throat; and my heartbeat, pounding in my ears like a bass drum. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. I swallow, trying desperatly to control my breathing and bring it down to a reasonable level. A shiver runs down my back and I try to stay as still as possible, ignoring my dead arm. Somewhere something creaks and my heart leaps and I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut. I wait, wait to hear his footsteps, hear his low growling voice as he prowls along the hallway. But I hear
RunHer hand was in mine as we ran. My breath came out in short gasps, ripping through my lungs, burning, burning, burning... My sneakers pounded the earth in a steady rhythm.The twisted, dead, trees seemed to tangle above up, suffocating us, trapping us. I could see flashes of him in the corner of my vision as we pelted along the beaten path.The rusty, broken gate loomed on the horizon. I suddenly realised she was lagging behind. But no.... The gate... I could... Suddenly her hand broke away from mine. I hesitated and slowed to a stop.
"COME ON" I screamed glancing at the gate
She shook her head, doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she fought to catch her breath. I glanced back at the gate. Mistake. When I turned back she was choking as a thick, black tentacle wrapped around her throat. Her face was bright red, her bleeding hands pulling at the tentacle, desprately trying to pull it from her neck. I screamed, unable to move. My eyes caught hers, her beautiful, piercing green ey
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
Only I know the truthI watch as she smiles her whole face lighting up.
Only I know the truth.
Her laughter rings in my ears, loud and happy.
Only I know the truth.
"Things are going great!" she beams, confidence radiating from her every movement.
Only I know the truth.
Then, right before my eyes, I watch as her face crumples.Her smile fades adn I notice the cracks on her lips. Her eyes fill with tears and I notice how dull and lifeless they are. She runs her thumb under her eyes and I notice the dark rings, evidence of her sleepless nights. A single tear runs down her face, tracing her jawline and falling gently to the floor. She doesn't even attempt to wipe them away. I study her silently, watching her shoulders shudder gently with every sob, saying nothing. She looks me right in the eyes, and when she speaks, her voice is fragile, barely above a whisper:
"I can fool everyone else, why can't I fool myself?"
I let her cry, still watching, still saying nothing. I study her every move, watching her,memorisin
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