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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

Cat!SealandxReader- DrabbleThe one playing in a bucket
The woman's eyes locked onto a bucket.It was shaking and moving. This earned a strange from the Scottish fold walked by it. (Name) slowly made her way over to the bucket. As soon as she got close up to it she noticed two things. One was that it had a strange flag tied onto it, one she could not recognize the tiniest bit. The second thing was the small ball of fur circling around it.
With sense of caution far away from her mind, (Name) poked the soft fur. The cutest squeak came from the moving ball. It sat down and looked up to her with the most adorable look on its face. Now since she could see it clearly she that it was a small kitten. It was another scottish fold but it was different in coloring. It was mostly light brown , with the lower part of its face and it's chest white. Not to mention its sky blue eyes. (Name) knew this is the one she wanted. She tried lifting him out of the bucket but he mewled in protest and scrambled out o

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.

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---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

NekotaliaxReader Drabble SeriesName) rummaged through her compartment in her car. She was currently outside of Paws. It was a local charity at her town. It would allow anyone to foster stray cats in an attempt to make them ready for real homes. Currently, (Name) was going inside to donate some money and give a foster home to a cat or two. Maybe she would even keep them in the end. She had a certain paitence with cats and loved any type. Finally grasping some dollars the young women walked into the building.
Surprisingly it was quiet and loud at the same the. It was quiet because of the lack of adoptees, yet loud from all the activity happening from the cats. The cats were all behind glass in a huge room. Oh how she wanted to hug all of them! They varied in every way imaginable but all were just cute. There were the tiny kittens playing and the older cats snoring, how could she not take one home? She hurried up to an employee right in front of the door leading into the room.
"Could I please lo

- 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

Slenderman x Reader Always There for You Part 3Slenderman x Reader Always There for You Part Three~
EXTENDED ENDING.

It has been at least a month since you had last seen Slenderman. After trying to capture your tall friend, Willie and you found his camera and watched the videos that he recorded. Let's just say that when you guys saw Masky and Hoodie a week after that, they stayed at their distance. After kids stopped disappearing almost everyone let go of calling you a witch.

During his absence, Wiliie and you were able to get a lot of stuff done without feeling watched or as if you guys were being stalked. Sure, you missed the feeling a little but one thing was alway

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The Other Dimension

by !ZahilaraBennett, Feb 2, 2013, 12:57:07 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

by ZKB

"Hello."

I turned, astonished to find a person standing in the entrance to my bedroom. He was tall, with curly black hair, and dark skin. His head was tilted to one side as his brown eyes inspected me with the same expression of surprise as my own. He was young, but an adult, probably in his early twenties. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.

"Hello," I replied uncertainly. "Sorry, but who are you?"

The young man's eyes crinkled with confusion. "Um...I live here!"

My eyebrows shot up and for a moment, I just stood there, speechless. Then I said, "This is my room."

The man looked around the room slowly and then shook his head. "No, this is my room. This is my home. I live here." His eyes met mine again and I saw no surprise, no confusion in them. This time, I saw hostility. "Who are you?"

My own shock was draining away. I met his gaze and held it. "My name is Raven. I live here, and this is my room. You're in the wrong house. Now please leave."

The man stared at me for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, ma'am. Alright. I'll leave. Just...one thing."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

He opened his mouth, then shut it, shaking his head. "Nothing. I'm sorry."

Turning on his heel, he moved away from the door, heading for the stairs. I followed, making sure he really was leaving. At the bottom of the stairs, he opened the front door, and then looked back at me. He was smiling. Then he left.

I shook my head, not understanding what had happened. And how had he gotten in? The front door had been locked. I glanced at the mirror that hung at the top of the stairs. And stared.

I was wearing a black skirt, and the dark green blouse a friend had given me for my twenty-first birthday. I had on green pumps, and my curly dark hair hung loosely down to my shoulders. I wore no make up and my dark skin was as dark as it usually was. My brown eyes widened with surprise, and I raced down the stairs, nearly tripping in my effort to open the door. I raced out onto the street, looking around for the man.

He was gone.